It's Not Like You're In Love With Me!
Chapter 1: Attempted Murder
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All belongs to J. K. Rowling. I wish I owned Ron. Then I could keep him tied up in my closet! (I'd settle for Rupert!)
Author's Note: Yet another RH romance. I'll dedicate this to a guy I like because I wish this would happen to us.
Hermione opened her eyes to sunshine. And sunshine could only mean one thing.
Oh no! I overslept!
She jumped out of her bed and ran over to her trunk. She grabbed her clothes and hastily put them on. Hermione ran into the private bathroom and in less than a minute brushed her teeth and swiped a comb through her hair. Once again she was thankful of the Head Girl's dorm. She didn't have to wait in line for the bathroom.
She grabbed her books and ran out through the portrait that separated the Head Girl's dorm from the rest of the dormitories. She flew down the down to the common room and out of the portrait hole. After another minute of running, she skidded to a stop in front of the great hall.
Breathing heavily, she seated herself at the Gryffindor table, where Harry and Ron proceeded to laugh at her. "You overslept?" Ron asked, "You?"
"Shove it, Ron." She said, stuffing her mouth full of porridge.
"No thanks, you're doing enough shoving yourself."
Hermione glared at him. "I'm going to fall so behind!" She moaned. "I planned to get up early and study for NEWTs!"
"Uh, Hermione?" Harry asked. "You do know that NEWTs are three months away, right?"
"Of course I know! That's why I'm so ashamed! I haven't studied seriously at all this year!"
Ron asked, "You don't think staying up until one in the morning is 'seriously'?"
"Shove it, Ron." She repeated.
Here we go again… Harry thought.
"Hermione, don't worry, you'll pass, you're a genius, unlike the rest of us!"
"Oh stop it Ron! You could be a 'genius' if you studied!"
"I can't go and study! I've got things to do!"
"Oh, I forgot, you have to put Quidditch first, just because you're the captain!"
"Yeah, what do you expect me to do?"
"You could try working once in a while, instead of playing that moronic sport!"
"Quidditch is not a moronic sport!" Harry and Ron shouted at the same time.
"That may be your opinion, but I'm sticking with mine! Now, I have to go to class, so I can study and get a real job!"
Hermione stomped out of the great hall.
"Why do girls have to be so damn sensitive?!" Ron asked.
"I dunno, it must be one of their ways." Harry said, glaring at Cho.
Hermione sat in the empty charms classroom, in a book. She adjusted the book so the light through the window shone on it. But she could not think of studiying, all she thought of was Ron the Git.
I can't stand him! He is such a prat! I wish he would just leave me alone! So what if I study? At least I don't worship sport involving flying balls!
She snickered. Well, guys are interested in anything that has to do with a ball… I wonder if Ron would be so interested if I were to kick him there! He's so immature! Even if he is Head Boy…
She stopped thinking because she noticed it was very quiet in the classroom. The only sound she could hear was her own breathing. Hermione suddenly felt frightened, like she used to when she was young and left alone. Her heart made a loud pounding in her ear.
"H-hello?" She asked the quiet. "I-is anyone there?"
No answer. It was feeling very creepy. It made Hermione's skin crawl. "Hello?" She asked again. Silence. Goosebumps formed on her arms. Her breathing was loud. She felt like someone was watching, and she turned around…
She had barely enough time to scream before a hundred enchanted knives zoomed towards her. She ducked, just as one flew above her head. Hermione regained her footing and ran towards the door, the blades inches behind her. She slammed the heavy wooden door just as the knives hit it.
"Hermione!" Harry yelled, running towards her. "We heard you screaming!"
"What happened?" Ron asked.
Hermione caught her breath and said, "Someone…someone tried to kill me!" she grabbed on to Ron and hugged him. "Oh my god!"
While Ron tried to comfort Hermione's hysteria, Harry gingerly touched the doorknob. His wand was at the ready. If anything headed for him, he would be ready for it. He slowly turned the knob and opened the door…
"Mr. Potter?"
Harry jumped before he realized it was Professor Flitwick. "Is there something wrong here?"
"Y-yeah," Harry asked. "Hermione…well,…says someone tried to kill her."
"Is that why she was screaming? Well, then, Miss Granger, what happened?"
Hermione let go of Ron. "I was a-attacked professor." She said. "They charmed k-knives to fly at me!"
Professor Flitwick led them into the classroom. "I don't see any knives, or attacker, for that matter." It was true. The room was the same as it always was, except for Hermione's dropped books.
"But…but I saw…"
"I suggest you go to the hospital wing, Miss Granger. You look quite pale."
"Y-yes. I'll go." She gathered up her things and left, just as students started arriving.
"This must be serious." Harry said. "She'd never miss class so close to NEWTs."
"Here, drink some water." Ron said.
Hermione nodded and took a long drink, sitting on the hospital wing bed. When she put the cup down, Harry asked. "Okay, will you tell us again, what happened?"
"I was studying. And I got this weird feeling, like something creepy was going on. I turned around, and all these knives tried to slice me!" She explained.
Harry and Ron exchanged grave looks. "I know Flitwick thinks you're mad, but we think something weird is going on."
"Of course!" She shouted. "Someone tried to kill me!"
"No," Harry said, "It's weird because people usually try to kill me, remember?"
"Oh, sorry, Harry." Hermione apologized.
He shrugged. "You get used to it."
"Well go to class." Ron said. "You should rest."
"Yeah," She nodded. "Rest will do me good."
Once Harry and Ron left the hospital wing, Hermione fell on her bed into a deep sleep.
Hermoione's eyes snapped open. It was very late. The moon shone through the high windows of the hospital wing. She didn't realize that she would sleep all day. Maybe Ron was right. Maybe staying up until one every night was extreme…
She blinked. Hermione thought she saw a dark shape in the window. It was high up, but it was no one's shape that she could recognize. She was about to dismiss it for some kind of owl when she got that feeling she had in the charms classroom earlier. While she watched that shape, goosebumps crawled up her arms. Something was wrong…
Suddenly, her pillow leapt to life, and placed itself in front of her mouth and nose. It pushed hard on her face, making it impossible to breathe. She kicked and screamed, and she tried to pull it off. Rolling in her bed, she fell off it, knocking over the nightstand. The battle with the pillow raged, and she grabbed and pulled, her muscles straining with effort. Help! She called in her head. Help! But her lungs were empty. She was going to give up hope…
"Miss Granger!" Madam Pomfrey called.
The pillow fell to the floor and Hermione took a deep breath. As she regained air, she looked in the window. The shape was gone.
"What happened?" Madam Pomfrey asked. "Are you ill?"
Hermione pointed at the pillow. "It…it attacked me!"
Madam Pomfrey did not believe her. "You had a nightmare Miss Granger. You should go back to bed."
"No! Get Harry and Ron!"
"Miss Granger, you are ill. You need your rest—"
"GET HARRY AND RON!!!!" She bellowed.
Madam Pomfrey sighed. "All right, but you had better hope they're still up at this hour." She went over to a gold object that looked like an intercom. "Minerva, Miss Granger asks for Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley."
In a few minutes, Harry and Ron entered the hospital wing. "Professor Mcgongall's nuts." Ron said. "She lectured us for being up at ten on a school night."
"Who cares?! Someone tried it again!" Hermione quickly explained the story of the pillow, and the mysterious shape.
"But I don't understand it." Ron said. "Why would someone want to kill you?"
"That is the question, isn't it?" Hermione replied.
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