Ron just wouldn't can it. We were all at the table, while Ron was blabbing about how Professor Snape had gave him detention. For crying out loud, if he just payed attention in class he wouldn't have!
"'Mione, can you pass the butter?" he said with mouth full of chicken. I scowled at him and passed him some. "'Mione, you don't look so good are you ok?" Harry whispered in my ear. I shook my head. After riding a broom and falling off because of stupid Malfoy hadn't done wonders on the headache i already had. "You want to go to the infarmery, im pretty sure the med-witch has." he began but Ron sneezed and made little splatters of chicken bits on Harrys glasses. "EWWW!" i moaned getting up. I felt a little weasey. "I think im going to be sick!" i ran to the ladies restroom.
I washed my face with some cold water, and sat down leaning on the wall. "My day couldn't get any worse..." i thought. After about 5 minutes Harry knocked on the door and asked if i was Ok. -sigh- when wasn't he? "Yeah" i said opening the door. Ron was arcross the hall and he was looking down. "Yeah he says he is sorry but..you know" Harry glances to him and back to me. "Maybe you should get some rest, you look absoulutly dreedful" i stuck my tounge out and he smiled. I slapped his shoulder and said "You dumb head, Ok...i'll go lay down or something" i walked past him and to Ron. "It's okay Ron, i was already feeling ill before...well..you know" i said patting his arm. He frowned but nodded. "Im going to bed, night you two" i hurried down the hall as they both said in unison "Night 'Mione"
*That night*
I woke up from my dream, gasping for air like i couldn't breathe. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and went to the bathroom. My head started to pound. I knew it was late, but i was heading to the infirmary. While walking down the quiet and dark halls of the building, i felt eyes on me, and it got cold. I stopped and looked around me. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, so i kept walking. "Im going insane" i thought pressing my hand against my forehead. Nonetheless, i blacked out.
"Miss. Granger? Miss. Granger, can you hear me?" i moaned and opened my eyes. Still dark, i had trouble noticing who was above me. Oh for heavens sake it was Snape. I nodded. He helped me up and i swayed. Grabbing the right side of my waist, and one on my left hand, he lead me to the infirmary.
OK, i don't know if i should continue this story or not. It's my first HP fanfiction in a while and im a little stuck. Any ideas? Tell me if you like, and if not, too bad i was bored and i thought 'What the hay" and wrote this.
"'Mione, can you pass the butter?" he said with mouth full of chicken. I scowled at him and passed him some. "'Mione, you don't look so good are you ok?" Harry whispered in my ear. I shook my head. After riding a broom and falling off because of stupid Malfoy hadn't done wonders on the headache i already had. "You want to go to the infarmery, im pretty sure the med-witch has." he began but Ron sneezed and made little splatters of chicken bits on Harrys glasses. "EWWW!" i moaned getting up. I felt a little weasey. "I think im going to be sick!" i ran to the ladies restroom.
I washed my face with some cold water, and sat down leaning on the wall. "My day couldn't get any worse..." i thought. After about 5 minutes Harry knocked on the door and asked if i was Ok. -sigh- when wasn't he? "Yeah" i said opening the door. Ron was arcross the hall and he was looking down. "Yeah he says he is sorry but..you know" Harry glances to him and back to me. "Maybe you should get some rest, you look absoulutly dreedful" i stuck my tounge out and he smiled. I slapped his shoulder and said "You dumb head, Ok...i'll go lay down or something" i walked past him and to Ron. "It's okay Ron, i was already feeling ill before...well..you know" i said patting his arm. He frowned but nodded. "Im going to bed, night you two" i hurried down the hall as they both said in unison "Night 'Mione"
*That night*
I woke up from my dream, gasping for air like i couldn't breathe. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and went to the bathroom. My head started to pound. I knew it was late, but i was heading to the infirmary. While walking down the quiet and dark halls of the building, i felt eyes on me, and it got cold. I stopped and looked around me. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, so i kept walking. "Im going insane" i thought pressing my hand against my forehead. Nonetheless, i blacked out.
"Miss. Granger? Miss. Granger, can you hear me?" i moaned and opened my eyes. Still dark, i had trouble noticing who was above me. Oh for heavens sake it was Snape. I nodded. He helped me up and i swayed. Grabbing the right side of my waist, and one on my left hand, he lead me to the infirmary.
OK, i don't know if i should continue this story or not. It's my first HP fanfiction in a while and im a little stuck. Any ideas? Tell me if you like, and if not, too bad i was bored and i thought 'What the hay" and wrote this.
