Mischief Unmanaged ➰ H.P

XXI. Forgotten

"Hey get off me!" Hermione pulled her hand harshly away from Harry. Her eyes roamed around the pavement leading to spacious area, her heels echoed against the tiled floor as she followed Harry inside. "Make it fast, Potter." she said while massaging her wrist.

Harry marched towards her, anxiety was flooding his veins and he doesn't know why. A while ago he's fine and all of a sudden his palm was sweating and his heart beats abnormally hard. "Somethings happening to me and I don't know what's causing it."

"Whoa relax, why don't you go to infirmary instead?" Hermione took a step back every time he's getting near to her.

"You're the smart one, tell me what's going on with me." he barked.

"I'm not a psychiatrist or whatsoever, you need help. I think you're losing it." Hermione kept her nervousness, gripping tightly her wand inside her hoodies pocket.

Harry brushed his fingers through his sweat damp hair. "Look, I need you badly. Please, just this time."

Hermione's jaw dropped, looking aghast. "Y-you need me?" the her heart started acting weird too.

"Yes, I need you. You can figure out what's wrong with me without compromising my integrity. People will think I'm crazy if I ask for anyone else's help." Harry took a step forward but his knees weakened, sending him to the floor. "Shit!"

Although scared, Hermione got to her feet abruptly to help him. "What is it?"

Harry raised his hand, it's trembling uncontrollably and so his lips. "Go, leave."

"No I can't. Tell me where it hurts, I'll try my best to lessen the pain." Hermione draw her wand.

"Don't be stupid, I think I'm about to do something bad. I may harm you, go away. Now. Argh!" Harry yelled, clutching his head.

"You'll hurt yourself, come on. Let's get you to the infirmary." Hermione grabbed his hand to help him stand but Harry reached it and held it thight. "What?! Get off me!"

Harry lifted his face, their eyes met and those green globes were penetrating her fear. "Tie me up." he said in almost a whisper. His breathing was ragged.

"Okay." Hermione felt the adrenaline rushing in as she pointed a wand just before his stomach and muttered, "Incarcerous."

Harry was proppeled backwards, his back hits the solid wall as a thick rope tightened around his torso. "Oh god I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Hermione cried.

"It's fine, it's good." Harry pants, sweats dripping from the strands of his hair. "J-just please stay for a while."

"I will, but I need to tell Sara and Theo to end the party now."

"No. Hermione they mustn't know what's happening." Harry grunted as the pain strike through his head.

"Stop talking. I won't tell them, we just need to get rid of them while I think of something to use for you." Hermione defended, she got to her feet when Harry stopped protesting.

"Hey," he called from her back. "Thank you."

"I'm only doing this to keep you out from hurting others," Hermione snapped. She doesn't know how those words hit him but she wished with whatever happening to him, soon he'll be able to redeem himself as well.

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"Theo, get everybody out. The party is over." Hermione yelled out loud since the music is pounding loudly on each speakers.

"Oh hey grandma, papa Draco's been searching for you the whole time," Theo slurred, looking extremely drunk.

"Hermione, just have fun. Tomorrow everything will back to normal again," Sara said, bucking her hips against Theo.