Forbidden Love: (a Harry Potter love story.)

Chapter 19) The house cup.

All credit to Harry Potter goes to J.K Rowling. I only own my original characters.
Silvia's POV:

"Silvia! Silvia!" Someone was calling my name, and I tried to open my eyes but it hurt way to much. "Who is it?" I asked, my voice coming out groggily and tired.
"It's Harry, are you okay?" Harry asked, and he sounded really worried. I slowly opened my eyes to find myself in a brilliantly white room, lying in a bed with white linens sheets and a table piled high with what looked like half a sweetshop next to me. I was in the hospital wing.

"I think so. Why?" I asked slowly sitting up. The answer was clear, however, when my shoulder burned severely with pain. I hissed, clutching the bandaged shoulder. Harry sighed in relief. I noticed he was sitting in his own bed, a couple of cuts and bruises but otherwise looking okay. Thank god.

"You just missed Dumbledore, he was the one that got us out of there." Harry explained, digging into a chocolate frog. "What happened? How long have I been here?" I asked, watching his face pale and eyes darken.

"Three days. It was Quirrell. You slammed into the wall, hit your head really hard. The torch bracket went straight through your shoulder. Are you sure your okay? You really scared me, I thought you were dead."

Seeing the tears in his eyes I tried to get to my feet, succeeding but with great pain, and walked over to his bed, hugging him tightly. I ignored the pain in my shoulder because I didn't want him to worry about me, and when I pulled away we were both blushing. I'm mad for this boy, I swear.

Madam Pomfrey came striding into the room, and seeing me out of bed gasped and demanded I lye back down immediately. She was a strict woman, but nice, which was why she caved so easily when we asked if Ron and Hermione could come in to see us.
Before she left, however, she grabbed a bottle and forced me to take a spoonful of the disgusting medicine. It helped a lot though, and the pain was virtually non existent. She continued to cast spells until all that was left of the wound on my shoulder was a scar running from under my arm to the base of my neck.

"Harry! SILVIA!" Hermione yelled, running into the room and flinging her arms around me in a tight hug. I giggled, hugging her back happily. "Oh Silvia, Harry, we were sure you were going to... Dumbledore was so worried-"

"The whole school's talking about it. What really happened?" Ron asked, sitting down on the end of Harry's bed.

It was one of those rare occasions where the actual story was far more exciting the rumours, and Ron and Hermione were an excellent audience. They gasped in all the right places, when Harry told them what was under Quirrell's turban Hermione actually screamed out loud.

When it got to the part where I was injured, Harry looked unable to continue, so I told them what happened from my POV. Hermione burst into tears and hugged me again, Ron looked sick and went to hug me but settled for an extremely awkward pat on the back kinda thing.

"So the stone's gone? Flamel's just going to die?" Ron asked, sounding appalled. "That's what I said, but Dumbledore thinks that - what was it? 'To the well organised mind, death is but the next great adventure.'" Harry shrugged.

"I always knew he was off his rocker." I said, making Hermione gasp and Ron and Harry snicker at me. "So, what happened with you two?"

"Well I got back alright. I brought Ron round - took a while - and we were dashing up to the owlery to contact Dumbledore when we met him in the Entrance Hall. He already knew - he just said 'Harry and Silvia have gone after him, haven't they?' Then he hurtled off to the third floor." Hermione explained, picking at a hole in my bedsheet.

"D'you think he meant you two to do it? Sending you your father's cloak and everything?" Ron asked, making Hermione explode. "Well. If he did, I mean to say, thats terrible. You could have been killed, Silvia almost was."