A/N THIS CHAPTER IS SHORT AND CONTAINS A BIT OF SWEARING.
Chapter 7
Hermione's P.O.V
I was in and out of consciousness all night. I cant remember much, just the feeling that I was alone, selfless, dead. Which, technically I should have been. I wanted to be, because at least when I was dead...
I was happy!
I awoke the next morning, squinting as my eyes began to adjust to the light shining through the windows. I felt like my head had been smashed with a hammer of some sort, it was pounding so hard I'm pretty sure I groaned, but I don't know.
I slowly pushed myself up, but my body was heavy, so heavy it hurt to move, what was going on with me? How could I answer that when I didn't even know the answer? Then, like a sudden flash of lighting, all the memories from yesterday came flooding back to me in one big hit, making my head feel like it was about to explode as I yelled, quickly sitting up and leaning over when as quickly as the memories came, they were gone once again and I was left sitting there, arms over my head, rocking back and forth like some psychotic idiot.
I could feel a pair of eyes staring at me from behind, gently... I lifted my forehead and craned my head as my eyes which were no longer blurred came to rest on Professor McGonagall.
"Good morning Miss Granger, how are you feeling?' she asked, sitting in one of the chairs which was up against the wall.
"Like I've been run over by a freight train Professor,' I replied angrily. "But apart from that... bloody peachy,' I know I shouldn't be taking any of this out on Professor McGonagall but... what else was I meant to do.
"Miss Granger, I know being back will take some getting used to, but there is something that you need to know,' McGonagall got to her feet and came around, sitting on the couch beside Hermione. "Have you heard the term, blood to body transfusion?'
"Yeah... ummm. It's where dark forces are used to transfer blood to another body, it causes the carier to be able to feel what the other does, and the other to feel the same. It's also common for death to occur 24 hours after the transfer, why?' I was curious, why was McGonagall asking me such a question when there have been no known cases to survive such a thing.
"Miss Granger, whilst Mr Malfoy and yourself were talking last night, before you passed out, you told him that you found him because you followed his scent,'
I looked up, creased brows and very much confused. "But muggle-borns cannot detect a pureblood, nor their scent unless they have traces or pure...' and then I stopped, my eyes widened in complete shock and my hand covered my open gaped mouth.
"Oh my god!' I said as McGonagall simply nodded at me. "Are... are you saying I'm no longer a... a muggle-born?' I couldn't quite comprehend the dark forces that Ginny had conjured up to bring me back, and it had been longer than 24 hours since I was bought back which meant... Jesus Christ I'm a fucking pure blood witch!
"Miss Granger, you do know that this changes quite a bit of your life, from now on you and Miss Weasley will feel the same things, when your hungry, she will be and vice versa, when she's... well intimate you will want to be as well and most of all when she feels like she's been ran over by a freight train...'
"I will to...' I finished off as McGonagall nodded. I sighed in frustration before letting my head fall into my hands.
"Why me?' I groaned.
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Draco and Hermione - Between the living and the grave
Fanfic-COMPLETED- It's the seventh year at Hogwarts and with Dumbledore dead is Hogwarts safe? But when someone is bought back from the dead, is living a second time around really better? And can they defeat the Dark Lord once and for all?
