Harry and Ron walked into the Hospital Wing, only to be shocked by what they saw. The Hospital Wing was full of students that were petrified. Harry scanned the room to see why Professor McGonagall called them in here. His eyes rested on the frozen body of his best friend Hermione. Both boys quickly ran over to where Hermione lay.
Harry set down on the bed next to Hermione and picked up her hand. She was hard as ice. Her face was frozen and showed no emotion. Her lips were slightly parted, and her chocolate, brown eyes were wide open. Harry only looked up, when he heard Ron leave. Ron might of left Hermione, but he never would.
"Hermione, what will I do without you," Harry whispered to Hermione.
"Madam Pomfrey, do you know when the mandrakes will be ready?" He asked Madam Pomfrey eagerly.
"Mr. Potter I know you want to see Hermione, but the Mandrakes won't be ready anytime soon." Madam Pomfrey said.
Harry turned back to Hermione and picked up her hand again. When he did, he noticed that there was a crumpled piece of paper in her grip. Harry carefully took it out of her hand, and read it.
The paper held all the answers. Spiders flee before it, the Basilisk traveled by the pipes.
"Thanks, Mione," Harry said while bending down to kiss Hermione's forehead.
His lips lingered on Hermione's forehead longer than usual. She won't remember anything, Harry thought, so he leaned down and kissed her frozen lips wholeheartedly. Little did he know that her lips thawed at his touch.
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ONESHOTS | harmione
Fanfiction- " they told me that to make her fall in love, i had to make her laugh. but every time she laughs, i'm the one who falls in love. " [ a harry + hermione story ] [ oneshot series ] • ONGOING • [ cover art by @itsjustjadef ]
