"Her eyes glow as light as a lamp.."
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This chapter (Y/N) recieves some poems from her admirers ;). THEY ARE WRITTEN BY ME! I WROTE THEM MYSELF!
They are based off your description. So I've made seperate poems for seperate appearances. If you are a brunette reader, I made a poem for you to read THAT one, as for other readers with different hair colours too!
I'm so excited for you to read them! Let me know what you think! Ok enjoy this chapter, lol bye.
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Third Person POV
Hermione remained in the hospital wing for several weeks. There was a flurry of rumour about her disappearance when the rest of the school arrived back from their Christmas holidays, because of course everyone thought that she had been attacked.
So many students filed past the hospital wing trying to catch a glimpse of her that Madam Pomfrey took out her curtains again and placed them around Hermione's bed, to spare her the shame of being seen with a furry face.
Harry, (Y/N) and Ron went to visit her every evening. When the new term started, they brought her each day's homework.
'If I'd sprouted whiskers, I'd take a break from work,' said Ron, tipping a stack of books onto Hermione's bedside table one evening.
'Don't be silly, Ron, I've got to keep up,' said Hermione briskly. Her spirits were greatly improved by the fact that all the hair had gone from her face and her eyes were turning slowly back to brown. 'I don't suppose you've got any new leads?' she added in a whisper, so that Madam Pomfrey couldn't hear her.
'Nothing,' said Harry gloomily.
'I was so sure it was Malfoy,' said Ron, for about the hundredth time.
'It has to be someone much older then. You heard Dumbledore that night,' (Y/N) said.
They all looked confused as to what (Y/N) was saying, even Hermione herself. (Y/N) sighed.
'He said that no second year would be capable of such magic to actually petrify someone. Controlling a monster of not.' she whispered.
'What's that?' asked Harry, pointing to something gold sticking out from under Hermione's pillow.
'Just a Get Well card,' said Hermione hastily, trying to poke it out of sight, but Ron was too quick for her.
He pulled it out, flicked it open and read aloud:
'To Miss Granger, wishing you a speedy recovery, from your concerned teacher, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defence League and five times winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award.'
Ron looked up at Hermione, disgusted.
'You sleep with this under your pillow?'
But Hermione was spared answering by Madam Pomfrey sweeping over with her evening dose of medicine.
It was time for the three to leave, they waved Hermione goodbye and left.
'Is Lockhart the smarmiest bloke you've ever met, or what?'
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FanfictionHarry folded up an aeroplane out of his spare parchment and scribbed something inside. (Y/N), who was sitting besides him didn't have a clue as to what he was doing. Harry threw the aeroplane at the back of her head. She whipped her head around and...
