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Hermione & Ron: Potion Magic
Chapter 2 – Stumbling Along
As Hermione and Ron stumbled to the bottom of the stairs, she
looked about to figure out where they were.
The hallway was familiar, yet something seemed not quite right. Holding Ron’s hand gently, Hermione guided
him down the south hallway, toward the Transfiguration classroom.
Ron asked where the staircase had moved them to, and when
Hermione answered, he said, “You know it’s too bad that you couldn’t just
Transfigure me into an old tire or something.
You could just roll me to the hospital wing!”
“No”, she said, “With the way my luck is going today, I’d just
accidentally roll you into the lake.”
Laughing, they walked down the quiet hallway.
Bang! Crash! Suddenly, a suit of armor came crashing down
behind them, causing Ron to fall down, and Hermione to land on top of him. Wheeling around to see what was causing the
commotion, Ron was greeted by Peeves, blowing big, wet raspberries in his
face. “I can’t see you, Peeves, but I
know that that has to be you! You have
the worst breath of any poltergeist in history!” That did it. Peeves was
provoked, and he began to throw large parts of the suit of armor at Ron and
Scrambling to avoid being hit by the shield and a rather large
arm sleeve, Hermione pulled the blinded Ron to his feet and tried to lead him
away from the onslaught of flying armor. Helmet, spears, boots were crashing
all around them. Peeves was shouting,
“Weasley is a pumpkin! His whole head
is orange! Orange hair, orange
face! Weasley is a pumpkin head!”
“What on earth is making all of this racket?" Professor McGonagall
appeared out of a nearby Transfiguration classroom, and took immediate stock of
the situation. “Peeves leave this
hallway immediately. I will report you
to Professor Dumbledore and forbid you to associate with the Bloody Baron for
an entire month if you do not vacate the premises immediately!” Crestfallen, Peeves slipped out through a
Professor MacGonagall’s gaze then fell upon Ron’s face, covered
in orange goop, eyes closed, boils erupting all over his skin. Her tone of voice instantly softened, “Miss
Granger, may I assume that you are taking Mr. Weasley to the hospital
wing? What happened?” Then McGonagall answered herself, “did you
have a fenugreek accident in the Potions lab?
Mr. Weasley, am I right to assume that you are experiencing a great deal
Ron muttered, “Yes, ma’am, it hurts.”
Professor McGonagall extracted her wand and a small handkerchief
from her pocket. She tossed the
handkerchief high into the air, pointed her wand toward it and said, “Occipitalraptus”. The handkerchief transformed in mid-air to a
long, white bandage. With her wand
pointed at Ron’s poor head, she waved her wand in a circular motion, and the
bandage began to wrap itself around the top of Ron’s swollen head, covering his
eyes and nose. Only his mouth could be
seen, and he was actually smiling.
“Whoa! You are wicked
cool! Oh, Professor McGonagall, thank
you so much! That feels so much
better.” Hiding a smirk at the
frankness of Ron’s thanksgiving, McGonagall bade them make haste to the
hospital wing, and warned Hermione to be extra careful guiding Ron. She smiled as she watched the pair walk
away, holding hands with Hermione talking in a soothing voice.
“Ok, we’re coming up to the next big staircase. Ron, this time, we have to go up, “ Hermione
gently gave the play by play as she led blinded, bandaged Ron down the
Ron was in greatly improved spirits. “Ya’ know, that McGonagall is something else. Here I thought she’d be deducting one
hundred points each for all the racket that Peeves was making out in the hall,
disturbing her class and all. And
instead, she helps us out and scares the peewaden out of Peeves! I wish I could have seen it,” Ron said.
Hermione smiled, “What I wish you could have seen was the look
on her face when you told her that she was cool. Oh Ron, it was too cute.
I swear she almost blushed.”
“No, Hermione, I think you’re making that up just to make me
feel better.” Ron sounded doubtful.
But Hermione was unshakable.
“No, Ron, she felt the sincerity of your compliment. You really meant it. That kind of honesty is what people really
like about you.”
Ron stopped and faced toward her. “Do you mean that’s what you like about me?” His voice was teasing, yet conveyed a
genuine interest in the response.
Hermione chose her words carefully: “I like a lot of things about you Ron – you’re my best
Ron was thankful that most of his face was bandaged so that
Hermione could not see how crestfallen he was to be called “her friend”. Not that it was bad to be Hermione’s friend,
he just didn’t know how to tell her that he wanted to be a friend that she
loved as much as he loved her. Ron was
absolutely certain that he liked her, and had been for some time now.
As they approached the next staircase, the nearby pictures on
the wall were all abuzz. The horseback
riders in the fox hunt picture stopped, dismounted their horses, and shouted at
Ron and Hermione. “Hey, I say! You look like a mummy! Young lady, what have you done to that young
gentleman? Are you trying to make him
eligible for the Headless Hunt?”
A milk maiden in a nearby picture began to call out, “Excuse me,
sir, but you have an orange substance leaking from your head.”
Hermione took a look at Ron’s bandages. The milkmaid was right. The bandages were leaking, and as Hermione
tried to adjust them, some of the orange Fenugreek Potion ran down her fingers. She could feel a searing pain, yet something
Ron instantly said, “Hermione, do you feel that?”
Hermione was cautious, but intrigued. “I do. It almost
felt...electrical. When I touched your
face with my hands, it felt like a shock ran up and down my body.
Ron said, “What’s an ekelectrical – I can’t ever say that
blasted word – shock?”
“Did it tingle?” Hermione asked.
Ron sounded relieved.
“Oh, well, yeah, I did feel that.
It was totally weird. It was
like I could feel you. There’s
something very strange about this orange potion that you made, Hermione.”
At that moment, a large tawny owl began to circle around
them. Screaming and shrieking, the owl
was apparently setting off some sort of alarm.
Within moments, Madame Pomphrey came sweeping down the stairs with her
assistant, Miss Cuthbert. She called
behind her and said, “We found them,” and clucked at the sight of Ron and
Hermione, hobbling along. “Professor
McGonagall dispatched an owl for me to find you. I was hoping that you had not exposed yourself to the Fenugreek
Potion, Miss Granger. But I can see by
the looks of your hands that I am too late.”
Hermione looked at her hands in horror. They were bright orange, and covered with
large nasty boils. Miss Cuthbert
proceeded to wrap her hands in bandages and guided both students toward the