Harry woke up in the hospital wing, being too tired to walk back up to his bed the previous night. Madame Pomfrey greeted him as she walked by. "Ah, you're awake, Mr. Potter. I've already administered the potion to everyone, they should be ready to leave by breakfast, except for Miss Granger. She'll need a bit longer, but I think she'll be fine by dinnertime."
Does she ever sleep? Harry regarded the witch incredulously. He got up and immediately went to Hermione's bedside, but she was still asleep. A few others were awake, though.
"Hey, Harry. Madam Pomfrey said you helped her brew the Lungscrub potion. I feel a lot better now... though the potion itself was horrible. Didn't think you'd volunteer, of all people." Neville was sitting up on his bed, wide awake. It was a far cry from the coughing and wincing boy just last night. The potion had apparently done the trick.
"Well, I didn't brew the potion, I just prepared some of the ingredients. And potions are a lot more fun when Snape isn't around," Harry admitted.
"Tut, tut, Mr. Potter, my patients need rest now, and so do you. I suggest you go rest in your own bed for now," Madam Pomfrey interrupted. She shooed him out, leaving Harry with nothing to do but head back up to Gryffindor Tower as a few of the other early risers were beginning to make their way down for breakfast. With a quick detour to the Great Hall to grab a slice of buttered toast, he made his way back to his dorm and flopped down on his bed.
Harry woke up again, and by this time classes had already started. No matter, though, as he hadn't planned on attending any today, anyways. His first stop was, once again, the Hospital Wing.
"Back so soon, Mr. Potter? I'm afraid Miss Granger won't be seeing you tonight. I'm keeping her under Dreamless Sleep that should last until mid-afternoon, and then I'll determine if she's fit to be released," Madam Pomfrey explained as he looked hopefully at his girlfriend. She was looking a lot better. Her breaths smooth and regular, unlike the previous night. Harry was glad to see her sleeping so peacefully. He resisted the urge to climb into bed and cuddle next to her, and settled for stroking her cheek instead.
"Get well soon, Hermione. I've got a big day planned for you," he whispered to her. To Madam Pomfrey, he asked her, "Just in case I'm not here when she wakes up, could you pass along a message for me?"
"What would you like me to tell her?"
"Just tell her that she should have her dress on at dinnertime."
"I'll relay the message, Mr. Potter. And good luck with the tournament."
"Thanks, ma'am." With that, Harry left the Hospital wing and once again took the secret passage to Hogsmeade.
He was surprised to see some students in the streets in the middle of the day. None of them were Hogwarts students, though. There were several couples dressed in Beauxbatons' signature blue robes. It was a little more challenging than yesterday navigating his way through the streets under his invisibility cloak, but he still managed to do it with ease. Taking the cloak off just outside the jewellers' again, he stepped inside.
"'Arry? Is zat you?"
Damn. I didn't think he'd have customers today, Harry kicked himself mentally. Well, I guess it doesn't matter too much for a Beauxbatons student to know I snuck off the grounds. He straightened up and greeted his French competition. "Hello, Fleur. What brings you here today?"
"Madame Maxime 'as allowed ze students ze day off today, seeing as she 'erself wanted an excuse to take an 'oliday."
That certainly explained why they were all in Hogsmeade today, but... "Yes, but why are you in this shop in particular?"
"I need anozzer bracelet, zat is all," she said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Another? Wait, how many do you have?" Hermione certainly didn't have that much jewellery... but then again, Harry had to admit Hermione wasn't your average girl. Neither was Fleur, for that matter.
"I brought five wiz me, but I would like to 'ave a different one for my dinner wiz Cedric tonight. Somezing ze photographers 'ave not published over and over already. And yourself, why are you 'ere? I zought 'ogwarts students are only allowed on certain weekends?"
Harry wondered about spending money like that... he just couldn't see the logic, even though he was filthy rich. "Uh... don't tell anyone I'm here, because I'm not supposed to be. I'm just picking up a pair of matching lockets that I'm going to give to Hermione tonight."
"And they're right here," Mr. MacCullan interrupted. He presented Harry with a large velvet box. Opening it up, two golden lockets lay inside, side by side. Opening up the ruby one, he smiled as he watched the photo of himself and Hermione kiss on New Year's Eve.
"Thanks. This is exactly what I wanted," Harry told the jeweller.
"Oh, zat is so adorable!" Harry only then noticed Fleur looking over his shoulder at the locket.
"Hey, that's private!" Harry quickly closed the locket and the box. "Adorable" wasn't exactly the word he was hoping for. Sweet, romantic, thoughtful... but Fleur made it sound like he'd just bought Hermione a teddy bear. Then again, remembering her bedroom, she might have appreciated a stuffed animal more than jewellery.
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