After a few minutes, Harry and Hermione eventually shrugged off the suspicion that something would happen to him, continuing down Diagon Alley as if they hadn't just had their discussion on him becoming her pet. They continued onward, buying books, and Hermione began her care for him with much gusto, helping herself to his money as they purchased supplies. At first, Harry gave her a weird look, but she simply smiled and batted her eyes at him, making him stop his look. He was unsure of what would happen if he said something, but decided to anyways.
"Hermione, this is my money. I thought you still had some of your own..."
"Oh, Harry. It IS my money. Since you're mine, everything you had is mine, too. You didn't pay attention to math, did you? Ever hear of the transitive property?"
"Well, it works with numbers, but I'm not sure-"
"That's why you shouldn't think, Harry."
She smiled and happily continued spending his money, then started walking away, urging Harry to follow her. However, Harry was beginning to feel ill, and ran for the bathroom nearest him, barely making it before he felt his clothes slowly hang from him. He threw up in the sink as Hermione made it into the bathroom behind him. She smiled and nodded as he felt the world spin. He focused on a point in the sink, trying not to pass out, and noted that the vomit wasn't vomit. It was dark brown, thick, and sticky, like the blob monsters you see in old horror movies. It smelled horrible, and it made him feel sicker. Hermione giggled behind him as he felt himself falling, then blacked out.
Harry woke up on a strange surface, kinda itchy, but soft, with a hard, cold surface below it. He felt less ill, but still took to a coughing fit, dry heaving as his belly burned. He couldn't open his eyes, feeling too weak to even try. All he heard was a loud rustling, and a roar of people outside the room he was in. He heard a rumble as curled up to protect his ears, then he heard a deafening sound, and his hearing returned to normal. He whimpered from the pain, and tried to sit up.
"Harry? Are you okay?"
He groaned and tried to talk, barely managing the words, "I'm... Not... Sure..." Hermione giggled, then there was shuffling,and the padding of something soft on hard floor. He rubbed his eyes and then slowly forced them open, the dull blur of his vision slowly clearing as he woke. His first sight was of a giant Hermione standing over him, smiling. She lifted a foot, which was now bare, and dropped it on him, pressing him into the floor with her soft sole. Harry grunted and squirmed, making Hermione giggle with a little groan at the end. The question was, was Hermione mad at Harry, or was she forgiving?
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