A/N: Hello, my beautiful readers. This story is currently being lightly edited – well, actually I'm mostly editing the Author Notes through it as they are quite awful, haha. Silly 13 year old me. Hope you're having a lovely day!

SUMMARY:

Hermione opens the greenhouse door to a screaming baby mandrake. She doesn't realise that this may cause terrible effect to her ears. Deafness. Losing her hearing, Hermione fights to stay top of her classes but she's slowly losing her will. Can anyone help her?

Hearing Silence

Hermione left Harry and Ron in the common room to make her way down to the greenhouses. She was going to hand in her Herbology essay to Professor Sprout. True, it wasn't due until tomorrow but Hermione preferred to hand it in early.

Seven floors down brought Hermione to the large oak front doors of Hogwarts. As she made her way down the lawns she caught sight of one of her least favourite people in the world – Malfoy.

"Well, well, well," he drawled, "if it isn't the Mudblood. Come down here without your body guards I see."

"I could say the same for you," Hermione had noticed Crabbe and Goyle's absence from Malfoy's side.

"I don't need bodyguards, Granger. You, on the other hand, are nothing but a dim-witted little girl with tainted blood."

Hermione pulled out her wand and had it pointed at Malfoy in a flash.

"Dim-witted little girl, am I?" She asked, tapping her wand. A couple of bright orange sparks flew out of it.

"Hey!" Said Malfoy, "Don't point you wand at me!"

"Best take it back then Malfoy – unless you want me to mess up that pretty face of yours – and you know I will."

Malfoy glared at her for a few moments before saying "Fine, Granger. I take it back… for now."

"Good boy!" smiled Hermione before pushing past him down to the greenhouses.

As Hermione came skipping into the greenhouses she couldn't help but smile. 'Stupid ferret' she thought. She came to the right door; Greenhouse three to be exact.

Hermione pushed open the door.

Suddenly a horrific screaming filled her ears leaving her shocked still. She fell to the ground as did her essay. Hermione crawled on all fours, grabbing her parchment as she made it out of the door. Slamming it behind her, Hermione was shocked that she could be so careless. If she had waited by the door then she would have heard the screaming bloody plants.

Hermione sighed. What's done is done. I guess I will be handing this essay in tomorrow she thought staring down at the slightly tattered piece of parchment. With that, Hermione made her way out of the greenhouses and up to the castle for dinner; ears still ringing with echoing screams…

"What's up Hermione?" asked Ron, his mouth full with half-chewed food,

Hermione had been rubbing her temples nearly all through dinner and Ron and Harry had begun to notice.

"Ron. How can you expect me to answer that with you showing off your partially digested potatoes?" Hermione scoffed.

"He has a point, Hermione. Why do you keep rubbing your head?" Harry questioned.

"Well, I was on my way down to hand in our Herbology assignment…" Hermione proceeded to tell the whole "thrilling" tale of the mandrakes and their damn screaming.

"Don't you think you should go and visit Madam Pomfrey?" Ron asked after she'd finished telling both boys,

"Why would Hermione need to visit Madam Pomfrey?" interrupted the voice of Ginny Weasley.

"She's just walked in on a screaming plant," said Harry

"Baby mandrake," Hermione said.

Ginny grinned at Hermione correcting Harry and said, "She seems fine to me. She's still extremely smart and – er – intellectual,"

"Yeah, but still, if your headache doesn't go away, you will go see her, won't you?" Ron pressed.

"Of course, Ronald. I'm not dumb you know."

"Oh, trust me Hermione," grinned Harry, "We know."

Hermione smiled and tried to ignore the stab of pain behind her earlobes. Ah, it's just a side-effect from that baby mandrake she comforted herself, I'll feel better in the morning.

With those thoughts running through her mind, Hermione made her way to Gryffindor tower for some much needed rest before tomorrow's classes…

A/N: 13 year old me loved asking for reviews at the end of every chapter! Haha. I'm going to remove most/all of the end notes I think.