Lost lonely
Hermione shivered under her once warm comforter, she could not help the feeling of emptiness the bed had and for reasons she could not explain she desperately wanted a certain fiery red-head to fill it. Hermion sighed and rolled over, "How could he be so bloody thick?" she thought. She hated the fact that she liked Ron, he was a stupid, manky,cute perfect git! She was not supposed to like boys, she was head girl she didnt fraternize. She got perfect grades and finished all her homework, she was smart and that was who she was. Oh, but sometime she wished to switch for just one day with Lavender or one of the other teases, just to get that kind of male attention... But again, that wasnt who she was so she shrugged it off and fell asleep.
Then next morning Hermione woke up at the same time she always did, had a shower like she always had and dressed in the same robes perfectly buttoned her shirt straightened herself out in the mirror. After grabbing her books and her bag she headed down to the great hall to eat breakfast exactly half an hour after she had gotten up. She got to the great hall just as afew others were filling in. Hermione found she was a very early riser and she quite liked eating most of her breakfast while it was quiet.
Slowly as more and more sleepy students filled the hall the noise grew from practically silent to a low hum. Finally she saw two very tired toussle haired boys walk groggily into the dining hall. Though she never admitted it nor showed it her heart leapt every time she caught sight of that lanky young man.
Ron walked into the hall to see Hermione smiling up at him and Harry. "How can she be so bloody happy at this time in the morning?" he thought. It was nice to see her smile though. She had the prettiest chestnut eyes... Ron shook off this thought, him and Hermione? It would never happen, she's practically married to her books! Still he did have those certain nights when he wished she would crawl into bed with him... and he wondered quite often what would happen if he kissed her. Would she pull away? Would she kiss him back? Would it ruin their friendship? This was the thing he worried about most, if indeed she did not return his feelings that would definately change alot of things, she might not want to hang around him anymore it might just be too awkward...
Ron was snapped back to reality by the smell of food. The smell of pancakes filled his nose and without thinking any longer he began to voraciously consume the large stack of pancakes now sitting infont of him.
"Honestly Ron thats disgusting!" Hermione's voice penetrated the his brain and awoke him from his previous train of thought which happened to be:"Pancakes, pancakes, pancakes, pancakes..." He looked up at her soft features and replied "So?" with a mouth full of food. Harry laughed and Hermione rolled her eyes at both of them.
Hermione finished her breakfast much earlier than her two frends so during the time that they spent eating she would often study or revise the previous nights homework for the millionth time just to make sure that there were absolutely no mistakes.
"Hermione do you ever stop working?"
"What huh?" Hermione replied looking up briefly from her history notes.
"Like do you sleep or eat or god forbid just have fun?"Ron asked
"Well I have to eat and sleep but have fun yes i supose i do but only at approprate times when i have absolutely nothing better to do with my time." Hermione replied quite matter-of-factly before immedately returning her gaze to her notes.
Ron leaned over to Harry his eyes still fixed on Hermione and said "She's like robot, i swear!"
Harry leaned back and said "You just noticed?"
"Well i noticed i just never realized she was like this almost constantly."
"I guess she has gotten worse over the years i mean this year we have N.E.W.T's "
"Yeah but, she's the kind of person who really doesnt need to start studying in September!"
Harry just shrugged at him finished his meal and grabbed his books. Ron continued to stare at Hermione until she finally looked up and he quickly averted his eyes.
"We should get to class" she said awkwardly averting her gaze as well. Ron just nodded and picked up his own books.
"Was he just staring at me?" Hermione thought with a puzzled look on her face as she walked to Charms. "No," she stated fimly in her own brain. "He's just out of it in the morning 'cause he's tired." And without more thought to the subject she took out a piece of parchment and began to take notes on professer Flitwick's lesson purposely avoiding eye contact with Ron.
Ron violently slammed his things down on the desk across the room. She had looked at him as if he was mad! How could he be so stupid! Stupid stupid stupid! What if she never talked to him again? "No," he said to himself "I wont let that happen." He looked at her across the room, her eyes fixated on her parchment. Ron sighed and looked down at his own and began to doodle. First he drew brooms then a quidditch pitch then the fans in the stands then their faces, then her face, with her eyes and bushy hair with her soft features and perfect smile...
"What are you drawing the mate?"
"Nothing nothing.." Ron said hastily crumpiling the parchment in his hand.
"Nothing my arse!" Said Harry as he strained to grab the parchment from him. The two boys struggled until Professor Flitwicks sqeaky voice snapped, "Settle down you two! Five points from gryffindor! I expect better from you!" Both Harry and Ron sank back into their seats and Ron quickly stashed the drawing in his book bag before returnig his attention to the front of the class.
That night when Ron couldnt sleep he pulled out the drawing he had done in charms that morning and tore it to shreds. How could he be so stupid! Hermione would certainly be smart enough to see that he had feelings for her and if she had those same feelings she would have acted upon them. He made up his mind that he would get over her and move on.
The next morning Hemione woke up after a lonely night with an even stronger sense of isolation. She lay in bed a whole hour longer than usual and then proceeded to go through her daily routine at a snails pace until she finally sighed and headed to the great hall to mindlessly consume sustainance.
Meanwhile Ron and Harry nervously waited in the hall.
"Where could she be?" Ron said with a great air of anxiety.
"I'm sure she's fine" said Harry reassuringly "she's probably just handing in her assignments early calm down ok!"
"I supose you're right" He replied aprehensively. At that moment as his eyes scanned the hall they came to rest on the familliar head of bushy hair they called Hermione. Ron sighed with relief before noticing the expression on her face.
"Whats with you?" he asked her.
"None of you buisness." She said curtly
"Well at least tell me why you are so late!"
"Why should I? I dont have to divulge everything that goes on in my head to you!"
"I was just concerned! You dont have to flip out on me!"
"You were concerned?" Herimione asked, going from being livid with annoyance to timid with shock. Ron, being shocked by her sudden change of charactor replied timidly as well,
"If you must know yes i was..." Hermione smiled at him until she noticed one of the clocks on the wall.
"Oh god we're late for class!"
As Hermione made her way to the common room after a long day she smiled to herself once again about what Ron had said to her at breakfast. But, it wasnt just that he had said it was how he had said it and how he had looked at her as she had entered the hall.
He had smiled and then upon noticing her own expression he gave her a look of genuine concern. She sighed once more as she stepped through the portrait hole to find the normal busy common room, she scanned the room for her three favourite faces but only found two of them sitting at one of the tables doing their homework.
"Where's Ron?" She asked Harry and Ginny. They looked at each other uneasily, and pointed to one of the remote corners of the room. As Hermione slowly turned her gaze to the corner she felt something in her gut twist and the colour leave her face. She quickly turned back to Harry and Ginny and said.
"Ah good for him," Her voice faltered slightly she then cleared her throat and choking back tears said "I think i'll go to bed" Hermione then rushed up the stairs of the girls dormitory and colapsed on her four-poster bed.
Author's note: Dun Dun dun! Dying to know whats going on in the corner? good thats what i want, and dont worry its not going to be like what hapened on the sixth book its quite different. Didnt you hear how determined to get over her he was? To be honest even i'm not totally sure whats going on in the corner so i am totally up to suggestions.