Luck
Chapter 1
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Hermione's POV
Ron had gotten together with Lavender… and had crushed my heart in a million zillion pieces. Not even pausing to help pick them up, he threw himself at Lavender with great velocity. It was sickening.
Not only did I not want to hear and see it, I had to. They seemed to be on each other all the time, and everywhere I turned.
No way to get away.
And, now I was in the Great Hall, looking at it—again.
And I couldn't look away.
Lavender had herself draped over Ron like a curtain. Ha. It was utterly disgusting.
"Come on, Hermione. No need to stay here and look at that!" Ginny called to me, pulling on my sleeve. These last few weeks-- well months now-- Ginny had stayed by my side. She felt compelled to make up for her brothers idiocy.
I finally stood, and walked out of the great hall. I took one more glance at Ron and Lavender. Eye contact…
Ron had been watching me.
He had just looked at me.
My heart missed a beat. But I stopped my mind from making this incident seem more than it was. I glanced at the others in the Great Hall, and saw a strange looking first year locking eyes with me too. See, nothing to worry about, they were just looking to see who was leaving.
If only it was more.
Falling into stride with Ginny, we made our way to the library. She had an essay to finish, and she wanted my help. Of course I couldn't say no to her. She was my best and only, friend right now.
I couldn't' even bring myself to say hello to Harry. One of my best friends in the world… I couldn't talk to. All because of Ron.
Yeah, I know that it is stupid. Boys shouldn't be able to ruin my life. Ha, they shouldn't be able to make me cry at night.
Oh, yeah. Crying at night had become one of my new 'hobbies'. No one noticed though.
Well—Ginny did. She didn't miss anything. Even though, with dark circles under my eyes, it was hard to miss. Blood shot eyes in the morning. Tear stains seemed to have permanently marked themselves onto my cheeks. No matter how long or hard I scrubbed at them, they stayed all the same.
It didn't help that I was falling somewhat behind in school. This never happened, especaily because of a boy. Yet, Ron wasn't just a boy.
I loved—love him still. After all the stuff that he's put me through. I still love him.
I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it. Ginny tries so hard to get me to stop thinking about him. She's even set me up with a few guys. All turned out in disasters.
One—the first, ended up with me throwing water in his lap. (Not on accident.) He had asked me to come up to his room with him, and maybe he could 'show me something'. Wow…
Second one didn't turn out so much better. I somehow ended up be set up with a guy with a face only a mother would love. I didn't even make it to the table, where he sat, waiting with a rose for me. I saw, I turned, and I walked away. Without a simple 'sorry, no thanks'.
And so on and so forth.
One after another, came and went. Ginny started to get irritated, and stopped all together after the seventh one. We went to the lake, for a walk… and let's just say he had a very dirty mouth, and I thought it best to wash it out by pushing him in the lake.
This all had been happening, while Ron was off making out with Lavender in corridors and empty classrooms.
Once, or wow, it's a messed up memory. I was walking down the hall with Ginny, and was about to turn into a classroom, when I saw two people tangled up in each other's arms. No need to elaborate.
I, being and prefect, went to split them up—no snogging on campus… it is a rule. I didn't even notice who it was, until I was about to tap the girl on the shoulder to get their attention. Ginny pulled me back away from them, and pushed me to another corridor.
Ron and Lavender…
I should have known. But I didn't.
Of course, I burst into tears when I finally understood it was them.
For the next week or so, all I could see was them kissing, totally unaware of whom and what was around them. Entangled arms…
I had constant dreams about it too. Ron and Lavender. Lavender and Ron. Me—in the background, not able to turn away from the sight of them. Sounds were the worst though; I couldn't ever get away from hearing them. Nasty! Bah!
"Hermione!" Ginny called. We had arrived to the library, and Ginny was sitting down at a table, looking at my dazed expression. "You alright?" She asked.
I shook my head, to come back to reality. "Yeah. Sorry about that."
So, we started working on her project. It was easy enough. Just a simple paper for Potions. We finished it within a half hour.
Ginny was putting her papers back into her bag, and I was about to stand up to go, when someone bumped into my chair.
"Sorry!" They said, resting a hand on my shoulder, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm good. Sorry, I wasn't looking who was behind me." I said, then—I looked up to see the most amazing, intense, hot, guy in the world.
"Edward Heath." He pronounced his name, and put his hand out.
I took it with hesitation. "Hermione Granger."
"Oh, I know you. Ha, you once got my mate in trouble for fireworks!" I blushed at this, and then suddenly he leaned forward, and whispered, "He had it coming."
I laughed nervously, and he smiled at me. What white teeth. Perfect smile.
Perfect guy.
"So—I haven't seen you around, why don't I know you?" I asked. He was too perfect to miss. I searched my mind to figure out if I had ever laid eyes on him before. Then—I remembered the name.
Before I could say anything, he answered, "Oh, I'm in Ravenclaw. You know who I am though. I just had an accident, and had to have some work done… ha." Another perfect laugh escaped his lips. "I was in one of your classes once. But I had to change my schedule."
"Oh, now I remember you. I heard about the accident. Are you alright?" I asked.
Long story short… and not to be mean—but he was butt ugly before. I didn't give him a second look before. But now—wow.
I mean WOW.
"Yeah, I'm fine. All fixed up. I was happy about it too! Now I'm not so—bad looking." He laughed nervously.
Then it dawned on me.
I had stood this guy up.
He was the second one, that I didn't give a fighting chance.
I think that he noticed the knowing expression that I wore, because he leaned in again, and whispered in my ear, "I don't blame you. I would have walked away too."
With that, he wrote something on a piece a stray paper, and slid it into my hand. With a wink, he turned and walked away. I was so surprised; I didn't know what to do.
Ginny was jumping up and down, and calling my name. She was so loud that the librarian asked us to leave that instance.
When we were out in the halls, I squealed.
"Oh gosh! He is foxy!" Ginny squealed, snapping her fingers, and acting all cool… it didn't work for her.
I looked down at the piece of paper. Written on it was:
Saturday?
4pm?
Meet me by the lake?
Aw, he had the sweetest looking handwriting.
Gosh.
A/n so this is just a spurge on my part. I had an idea to write another chapter to my story "The Red Haired Boy" but ended up wanting to make it a story all to itself. Feel free to read the other story though, wouldn't hurt. Cause I might reference back to it, but I'll try to explain stuff about it if I do.
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