Sorry about how short it is....
...I wanna know the structure of your heart
Why do you tear my broken soul apart?
Is it a dream? Or my reality?
Love comes without "after warranty"...
–Runaway
Hermione ran up the stairs to the girls dormitory and threw herself down on her bed,
ripping the curtains shut behind her. She knew she wasn't being level-headed - realistic even -
but she couldn't stop the tears that poured from her.
It hurt more than anything that had happened to her before. She had never really cared for
anyone before Viktor...and now he was gone...and what's more...Hermione sighed. She hated
feeling this way. She felt like she had no control over her feelings; which really, she thought
ruefully, she didn't.
Though she never would have admitted it mattered that he said it wasn't going to work, it
did. She felt led on. Though she had complained to Harry and Ron how much Viktor disrupted
the quiet of the library, really they had been watching each other, catching the others gaze, and
looking away. When he had asked her to the Yule Ball, she had been so happy! Viktor Krum
thought she was good enough to go out with! Her...Hermione...and he had seemed like he really
liked her too. They had hung out it Hogsmeade once or twice since, though they didn't really see
one another that often around the school; after all, she hung out with her friends, and he hung out
with his.
And now...he had talked to her before he left and said that it wasn't going to work out.
The distance, his sports, and school were among a variety of reasons he gave. But he still said
she should visit him in Bulgaria over the summer. Hermione was so confused she didn't know
where to start. Did he like her, and was choosing to give her up? Or didn't he like her anymore?
He had told Harry at some point how much he liked her, but didn't want to get into a serious
relationship when he was going home...but that was almost a month ago. She sighed again and
rolled over on the bed. She wondered if she had let her shyness overcome what could have
been a good relationship. She had never told him that she liked him...she had just taken it for
granted that he knew. Had she acted to much like she was just his friend when they went to
Hogsmeade? She pondered this for a while. They hadn't held hands or anything then...she'd
hugged him goodbye, but that could have been taken as more of a "just friends" thing...Well, no
point in obsessing over it now. Sitting up on the bed, she opened the curtains and slowly climbed
off the bed and back down to the common room to find Harry and Ron.