Ok so I have decided to start a new fanfic..this of course does not mean that I will stop writing the other one, cuz I wont I promise. So hope you like this story!!
Chapter 1 "Into the Cold Night"
Hermione leaned against the railing from one of the many balconies in Hogwarts. She breathed deeply in a futile attempt to calm down.
It was cold outside; the snow was falling slowly and caring. The light dress she was wearing didn't do much to keep the cold away.
Fraternizing with the enemy she thought, remembering Ron's words.
She closed her eyes tightly and shook her head, trying to keep the awful scene from replaying in her mind. She kept on seeing Ron's red angry face as he told her those mean words.
Why couldn't he understand that Krum had invited her for who she was, and not just to get information about Harry from her?
Merlin, she was a girl after all! What was so wrong with attending a ball and attending it with a charming, cute and sweet man? A man that treated her with respect in such a caring way.
He had offended her so much, telling her that it wasn't possible for Victor Krum to have asked her just because of her. He said that he obviously had other intentions.
Maybe he was just mad because someone had asked her to the Christmas Ball, someone that was not him. Well if he had wanted to ask her he should have done that long time ago!
But that wasn't the worst of it. What had hurt the most was that he truly believed that she would actually give information about Harry! He believed her that stupid. As if she would blindly give things away to whomever asked her out-or so he said- just because of the fame, the attention or what she felt for Krum.
She couldn't change. And that was precisely the problem. She never had an interest in boys, fashion or even having a social life. She kept to herself. She found comfort in her books because she liked them. She liked to learn because it was something she was good at. It satisfied her. She didn't want o change. She liked herself the way she was.
And maybe Ron had gotten used to seeing her that way. Always there by his side, because to Hermione it seemed like Ron didn't see her as a girl. Maybe somewhere in the corner of his mind he knew that he was a girl, a girl that was becoming a woman.
But he was acting like if she would never change. For him she would always be a part of the trio. The brains, the one that helped with the problems and the homework, the one that never went to parties or went out wit anyone.
She understood him a bit. Although she wasn't exactly in the mood to be understanding.
But she kept on feeling a hard pain on her chest, and an annoying sting in her eyes whenever she thought about his words, his stupidity, his anger.
The way he talked without knowing the true effect of his words. And his stubbornness to keep on talking even he had figured out that he had ruined everything.
It had been a strong hit to her pride. This, of course, did not occur often. But he had managed to get to her.
She propped herself with her arms leaning against the railing, with one hand cupped around her neck.
It had been fun to play dress up. She had bought a beautiful black gown. She had even fixed her hair up, it looked perfect. Even the unusually tamed curls looked perfect today.
The snow had ceased to fall, leaving everything white. The moon shone brightly again, the stars showing of some light too.
Damn it was a beautiful night, and Ronald had ruined it.
Victor had been so kind, and she had left him inside with an excuse that held nothing but the truth. She wanted to get some air, be alone for a couple of seconds.
The fact that he had said that he would wait for her inside and that she could take as long as she wanted, only made her kinder in her eyes.
She had smiled at him, murmured a thanks, and run to the nearest terrace.
She decided she would o back to her date in a couple of minutes. She hadn't calmed down as much as she wanted. And she wasn't a fool to know that she would.
But she would go back to Victor, back to dancing, back to having fun. Ronald Weasley was so not going to ruin her night. She was simply not going to allow it.
But sometimes life tends to play us some wicked jokes. And to ruin Hermione's mood even more, Draco Malfoy had just crossed the door and walked into the balcony.
I love to leave cliffhanger like that..lol wuahahaha
But I guess it's not much of acliffhanger when I'v eposted the next chapter less than five minutes after thi one….so hope you enjoy!!