Who Knew?
Chapter One
Hiding under her scarlet bedcovers in the Gryffindor Girls' Dormitories, Hermione cried silently. Her life confused her beyond belief, and being fifteen years old didn't help.
Of course, she'd been thrilled when her mother had told her the news of her baby brother, who was due in June, but things had turned sour between her parents shortly after. Hermione remembered waking up at 2 o'clock in the morning to the sound of their bitter arguments floating through the house. Before she knew it, they were telling her of the divorce. **Flashback**
"No!" She'd screamed through shocked tears. "You are in love, you can get through this!"
But her father had been stern. "Hermione, we've been trying to work this out from the day it started. It isn't working. I'm sorry." He placed a hand on her shoulder. She jerked away, quite disgusted. A wave of intense pain rippled across his tired face.
"You're not sorry." She hissed at them, angry tears now streaming furiously down her face. Her chocolate brown eyes were bloodshot and her hair was a mess, but she couldn't have cared less.
Her mother shook her head and retreated to a chair, her face in her hands.
Her father tried again. "We don't want this any more than you do, Herm. There's no other choice."
She nodded curtly. "Fine. FINE! I hate you!" Hermione turned on her heel and ran up the stairs to her room. She threw open the door, slammed it, and locked it all in one motion. She ran to her bed and threw herself onto it, sobbing into her pillow.
'I hate them. I hate them.' She thought wrathfully. She knew she didn't mean it, but it made her feel better. She didn't understand how this could happen to a couple that had, weeks before, been so in love and happy. They had a beautiful house, an amazingly intelligent witch daughter, and a perfect relationship. 'It just doesn't make any sense.' She thought again.
That night, she cried herself to sleep.
**End Flashback**
Thoughts like these were still flitting across Hermione's mind as she hugged her knees under her covers, tears streaming quickly and easily down her face.
It was only 6:30 PM on September 2nd of her fifth year, and Hermione was already in bed. She knew it was the only time she could be alone with her thoughts.
The door to the dormitories squeaked open.
"Hermione?" A timid voice that Hermione recognized as Ginny's floated into the room.
She quickly wiped her eyes and laid down, but not before Ginny heard her sniffle. "Yes?" She replied, the covers still pulled up over her head.
Her four-poster bed sank a little as Ginny sat down.
"Why weren't you at dinner?" Ginny asked hesitantly.
"I'm not hungry."
Ginny sighed and pulled the cover down. "Hermione, what's wrong? Tell me."
Hermione started to reply rudely, as she'd been doing a lot since the news, but bit her tongue. She had no reason to snap at Ginny, she was one of her best friends. She was easier to talk to about certain things than Harry and Ron, for sure. She sighed and sat up.
Ginny looked at her sympathetically. "Harry and Ron asked me to see what's wrong. They're really concerned."
A slight smile crossed Hermione's face for the first time in a while. She knew that Ron liked her, but she was too preoccupied to figure out if she liked him as well. She also knew that Ginny's crush on Harry had only increased over the summer, when he'd gone to stay with the Weasleys. Rumor had it that they'd kissed, but she didn't know she could trust Fred and George with such information.
She sighed.
Ginny smiled a little, wiping away one of Hermione's tears.
"Tell me everything."
Hermione smiled her first genuine smile in a long time.
"Okay."
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That's the end of the first chapter. . .REVIEW PLEASE!!
Chapter One
Hiding under her scarlet bedcovers in the Gryffindor Girls' Dormitories, Hermione cried silently. Her life confused her beyond belief, and being fifteen years old didn't help.
Of course, she'd been thrilled when her mother had told her the news of her baby brother, who was due in June, but things had turned sour between her parents shortly after. Hermione remembered waking up at 2 o'clock in the morning to the sound of their bitter arguments floating through the house. Before she knew it, they were telling her of the divorce. **Flashback**
"No!" She'd screamed through shocked tears. "You are in love, you can get through this!"
But her father had been stern. "Hermione, we've been trying to work this out from the day it started. It isn't working. I'm sorry." He placed a hand on her shoulder. She jerked away, quite disgusted. A wave of intense pain rippled across his tired face.
"You're not sorry." She hissed at them, angry tears now streaming furiously down her face. Her chocolate brown eyes were bloodshot and her hair was a mess, but she couldn't have cared less.
Her mother shook her head and retreated to a chair, her face in her hands.
Her father tried again. "We don't want this any more than you do, Herm. There's no other choice."
She nodded curtly. "Fine. FINE! I hate you!" Hermione turned on her heel and ran up the stairs to her room. She threw open the door, slammed it, and locked it all in one motion. She ran to her bed and threw herself onto it, sobbing into her pillow.
'I hate them. I hate them.' She thought wrathfully. She knew she didn't mean it, but it made her feel better. She didn't understand how this could happen to a couple that had, weeks before, been so in love and happy. They had a beautiful house, an amazingly intelligent witch daughter, and a perfect relationship. 'It just doesn't make any sense.' She thought again.
That night, she cried herself to sleep.
**End Flashback**
Thoughts like these were still flitting across Hermione's mind as she hugged her knees under her covers, tears streaming quickly and easily down her face.
It was only 6:30 PM on September 2nd of her fifth year, and Hermione was already in bed. She knew it was the only time she could be alone with her thoughts.
The door to the dormitories squeaked open.
"Hermione?" A timid voice that Hermione recognized as Ginny's floated into the room.
She quickly wiped her eyes and laid down, but not before Ginny heard her sniffle. "Yes?" She replied, the covers still pulled up over her head.
Her four-poster bed sank a little as Ginny sat down.
"Why weren't you at dinner?" Ginny asked hesitantly.
"I'm not hungry."
Ginny sighed and pulled the cover down. "Hermione, what's wrong? Tell me."
Hermione started to reply rudely, as she'd been doing a lot since the news, but bit her tongue. She had no reason to snap at Ginny, she was one of her best friends. She was easier to talk to about certain things than Harry and Ron, for sure. She sighed and sat up.
Ginny looked at her sympathetically. "Harry and Ron asked me to see what's wrong. They're really concerned."
A slight smile crossed Hermione's face for the first time in a while. She knew that Ron liked her, but she was too preoccupied to figure out if she liked him as well. She also knew that Ginny's crush on Harry had only increased over the summer, when he'd gone to stay with the Weasleys. Rumor had it that they'd kissed, but she didn't know she could trust Fred and George with such information.
She sighed.
Ginny smiled a little, wiping away one of Hermione's tears.
"Tell me everything."
Hermione smiled her first genuine smile in a long time.
"Okay."
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That's the end of the first chapter. . .REVIEW PLEASE!!