Hermione Granger
By: Df^Witchblade
Chapter 1: Troubled
Hermione's POV
Entering the mystifying yet wonderful school of witchcraft and wizardry. It feels a lot different but at the same time like home, a home for my kind. My parents were quite confused as to how I had become a witch. I was, of course, a muggleborn as my parents were muggles.
I never made any friends in my earlier months. I was too bossy and always hid my face in a book. Any book for that matter. Until, I met the first two who became the first ones to be my friends, who also saved me from a troll and changed my life forever. Harry Potter, the famous Potter who lived through Voldemort's curse. Unfortunately, his parents died and he was left to be raised by the worst muggles in the world! He also had this lightning-shaped scar that kept burning every time danger was near. For his case, every time who-know-who appears. Secondly, Ronald Weasely, Harry's best friend. His sidekick to the very end. Well, I really couldn't say we're that close because we constantly fought over everything. Life has never changed as each year we have peril knocking on our door. But, I felt my challenges are yet to come. Even without looking at Trewleny's stupid crystal ball…
* * *
Hermione entered her dormitory and slammed the door hard. She dropped on her bed and buried her face on her pillow as she sobbed away. She heard someone enter the room but the pillow muffled her voice as she tried to say 'go away'. But, as she heard that familiar voice she looked up. It was Ginny walking up to her with a worried and at the same time, angered expression. As she sat on the bed. Hermione sat up and hugged her tight. " There, there Hermione. You know he couldn't mean all that. I know my brother could be a git sometimes." Ginny comforted hugging Hermione and patted her on the back. Hermione couldn't hold a stray giggle as she wiped her eyes as she let go. Unfortunately, the tears streamed down again. She gathered all her dignity thinking that she won't let Ron do this to her and ordered herself not to cry.
" I know… I know. It's just that… it's been going on for six years. Six fucking years! And I can't take it anymore, Gin! I really can't—" Hermione broke into tears again and she cursed herself for doing so. Ginny patted her and moved her hand on her back in an up and down motion. She finally stopped, wiping her tears away and moved her legs near her chest, placing her arms on top of her knees.
"Well, if that's how you feel. You should do something about it."
Hermione placed her head on her arms and looked up at Ginny
Maybe she's right. Hermione thought.
* * *
" Oh, come of it Ron! Why does everything turn into an argument with you two?"
Harry said throwing his hands up. Losing his last bit of patience with Ron's hot temper and stubbornness. Ron just scowled with his hands crossed between his chest. Perfectly picturing a short-tempered toddler.
" Well, she started it! If she knew she was too smart for her own good she would just shut her bloody mouth!"
Harry growled as he walked over to a chair near the fireplace and also across from Ron. He flopped on it and closed his eyes resting his head on the back of the chair. " You're hopeless, Ron. You know that, don't you?"
They were quiet for a moment then Harry continued,
"You know you love her. Ever since our fourth year in our Yule Ball," Harry opened his eyes looking directly at a still scowling Ron who was in deep thought as the fire reflected in his eyes. But if you would look closely, it seemed he softened up a bit. That was his weak spot. Hermione. Knowing that Ron had fancied Hermione for so long but still they were acting like children. Harry had been playing 'Bridge' secretly. Knowing Ron he would never confess he likes a girl especially if it's someone close. He's too afraid of being rejected. He'd rather keep it until she notices. Besides, Harry had no more chance with Cho Chang, a Ravenclaw seeker in her seventh year. She was known to be a bitch for her unlikely ways. They were dating for quite sometime until he saw her with Lee Anderson, the new beater for Slytherin in his fifth year. He caught her snogging in the Slytherin locker room. The next day he called the whole thing off with her. But she appeared like it's a common thing. She told him that because he was famous and all. The two timing slut!
Ron faced Harry and opened his mouth but failed to find the words. He closed his mouth and for a fraction of a minute opened it again,
"What does that have to do with our argument?" Softening at every word. Then sighed to his defeat of lost words. Looking down at his feet. He knew Harry was always right. Well, sometimes actually.
" You know what I mean. Think about it Ron." With that, Harry stood up still looking down at him and walked out. Ron also kept his eye on him until the portrait hole closed. Ron drew his shoulders to rest on the back of the chair. He closed his fist and placed the other one on top and covered his mouth as he thought. Then, he absent-mindedly moved his hand through his fiery-red hair and stood up.
"Damn!" Saying it as he walked out the door.
* * *
As she heard the two boys talking she can't help it but to listen more. But as she did so, she regretted it. Ginny was now standing in the stairway. Stranded with shock and excitement filling her from foot to head. She felt like doing so much things at the same time but couldn't decide what to do first. Surely, if someone was there she would look like a total idiot just standing there wide-eyed and mouth opened. She gulped it down as she reached for the wall with a trembling hand for support. Getting herself together, she thought that it really was a bad time to tell Hermione. So she decided to go back to her dormitory and figure out how to spill the 'big news' to her tomorrow. She was so excited that she took the steps three at a time. Besides, if she was caught eavesdropping by her brother he'll get mad at her. She knew it really was a bad sign.
* * *
Hermione on the other hand was really not too well. She just sat there limply as she stared out the window. She was glad that she left the curtains down as she heard Lavender and the two other girls enter the room. Maybe I should quite still hoping for him to notice… Maybe it would never work out between us really. It's been six years and next year's our last year. Besides it would be a miracle if it were a person who was Ron. He is so dense sometimes. She couldn't help a yawn then stretched her arm over her head. She lost so much energy when she cried and also from studying the whole day. As she lay down she felt her pillow become so soft and comfortable. Just the way she liked it. Tomorrow, they'll see. They'll see how I can change. I will… forget him…Then she dozed off.
By: Df^Witchblade
Chapter 1: Troubled
Hermione's POV
Entering the mystifying yet wonderful school of witchcraft and wizardry. It feels a lot different but at the same time like home, a home for my kind. My parents were quite confused as to how I had become a witch. I was, of course, a muggleborn as my parents were muggles.
I never made any friends in my earlier months. I was too bossy and always hid my face in a book. Any book for that matter. Until, I met the first two who became the first ones to be my friends, who also saved me from a troll and changed my life forever. Harry Potter, the famous Potter who lived through Voldemort's curse. Unfortunately, his parents died and he was left to be raised by the worst muggles in the world! He also had this lightning-shaped scar that kept burning every time danger was near. For his case, every time who-know-who appears. Secondly, Ronald Weasely, Harry's best friend. His sidekick to the very end. Well, I really couldn't say we're that close because we constantly fought over everything. Life has never changed as each year we have peril knocking on our door. But, I felt my challenges are yet to come. Even without looking at Trewleny's stupid crystal ball…
* * *
Hermione entered her dormitory and slammed the door hard. She dropped on her bed and buried her face on her pillow as she sobbed away. She heard someone enter the room but the pillow muffled her voice as she tried to say 'go away'. But, as she heard that familiar voice she looked up. It was Ginny walking up to her with a worried and at the same time, angered expression. As she sat on the bed. Hermione sat up and hugged her tight. " There, there Hermione. You know he couldn't mean all that. I know my brother could be a git sometimes." Ginny comforted hugging Hermione and patted her on the back. Hermione couldn't hold a stray giggle as she wiped her eyes as she let go. Unfortunately, the tears streamed down again. She gathered all her dignity thinking that she won't let Ron do this to her and ordered herself not to cry.
" I know… I know. It's just that… it's been going on for six years. Six fucking years! And I can't take it anymore, Gin! I really can't—" Hermione broke into tears again and she cursed herself for doing so. Ginny patted her and moved her hand on her back in an up and down motion. She finally stopped, wiping her tears away and moved her legs near her chest, placing her arms on top of her knees.
"Well, if that's how you feel. You should do something about it."
Hermione placed her head on her arms and looked up at Ginny
Maybe she's right. Hermione thought.
* * *
" Oh, come of it Ron! Why does everything turn into an argument with you two?"
Harry said throwing his hands up. Losing his last bit of patience with Ron's hot temper and stubbornness. Ron just scowled with his hands crossed between his chest. Perfectly picturing a short-tempered toddler.
" Well, she started it! If she knew she was too smart for her own good she would just shut her bloody mouth!"
Harry growled as he walked over to a chair near the fireplace and also across from Ron. He flopped on it and closed his eyes resting his head on the back of the chair. " You're hopeless, Ron. You know that, don't you?"
They were quiet for a moment then Harry continued,
"You know you love her. Ever since our fourth year in our Yule Ball," Harry opened his eyes looking directly at a still scowling Ron who was in deep thought as the fire reflected in his eyes. But if you would look closely, it seemed he softened up a bit. That was his weak spot. Hermione. Knowing that Ron had fancied Hermione for so long but still they were acting like children. Harry had been playing 'Bridge' secretly. Knowing Ron he would never confess he likes a girl especially if it's someone close. He's too afraid of being rejected. He'd rather keep it until she notices. Besides, Harry had no more chance with Cho Chang, a Ravenclaw seeker in her seventh year. She was known to be a bitch for her unlikely ways. They were dating for quite sometime until he saw her with Lee Anderson, the new beater for Slytherin in his fifth year. He caught her snogging in the Slytherin locker room. The next day he called the whole thing off with her. But she appeared like it's a common thing. She told him that because he was famous and all. The two timing slut!
Ron faced Harry and opened his mouth but failed to find the words. He closed his mouth and for a fraction of a minute opened it again,
"What does that have to do with our argument?" Softening at every word. Then sighed to his defeat of lost words. Looking down at his feet. He knew Harry was always right. Well, sometimes actually.
" You know what I mean. Think about it Ron." With that, Harry stood up still looking down at him and walked out. Ron also kept his eye on him until the portrait hole closed. Ron drew his shoulders to rest on the back of the chair. He closed his fist and placed the other one on top and covered his mouth as he thought. Then, he absent-mindedly moved his hand through his fiery-red hair and stood up.
"Damn!" Saying it as he walked out the door.
* * *
As she heard the two boys talking she can't help it but to listen more. But as she did so, she regretted it. Ginny was now standing in the stairway. Stranded with shock and excitement filling her from foot to head. She felt like doing so much things at the same time but couldn't decide what to do first. Surely, if someone was there she would look like a total idiot just standing there wide-eyed and mouth opened. She gulped it down as she reached for the wall with a trembling hand for support. Getting herself together, she thought that it really was a bad time to tell Hermione. So she decided to go back to her dormitory and figure out how to spill the 'big news' to her tomorrow. She was so excited that she took the steps three at a time. Besides, if she was caught eavesdropping by her brother he'll get mad at her. She knew it really was a bad sign.
* * *
Hermione on the other hand was really not too well. She just sat there limply as she stared out the window. She was glad that she left the curtains down as she heard Lavender and the two other girls enter the room. Maybe I should quite still hoping for him to notice… Maybe it would never work out between us really. It's been six years and next year's our last year. Besides it would be a miracle if it were a person who was Ron. He is so dense sometimes. She couldn't help a yawn then stretched her arm over her head. She lost so much energy when she cried and also from studying the whole day. As she lay down she felt her pillow become so soft and comfortable. Just the way she liked it. Tomorrow, they'll see. They'll see how I can change. I will… forget him…Then she dozed off.