It was summer at last. For once, Hermione was glad to be back home.
She had greatly missed her family. But unfortunately, she wasn't with her
family right now. She was home alone while her parents were on vacation in
the Bahamas.
Feeling very bored, Hermione got out her quill, ink, and parchment. She wrote a letter to Ron, the boy she had a crush on. She was tired of waiting for him to come around, so she decided to confess her feelings for him in a short letter.
~~~Dear Ron, I had a great year at Hogwarts. You made it so amazing for me. You're so sweet and funny. Anyways, I just wanted to tell you that I like you a lot, if you know what I mean. If you feel the same, please tell me! Hermione~~~
Feeling confident, Hermione gave the letter to her owl, a tawny that she had gotten last year, and let it set off to The Burrow. After a few minutes, Hermione started to get a little worried. What if Ron didn't like her that way? Hermione looked into the mirror in her bedroom. She wasn't that bad looking. Her hair was a little too weird maybe, but that's all.
Only hours later, Ron received the owl. He opened the letter and read it straight away. Just then, Ginny walked in and snatched the letter. She read it too and then smiled.
"Oh! Ron's got a girlfriend!" Ginny taunted as Ron went red. Molly, Ron's mother, came in from the kitchen when she heard all of the commotion.
"Ginny! Stop that right now! Don't be rude! I think it's sweet that our little Ron has a girlfriend," she said.
"She's not my girlfriend," Ron stammered.
"Well go and write her back!" Molly said as she beamed at Ron.
Ron sat at the table and wrote his response and sent it back with the tawny. ~~~Meet me at Damien's Ice Cream Shop. We can talk there.~~~
Soon after, Hermione read the letter and packed her purse. She put in a comb, some Muggle money and some Wizard money, a few breath mints, and a pocket mirror. Ever since she had started being more self-conscious about how she looked, she was constantly checking her reflection.
Frantically, Hermione slipped into some hip huggers, a tube top, and some heeled boots. Her style had changed a bit since she had gotten interested in boys. She slapped on a bit of makeup, just the basics. Light blue eye shadow to match her tube top, some pink lip gloss, and a bit of blush.
In a flash, Hermione was at the ice cream shop. She looked around for Ron but he hadn't arrived yet. She ordered some chocolate ice cream with a cherry on top. She sat at the table nearly inhaling the ice cream.
Without being noticed, Ron came in. Hermione looked up just in time to see him sit down. She quickly smiled, despite the fact of how nervous she was. She was grinning now. Ron was trying not to laugh.
"What is it?" Hermione asked.
"Er...well..." Ron stammered, pointing to her face. Hermione's eyes widened as she flipped out her pocket mirror. Aside from the huge zit on her nose that made her look like Rudolph, her teeth were stained brown. She gasped and couldn't breathe almost.
Hermione ran past Ron and up to the person who had fixed her the ice cream.
"Please, tell me what kind of ice cream I have just eaten," Hermione begged.
The person behind the ice cream counter smiled and said, "Forever Brown Chocolate. Didn't you know it would stain your teeth?"
"It's not really forever is it?" Hermione asked quickly.
"Just a week or two," said the person behind the counter.
A tear rolled down Hermione's red cheek. She looked over at Ron, who surprisingly, had an expression of sympathy on his face. He told her that it was okay, the brown would go away soon. But he didn't seem too sure of himself when he said this.
"Anyways, about the way we feel about each other, I..." Ron began. "No, don't be nice to me just because of this or whatever," Hermione said, pointing to her mouth.
"Well, I really do like you," Ron said as he slightly blushed. This wasn't as hard as he thought. It was easy talking to Hermione. She was always so friendly to him.
Hermione was about to say something, but Ron stopped her.
"But I don't like you that way," Ron said. "You're a great girl. You're pretty and sweet and everything, but I like someone else. I'm sorry. I'm flattered you like me that way though."
Hermione's expression changed from pure happiness to pure disappointment. She stood up and gripped the table for support. Big tears rolled down her face. She hated that she was crying. She bent down to pick up her purse. But she lost her balance and did the splits.
Rippp. Her hip huggers split. Hermione just stayed there on the floor, shocked at what had just happened. Ron, who was about to burst into laughter, even though he felt sorry for Hermione, walked out. He didn't know what to do.
Hermione slowly pulled herself up. Everyone in the ice cream shop was looking at her. Her face scrunched up into an awful expression as she ran out and straight home. She had never been so embarrassed in her whole life. A huge zit, brown teeth, ripped pants, and a guy who she was humiliated in front of. How much worse could it get? Much worse.
Hermione sat in front of her mirror again. She looked sadly at her reflection. Why her? She didn't know. She wanted everything to end, to be better again. Hermione flipped through the pages of her Muggle school year book. She thought that none of those boys in it would ever want to go out with her. Being a teenager was so hard. Hermione pulled out her scissors...
Feeling very bored, Hermione got out her quill, ink, and parchment. She wrote a letter to Ron, the boy she had a crush on. She was tired of waiting for him to come around, so she decided to confess her feelings for him in a short letter.
~~~Dear Ron, I had a great year at Hogwarts. You made it so amazing for me. You're so sweet and funny. Anyways, I just wanted to tell you that I like you a lot, if you know what I mean. If you feel the same, please tell me! Hermione~~~
Feeling confident, Hermione gave the letter to her owl, a tawny that she had gotten last year, and let it set off to The Burrow. After a few minutes, Hermione started to get a little worried. What if Ron didn't like her that way? Hermione looked into the mirror in her bedroom. She wasn't that bad looking. Her hair was a little too weird maybe, but that's all.
Only hours later, Ron received the owl. He opened the letter and read it straight away. Just then, Ginny walked in and snatched the letter. She read it too and then smiled.
"Oh! Ron's got a girlfriend!" Ginny taunted as Ron went red. Molly, Ron's mother, came in from the kitchen when she heard all of the commotion.
"Ginny! Stop that right now! Don't be rude! I think it's sweet that our little Ron has a girlfriend," she said.
"She's not my girlfriend," Ron stammered.
"Well go and write her back!" Molly said as she beamed at Ron.
Ron sat at the table and wrote his response and sent it back with the tawny. ~~~Meet me at Damien's Ice Cream Shop. We can talk there.~~~
Soon after, Hermione read the letter and packed her purse. She put in a comb, some Muggle money and some Wizard money, a few breath mints, and a pocket mirror. Ever since she had started being more self-conscious about how she looked, she was constantly checking her reflection.
Frantically, Hermione slipped into some hip huggers, a tube top, and some heeled boots. Her style had changed a bit since she had gotten interested in boys. She slapped on a bit of makeup, just the basics. Light blue eye shadow to match her tube top, some pink lip gloss, and a bit of blush.
In a flash, Hermione was at the ice cream shop. She looked around for Ron but he hadn't arrived yet. She ordered some chocolate ice cream with a cherry on top. She sat at the table nearly inhaling the ice cream.
Without being noticed, Ron came in. Hermione looked up just in time to see him sit down. She quickly smiled, despite the fact of how nervous she was. She was grinning now. Ron was trying not to laugh.
"What is it?" Hermione asked.
"Er...well..." Ron stammered, pointing to her face. Hermione's eyes widened as she flipped out her pocket mirror. Aside from the huge zit on her nose that made her look like Rudolph, her teeth were stained brown. She gasped and couldn't breathe almost.
Hermione ran past Ron and up to the person who had fixed her the ice cream.
"Please, tell me what kind of ice cream I have just eaten," Hermione begged.
The person behind the ice cream counter smiled and said, "Forever Brown Chocolate. Didn't you know it would stain your teeth?"
"It's not really forever is it?" Hermione asked quickly.
"Just a week or two," said the person behind the counter.
A tear rolled down Hermione's red cheek. She looked over at Ron, who surprisingly, had an expression of sympathy on his face. He told her that it was okay, the brown would go away soon. But he didn't seem too sure of himself when he said this.
"Anyways, about the way we feel about each other, I..." Ron began. "No, don't be nice to me just because of this or whatever," Hermione said, pointing to her mouth.
"Well, I really do like you," Ron said as he slightly blushed. This wasn't as hard as he thought. It was easy talking to Hermione. She was always so friendly to him.
Hermione was about to say something, but Ron stopped her.
"But I don't like you that way," Ron said. "You're a great girl. You're pretty and sweet and everything, but I like someone else. I'm sorry. I'm flattered you like me that way though."
Hermione's expression changed from pure happiness to pure disappointment. She stood up and gripped the table for support. Big tears rolled down her face. She hated that she was crying. She bent down to pick up her purse. But she lost her balance and did the splits.
Rippp. Her hip huggers split. Hermione just stayed there on the floor, shocked at what had just happened. Ron, who was about to burst into laughter, even though he felt sorry for Hermione, walked out. He didn't know what to do.
Hermione slowly pulled herself up. Everyone in the ice cream shop was looking at her. Her face scrunched up into an awful expression as she ran out and straight home. She had never been so embarrassed in her whole life. A huge zit, brown teeth, ripped pants, and a guy who she was humiliated in front of. How much worse could it get? Much worse.
Hermione sat in front of her mirror again. She looked sadly at her reflection. Why her? She didn't know. She wanted everything to end, to be better again. Hermione flipped through the pages of her Muggle school year book. She thought that none of those boys in it would ever want to go out with her. Being a teenager was so hard. Hermione pulled out her scissors...