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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, the lovely J.K. Rowling does.
Hermione's P.O.V
Striding along the stone floors of the halls of Hogwarts, my footfalls could be heard, seeing as I was the only one in the hallway, and as I reach the great double doors of the entrance hall I took a deep breath, and walked in.
Faking a smile I looked at the Gryffindor table, specifically at the center, where Harry, Ron and Ginny sat, laughing at what I'd assume was a funny joke from Ron. My heart sank, ever since the beginning of the school year, something felt off about our friendship, as if they were gradually forgetting that I used to be one of their closest friends.
I forced myself to walk over their and gingerly sat down next to Ginny. Immediately the air of happiness seemed to fade, they looked at me and I could tell that I wasn't wanted.
"Hey Mione, nice weather, huh?" said Harry, feebly trying to attempt at conversation, I inwardly cringed, when had we ever talked about the weather, honestly. I gave him a small smile, nodded, and piled a rather small pile of food on my plate.
I quickly ate, albeit a lot neater than what Ron would do, thinking about that I slightly frowned. What had gone wrong, had I done something that I hadn't realized, whatever it was I was determined to find out.
After my plate was clean of food, I quickly gave it a quick scourgify, even though my strings of friendship had been heavily severed I refused to let the house elves do any more work than they had to even if it was one plate at a time.
Muttering an excuse about going to the library I got up, trying not to make it seem as if I was trying to get away from the three but anyone could see that something was off, but as I reached the door and took a glance back nobody seemed to notice that I had even left. I shook off the feeling before anything could happen, and started walking to my safe haven, the only place where I could truly stay sane without any interruptions.
When I arrived at the doors of the library, I walked in and inhaled the comforting smell of the library. I sent a silent prayer to whoever invented books. Thankfully, it was a Saturday so I didn't have to worry about being tardy to class.
Plopping down on one of the chairs I pulled out my Arithmancy book and a fresh piece of parchment and set to work on my essay. But after a few minutes I couldn't concentrate and slammed the book. I packed up all my stuff and headed off to the Gryffindor common room.
When I reached the portrait of the Fat Lady I muttered the password, which was Mandragora, and tentatively stepped in. Usually on a Saturday, I'd be lounging in the common room, writing my essays. While Harry and Ron would be playing a game of Wizard's Chess, in which Harry would be helplessly losing, I'd be at Hogsmeade with Ginny, mocking all the girls with cakey makeup.
A high pitched laughter interrupted my bittersweet reminiscing and I looked up to see none other than Lavender Brown, arm in arm with Ron.
"Won-Won you're so funny! I love you sooo much!" She squeaked, I rolled my eyes at her antics. What did he see in her anyway? Anyone could see that she was just another one of those fake little bimbos, what she lacked in brains she made up for in an unnatural beauty, kind of like the girls in the Witch Weekly magazines.
"Oh honestly Lavender shut your mouth before someone goes deaf! What are you a mouse?" I questioned, covering my ears. Her mouth immediately stopped and she glared at me, Ron seemed to have noticed and looked at me with a look that gave me shivers.
"Don't talk to my girlfriend that way!" he yelled. My fists were clenched, he dare had the nerve to stand up for that whore. I stood up and looked at him, glaring at him.
"You!" I walked up to him, prodding his chest with my finger, "you dare have the nerve to talk to me after you've been ignoring me for weeks on end!" I retorted. He looked taken aback, no one had ever seen me this angry. I take that back I wasn't angry, I was seething.
"At least I don't ignore my so called friends." he muttered just loud enough for me to hear. My eyes narrowed, was that why, was it because I put more time for studying than my friends?
That surely should've been it, tears pricked my eyes. I tried to take a deep breath, trying to force down the tears that were going to betray my eyes. I shouldered past Ron and ran up to the girls' dormitory.
When I reached the doors for the 6th Years, I stumbled, fumbling for the door knob, as soon as I grasped the cool metal, with a jerk of my hand, the door opened. I ran through the doorway and collapsed on my bed. My hands gripped the bedsheets, my knuckles slowly starting to turn white.
I refused to let myself cry but as soon as the first tear was shed, more started slipping down my face. A sudden wave of exhaustion hit me and I let my eyes slip.
Narrator's P.O.V
Hermione Granger, an independent, brilliant, and strong-minded girl, she lived up to her reputation of being the brightest witch of her age, but if anyone had walked into the dormitory while she was at her weakest, they would've found quite a shock, for the stubborn girl had let down her guard.
When she awoke from her dreamless yet uneasy sleep, she had the obvious signs of someone who had just cried, puffy eyes, and her hair was frizzier than usual, but the thing that was truly terrifying was the look of her eyes. Her eyes were still the same honey brown, but they were no longer sparkling, full of warmth and life as they had before. They were dull, haunted, there seemed to be no more emotions in those lifeless orbs.
The expression on her face was one of concentration and sadness, her lips were turned down in a frown, but even after all that anguish she had went through during the day, she still had the ability to think. To think about what had happened, why it did and how she would fix it, Hermione Granger was known for being obstinate and these were one of the moments.
"Hermione!" someone shouted, and the dejected girl looked up. The appearance on her face went from depression to confusion, and then to a hardened, cold and guarded air. The Gryffindor looked up to see the worried face of none other than Ginny Weasley. Thoughts were running through her head, why was she here?
"What do you want, Ginny?" asked Hermione, her mouth set in a firm line.
"I'm so, so sorry about Ron! And me to, I know I've been distant an-" the red head blabbed, but Hermione cut her off. "Ginny! Calm down!" she told her friend, "I can't hear what you're bloody saying." she finished.
Both girls looked at each other, a look of understanding passed between them and during the moment of silence, Ginny lunged towards Hermione.
"R-really Ginny, it's okay, I don't blame you for anything." Hermione said, voice cracking from the realization that she hadn't lost all of her friends. Ginny nodded, muttering things about how she'd never let this happen again or how Ron was gonna regret everything. After a few minutes Ginny got up, and started walking towards the door.
"Hermione, I'll be right back, while I'm gone you go clean up, stay here okay?" Ginny pleaded.
Hermione nodded and started grabbing her comfiest pair of pajamas and heading towards the girls' loo. She started to turn on the faucet, waiting for the bath to fill up. Humming quietly to herself she added a few drops of chamomile, sage, and thyme to the water. As each drop hit the surface of the clear water, the sound echoed through the practically empty room.
As she stepped into the warm water, she let out a sigh of relief. All the tension in her shoulders was slowly loosening, letting her feel properly relaxed, something she hadn't felt in a long time. As she lathered her hair with the shampoo, she breathed in the calming scent of mint and lavender. Ironic isn't it that she disliked Lavender Brown, but loved the scent of lavender. When she finished, she rinsed off and let the bath drain.
Hermione looked in the mirror, staring at her reflection, a mix of emotions flickering across her face. She grabbed her blow dryer and started to dry her hair, although the witch could've easily used magic she could never forget her Muggle roots. When she was done she styled her hair into a plait, and quickly slipped on her pajamas.
She walked out the bathroom, she gasped as she saw the TV, which had obviously been transfigured from something. Next to it stood Ginny Weasley, a tub of ice cream, some DVDs and a grin plastered on the red-head.
"What do you think?" asked Ginny, a smug look on her face.
"It's lovely!" gushed Hermione and she flung her arms around Ginny.
"Well then, let's begin our girl night, gossip, whatever!" said Ginny. Both girls started talking, each taking turns listening and talking. "Now tell me why is it that you brought all these sappy romantic movies?" questioned Hermione, and immediately Ginny's grin morphed into a frown.
"H-Harry broke up with me, well more like I broke up with him but still," she said, "I feel really bad, he looked so sad." Ginny finished. "Why?" her friend asked, a hint of shock laced in her voice.
"It's just my eyes have been on someone else for a while now, but you wouldn't understand Hermione." she told her, refusing to make eye contact.
"Ginny, tell me, I wouldn't think anything of it, you're my best friend, please!" she insisted.
"Hermione," she started, "It's Luna." she said, barely above a whisper. "Who? Ginny you're too quiet!" she egged her on.
"It's Luna!" she exclaimed, her face flustered and she looked as if she had made a mistake.
But as she looked at Hermione, she didn't see a face of pure disgust, just surprise, perhaps her friend wasn't disgusted by her as she thought it would be. Whatever it was, she knew she could trust Hermione to not reveal her secret until she was ready.
"Ginny, that's nothing to be ashamed about." said Hermione.
"Thanks, Hermione. Anyway stop with my life, tell me what happened with Ron." said Ginny, wanting to know why Hermione looked as if she just a shell of herself when she walked in.
Hermione told her she felt as if Harry, Ron, and Ginny didn't need her anymore, as if she was just that little virus that tagged along, and when she arrived in the common room she saw Ron and Lavender. Lavender was cooing over her Won-Won and when Ron had snapped at her when she chastised Lavender. The whole time Ginny was nodding along, a plan slowly forming in her mind.
"Hermione, why don't you just get out more? Get yourself a boyfriend or something, show Ron that you aren't some nerdy bookworm. No offense." advised Ginny.
A shocked silence followed after Ginny's exclamation. Hermione looked at her with a look of pure surprise. Me? A boyfriend? Like that's gonna happen! She thought to herself, but suddenly something clicked in her head, she could use Ginny's plan to her advantage. If she was to get a boyfriend, who said she couldn't help Ginny get a girlfriend. She smirked at her brilliance and looked at Ginny.
"Fine. Here's the deal, if I can get myself a boyfriend by the end of the school year, you have to ask Luna out. Deal?" she asked, and stuck out her hand.
"Deal." replied Ginny, they both grinned and shook on it.
What'd you think of the first chapter? I know it seems a little slow, but trust me it'll speed up soon. How long will it take Hermione to get a boyfriend? What about Ginny and Luna? Find out in the next chapter. Also, if you can, please leave a review, that'd be much appreciated! Thanks for reading!
Kimmy
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