I'll never Forget You by Grayshell G. Malfoy a.k.a THE GRAY WITCH
Chapter I
"We met six years ago in the train to Hogwarts"
"We did?"
"Yes, and mind you we became the best of friends after that" She smiled reminiscently
"We were? I can't remember. I'm sorry…who're you again" He closed his eyes and furrowed his brows and tried to remember.
Tears were streaming down from her brown eyes to her pale cheeks. She hugged the figure on the bed and stared at him longingly. "Oh Ron.." She whispered
"Why are you crying Harriet uhm Herm—Herm…Oww! My head hurts" Ron squirmed around the bed, his hands on top of his head almost ripping off all the red hair.
"Help! Somebody help! Ron is at it again!" Hermione screamed desperately at a passing by healerthat quickly came to Ron's aid.
"You need to go out miss! No more visitors allowed…..as of now" A thin healer said while giving Ron some potion.
"But..They said-"
"I know miss but you have to get out before this-"
"No! I have to make him remember! I have to-"
"Please!" The healer said loudly
Hermione slowly walked to the door and shot one last glance at Ron before she finally went out.
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Hermione walked up to the Fat lady and muttered the password. The fat lady who was busy checking her fingernails and did not hear the password was about to ask Hermione, but then stopped when she saw her gloomy face and let her in,
The warm atmosphere of the common room greeted Hermione. There was the usual chatting, and exchanging of jokes and transfiguring of Neville's pajamas to animals, fruits and what not. But all of these couldn't change Hermione's bitter disposition now. Not one of the Gryffindors even knew what she felt right now, she felt helpless, angry, sad and all emotions you could ever think of was flowing to every muscle and vein of her body. She felt weak and with that, every step she made was agony. Of what seemed like an hour of walking, Hermione finally reached her bed and slumped her body with no care and fell to a deep slumber.
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A beam of sunshine peeped from the crimson curtains of the Prefects Bedroom and shone faintly on Hermione's pale face. She woke up, eyes all puffy with all the crying yesterday. Her hair was unruly and she ached in parts that she never knew existed. Hermione was still wearing her purple shirt and jeans because she never thought of changing in to her nightgown last night. She got up and walked slowly to the mirror and started brushing her hair.
"1 2 3" Hermione counted the brush strokes "Look at me, I'm a mess!"
"27 28 29 30" She went to the bathroom and reached for the faucet with her one brush-less arm "I wish my problems would wash down the drain like water from my shower would" "53 54 55 strokes"
She passed the brush to her left hand and resumed brushing her hair "68 69 70 71" "I'd act like as if nothing is wrong…as if Ron isn't hurt"
"91 92 93 94" "Hermione, be strong. Don't cry. Ron's going to be alright" Hermione said to herself pathetically
She got up and turned the faucet off "98 99 100" and went inside her bathtub hoping for the best with both arms free from the big brown hairbrush.
Hermione changed into her school robe and went outside the Prefect's Bedroom.
Well its still the first chappie. I don't want to give away too much details. Have you noticed that Harry isn't in this chappie! Read and Review to find out.-