Chapter 3:The Note
Hermione sat next to Ron when they got into the Great Hall. They didn't speak to each other at all. She was wondering if she should try to talk to him, but she decided against it. She wasn't sure if he was mad at her or not. She sure hoped that he wasn't mad though, because if he was, she would just get more depressed.
She sat, bored, through the sorting, and didn't talk at all. Dumbledore gave all his announcements, none unusual, and she didn't talk through that. The plates finally filled with food, and Hermione ate, but she didn't talk to anyone throughout the whole feast.
She had not been made Head Girl, so she didn't have to worry about any stupid first years. She remembered when she was one of the first years. She was so happy she was here that she didn't worry about anything else. But as the years went by, she got more depressed. She was sure no one knew how sad she really was. Ron must have only just figured it out. If it was before when he figured it out, he definately would have acted different. She noticed him acting nicer during the summer, so obviously, that's when he figured it out.
She tried to act as happy as possible when she was around others, but when she was alone, she would automatically break down. She would cry herself to sleep almost every night. She tried to keep herself occupied with studying, so she wouldn't have to think about anything, but sometimes that didn't work.
She didn't even really know why she was so depressed. She would just think about her life. Then she would realize her life is nothing. She was nothing.
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Hermione was stuffed from the feast, and she decided to go to bad early. She walked up to the portrait of the Fat Lady, and said the password "Snoodlepop.", and walked forward expecting it to open, but it didn't.
"What the hell!?" She exclaimed.
"Are you Hermione?'' The Fat Lady asked.
"Yeah, that's so amazing. You remembered my name," she said sarcastically. "Now can I enter?"
"Someone left a note for you."
"Oh great, another hate note. Well...where the hell is it?"
"Taped to my portrait. It's hidden with a spell, in case someone else tried to get it. That's what he told me. I don't know who he was though...he had a cloak on, and his face was hidden."
"Whatever," said Hermione. She took out her want, said the revealing spell, and grabbed it. "Snoodlepop. Now can I enter?" The portrait swung open. She went in and saw Ron sitting on the couch. She put the note in her pocket.
"Hey," he said. "I need to talk to you."
"Oh, I was just on my way to bed. Sorry." She said, trying to avoid him.
"I just want to know why you've been so sad lately."
"Well, you know, I'm really tired. Talk to you later?''
"Okay." Ron looked a combination of angry and disappointment. "Can I at least know what you were dreaming about?"
"I told you...a miracle," she said, and went upstairs to her bed. She remembered the note and took it out of her pocket. It was folded into a small square. It said To Hermione on it, and had a heart after her name.
Some kind of joke, she thought, from Ron? she wondered. She unfolded it. It said...
Hermione,
I want you to know that even though you've felt sad and unnoticed, I have noticed you. I couldn't take my eyes off you at the feast, but you didn't see me looking at you. I remember the first day I saw you-on the first train ride to Hogwarts. Well you looked hot then and you look even hotter now. My heart beats fast when I see you, and it gets hard to breathe. I think the only word for it is love. I can't reveal who I am now, because I'm afraid of what you'll think of me. You will know soon enough.
It ended there. 'Ron doesn't say "hot."' ' Maybe because it wasn't from him.' 'Obviously this was some stupid joke.' 'Who could possibly love her?' 'Ron?' 'NO. There was no way.' She argued with herself for a few moments. Oh well, I'm tired, she thought, so she went to sleep.
She had the strangest dream. She was in the forest, alone. She was being chased by something, but everytime she looked back, the forest seemed peaceful. Then she would look ahead again, and it was dark and frightening. All of a sudden, she tripped. Someone stood over her, and offered their hand, which she accepted. She stood up, and looked at who helped her. The person should have been visable, but for some reason, Hermione couldn't tell who it was, but she knew it was a guy. "I'll always be here for you, even when you think no one cares," he said. She recognized his voice, but still for some reason, she just couldn't tell who it was.
She woke up. She wondered if she had been dreaming when she found the note, too, because being in the forest seemed so real, but she saw the note lying on her pillow, right where she had left it. She was wondering who it was in her dream, but then she glanced at the clock, and realized it was morning. She pulled the curtains back, and sure enough, bright light showed through.
Hermione panicked for a minute, but then remembered that classes didn't start until the next day. While wondering if she should go down to breakfast, or back to sleep, she heard a scream. She recognized it as Ron's voice.
She immediately lept out of bed, and ran to the common room.There, she saw Ron and Harry sprawled on the floor.
"What happened?" She asked, while trying to catch her breath.
"Well I don't know why Harry was roaming around so early, but he was coming back into the common room and he scared the-" Ron started, but Hermione cut him off.
"Into the common room? What were you doing out of the common room?"
Harry started to explain. "Well I had to get up early, so no one would see me…umm…leaving a note with the Fat Lady for someone."
A/N: Hope you liked it, plz review!!! There's more coming. I'm trying to get at least 10 chapters written. I have 7½ so far, and I'll be able to update a few more times this week so keep coming back…and reviewing!!! Thanx to Wesker888 for the fabulous reviews. I'll read some of your stories too!!!
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