As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I look around the common room which was lit by the soft morning light. I was surprised to see Harry, Seamus, and Ginny up so early, especially on a Saturday. I walk silently across the room and sat on a bright red and gold armchair across from the burgundy sofa which Harry and Seamus sat. Ginny was on the other side of the room reading a book, curled up on a similar armchair.
"So…you wanna go to Hogsmede today?" asks Seamus casually.
"Yeah, of course!" I say enthusiastically with a small smile.
"Great, I'll go get some money." Harry says while he rose from his chair and bounded up the marble stairs.
There was and awkward silence which everyone felt. I decided to break it with, "Seamus you're usually a stubborn, cocky, Quidditch obsessed guy but, when the time calls for it, you can be a really good friend." Right after I said this I realize it was very awkward and random, so I expertly avert my gaze.
"Ha-ha Hermione chill. I take all of that as a compliment." He says with a reassuring smile.
I stood up after laughing heartily with him and stretch. Seamus had stood up to but I went over to the bookshelf to see if there was a good book to read. Then I heard the portrait open and heavy, rushed footsteps, then a flash of red hair, and then finally a sickening thud.
I quickly turn around to find Ron had tackled Seamus to the wood floor and started to beat him. I rushed over quickly saying, "Stop! Get off of him! Stop hitting him!" I squealed while desperately trying to pry Ron off the bloody Seamus. Ron then stood up and shoved me to the ground. I hit my head hard against the corner of the table and let out a small "ouch" and touch my hand against the back of my head. When I pull my hand back I find that sticky, crimson blood covers it.
Ginny rushes over but not before Ron grabs my arm and drags me over to the large fire place and shouts, "Protego!" and a magical shield splits the room in half: Ron and I on this side and Ginny, Seamus, and a recently arrived and confused Harry on the other. Ron then pulls me up and slams my back against the hearth of the fireplace, the heat wrapping itself around my lower body.
"Let. Go. Of. Me. Now. Ron," I say with menace and hatred in my voice.
My words only cause Ron to grip my wrists tighter, his knuckles going bone white. I soon realize that I'm defenseless because my wand is in my pocket and my hands are useless. I have no choice but to stall until a teacher comes.
"Ron, stop this now, your making a mistake."
"No I'm not; I'm trying to get my girl back." He whispers with a crazed smile
"Ron you are a mistake. You're the biggest mistake I have ever made. Not only are you the worst boyfriend, you're also the worst friend, worst son, and worst person I've ever met. And it was my mistake to ever trust you, to ever be your friend, because all you've done to me is lie and hurt me. I am not some play thing you use when you need it and then discard of it after you're done with it. No, I am a human being, someone who has feelings. Unlike yourself." I say angrily, letting him know what I think. It felt so good to tell him off and I smirked after my speech.
Ron looked slightly stunned but then put back on his angry face and says, "Yeah? Well too bad `cause I am who I am so deal with it. I'm not letting you go that easily."
"Ron, how much of an idiot can you be? You're the one who cheated on me. I would say that you let go of me already, the way you've been acting since, oh by the way, you've been running off with Lavender," I practically spat her name out, " So how about you let me go and you can go run off with your dearly beloved?" I say sarcastically.
"You can just~" deciding I've had enough of this nonsense, I bring my knee up forcefully into his gut. Ron doubles over in pain and I wrench my wrists free from his grip and get out my wand. Just as Ron starts to charge at me again I yell, "Stupefy!" between my ragged breaths caused by adrenaline and fear. The stunning spell hits him squarely in the chest and he flies across the room, hitting the wall, and crumpling to the floor in a heap. With a wave of my wand the magical shield dissipates and Harry, Seamus, and Ginny rush over.
"Are you okay, Hermione?" Ginny asks with deep concern.
"Wow Hermione, you taught him a lesson!" says Seamus with a smirk and a small laugh.
"God, Hermione, look at your wrists! They're bruised! And your head is bleeding! What the hell did he do to you?" asks an exasperated Harry.
I look down at my wrists and see the finger marks turning into blue-black bruises that matched the one on my temple. I felt the back of my head happy to find the bleeding has stopped and that is was only a small cut that could be easily healed. I look up at Seamus to inspect his wounds only to find a few bruises and a bloody nose. No serious damage over all to any of us.
"So… I guess Hogsmede is canceled for today," I say heartily, trying to lighten the mood. Which, it did because we all broke out in side-hurting laughter. But we stopped immediately once we heard the portrait open and a flustered McGonagall come rushing in.
"What is the meaning of this? All of you, to my office immediately!" shrills a surprised and upset McGonagall.
Oh were we in trouble.
Author's Note: sorry this took me so long to write! Chapter 4 will be up soon! Thank you! read and review :)