Hello beautiful people! Here's the 3rd Chapter! I hope you like it. I also hope I didn't make any mistakes and If I did, please don't hesitate to tell me. Anyway, here it is!
-Isabelle:)
Chapter 3:
*Hermione's POV*
The week after that "incident" wasn't exactly that enjoyable. People were constantly staring at me at the hallways. They were either looks of disgust or ridicule. Being friends with Harry, I was normally used to this rubbish, but surprisingly, I guess I didn't take it too well. I was sick and tired of everyone who had something to do with it. Especially Pansy Parkinson. Especially her. I can bet anyone with all the Galleons I have that she is way too cruel to be human. Her offensive taunts were far more irritating than they were during this week. And everytime I would try to snap something back at her, Harry or Ron would stop me, saying the same things.
"Ignore her. She's not worth it."
I clenched my jaw, trying to hold the tears. I felt stupid because I cried myself to sleep often during that week, I felt weak. I wasn't always like this though. I was used to all of this, so why did I have to feel upset? Upset enough to cry?
"Hermione, you've been really upset this week." said Harry, as Ron eyed me suspiciously, at one night in the Common Room as we catched up on our homework. I mean they catch up on their homework. My workload already seemed moderate so I just decided to curl up on a leather couch by the fireplace, reading a book silently, just pretending I didn't exist for once. Existing sure was tiring sometimes.
"Hmm?" I murmured, appearantly not aware of his question. I seemed to be absorbed by the book I was reading, or maybe I just didn't feel like talking. I couldn't decide which.
"I said, you've been really upset this week." Harry repeated, loudly enough for him to finally catch my attention and look up from my book, eyebrows raised.
I gulped. I didn't say anything at first until Ron raised an eyebrow and said "Well?"
"Um, er" I said, trying to pick my words carefully, "I'm okay, guys, I've just had a tough week."
Harry and Ron exchanged looks but didn't say anything. Harry just nodded and we continued doing what we were doing just a minute ago.
Ron tried to start conversation, after what seemed like a while. Harry seemed to agree because he participated in it, but I merely pretended to listen, glancing up from my book occasionally.
It wasn't until they reached the point at that conversation when I finally got interested.
"I noticed something." said Ron, "I haven't seen Malfoy all week."
"Me neither." said Harry, who seemed to be thinking.
"Have you seen him, Hermione?"
"Um, no." I said, shaking my head, "If he did show up, though, he would be joining Parkinson in irritating me wherever I go." I rolled my eyes, frustrated.
We talked about him for a while and most unfortunately, the conversation slowly turned to the incident that happened a week ago.
"By the way, remember what happened to Malfoy the other week?" started Harry.
"Yeah," said Ron, chuckling, "Poor kid, must have gone mental."
The two started laughing and I started feeling offended again. Why did they have to bring this up?
"Aw, maybe Malfoy wuuuuvs Hermione." laughed Harry.
"You two would look like a great couple." said Ron as he roared with laughter.
I blushed furiously. They made me feel worse!
I stood to my feet, holding my book under my arm.
"I'm going to bed."
I walked away and that's when they stopped.
"Oh, c'mon Hermione," said Ron, exasperated, "It was just a joke." Harry nodded.
I turned to them, furious.
"JUST A JOKE? JUST A JOKE?! I'VE BEEN HAVING A TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE WEEK AND YOU'LL GO PAIRING ME UP WITH MALFOY AND SAY IT WAS JUST A JOKE?! I SUSPECT THE REASON WHY PARKINSON HAS BEEN NASTIER THAN USUAL IS BECAUSE SHE MIGHT'VE FANCIED MALFOY AND SHE'S BEEN TREATING ME HORRIBLY FOR IT. WAS ALL HER OFFENSIVE TAUNTS JUST A JOKE? "
"Hermione," said Harry nervously, "Breath. Inhale-Exhale-Inhal-"
I interrupted him.
"I BELIEVE I KNOW HOW TO BREATH, THANK YOU VERY MUCH."
"Hermione," said Ron, looking as just as nervous as Harry, "We're sorry, okay? We didn't mean it. Calm down."
I went silent for a while. I stared at them.
"You're right," I said finally, "No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I screamed at you guys. I didn't mean it, too. Thanks for putting up with my crap."
Harry nodded. "You're welcome-and we forgive you."
Three of us hugged and I ended up breaking down as I did. I always liked hugs, I liked the feeling of it, I guess.
"It's okay Hermione, It's okay." said Harry when he noticed my crying. I felt Ron nod against my shoulder and I knew I was safe with them.
"I-I'm just really tired of everything." I sobbed silently against their shoulders.
"It's okay, It's okay." said Ron reassuringly. "You need to go to bed and rest. And hey, it's Hogsmeade weekend tomorrow."
We pulled back and I nodded at the both of them. "Thanks a lot guys." I managed a smile, "I don't know what I'd do without you."
They smiled back, I nodded once again and walked back to the Girls Bedrooms.
I proceeded crying until I fell asleep and I still don't know why.
Well, that's about it. Please review if you can, it sort of keeps me going when it comes to writing. Thanks for reading!
-Isabelle:)
