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You've got to admit, this isn't half bad.
Yeah, yeah, I know. We could even enjoy it if it weren't for...well.
Hermione ventured a glance over her shoulder where her three friends were walking. Harry and Ginny were oblivious to her new entourage, but Ron was trailing just out of the confines of her followers with an unmistakably heartbroken expression on his face. Hermione snapped her head back around and forced a laugh at something Dean said, since everyone seemed to be waiting for her reaction.
Did you see his face?
I feel more guilty than that time in second grade when I was 'married' to Ricky and then he caught me hugging Ryan.
That really is completely off topic.
Sorry.
"Hey, Herm!"
She was jerked roughly out of her reverie by Seamus' voice. "This is our class, unless you changed your schedule last night," he said sarcastically. The other boys laughed appreciatively, and she pasted a smile on. Apparently, Seamus had become the leader and her new sidekick in the walk to Transfiguration, judging by the confident manner in which he looped his arm through hers as they entered.
Hermione had started to regret this part of the 'plan', and the feeling only grew as Ron sat on the opposite side of the room and proceeded to gaze at her with his heart bleeding through his eyes at her. She tried to watch Professor McGonagall, but her photographic memory that served her so well in her studies kept playing his face before her mind's eye over and over, like a broken record.
It was perhaps the first time Hermione didn't pay attention or even try to in a class. Her thoughts roiled around her brain and refused to focus on anything other than Ron. By the end of class, she understood the blank stares Ginny had developed in the last couple weeks. When He was on your mind, you just couldn't think of anything or anyone else.
Finally, after an eternity of guilt, the class ended and the room moved out the door in the clump of bodies only teenage students can ever produce. Seamus reached for her arm again, but Hermione deftly sidestepped and fell behind her group. This was not as easy as it sounded, but after a little twisting, turning, and slowing of her walking speed, she managed to be walking beside Ron.
She had focused her energy on the thought of being next to him, not worrying about what she would say or do to try to win his forgiveness. The awkward silence that had come to be a part of her and Ron's relationship (if you could call it that) settled like a cloud over them.
After a lifetime consisting of about thirty seconds of silence, Hermione coughed and cleared her throat.
"So.." She paused to collect her thoughts, then sped on. "Why are you walking all alone back her by yourself? You're welcome up front."
The look he gave her could have frozen hell itself. "Not even I am that stupid. Even though everything I know is worth less than scum beside what you say in five minutes, I have a basic knowledge of when I am wanted or not."
Ouch.
That stung.
"If it makes you feel any better..."
"It doesn't. Nothing you will ever say will ever make me feel any better, don't you get it? Being on the same continent as you makes me look even more clueless than I already am. Sometimes, I just wish you didn't exist."
Sniff...
Tear...
SPLAT.
"Sometimes?" Even to her, Hermione's voice sounded weak and quivery. A flood of tears usually reserved for her pillow and diary pages was beating against her, her throat and eyes and lips all screaming to collapse and lose her know-it-all-ness for a precious moment, and it took all her self- control to hold it back.
They had unknowingly stopped, and Hermione's fan club and Harry And Ginny had continued on past them. They stood alone in the hallway.
He looked straight into her eyes for the first time in months, and suddenly her world spun and crashed and crumbled into a million pieces under that blue gaze. Her logical mind fell with her carefully ordered world, and the flood spilled over into two tears that ran down her cheeks but that was alright because he was crying too, oh god he was crying, blue eyes glassy with tears and she was being moved forward by her feet, she'd lost control of her body and she kissed him, just kissed him in the hallway, and then her shattered thoughts came slamming back into place and she jerked away and ran down the hall, anywhere, just away from those eyes that destroyed her.
Oh dear God.
What have we done?
A/N: That was a little disturbing, but it's my first time I've done Emotional!Hermione, so bear with me.
Review!!!!!
You've got to admit, this isn't half bad.
Yeah, yeah, I know. We could even enjoy it if it weren't for...well.
Hermione ventured a glance over her shoulder where her three friends were walking. Harry and Ginny were oblivious to her new entourage, but Ron was trailing just out of the confines of her followers with an unmistakably heartbroken expression on his face. Hermione snapped her head back around and forced a laugh at something Dean said, since everyone seemed to be waiting for her reaction.
Did you see his face?
I feel more guilty than that time in second grade when I was 'married' to Ricky and then he caught me hugging Ryan.
That really is completely off topic.
Sorry.
"Hey, Herm!"
She was jerked roughly out of her reverie by Seamus' voice. "This is our class, unless you changed your schedule last night," he said sarcastically. The other boys laughed appreciatively, and she pasted a smile on. Apparently, Seamus had become the leader and her new sidekick in the walk to Transfiguration, judging by the confident manner in which he looped his arm through hers as they entered.
Hermione had started to regret this part of the 'plan', and the feeling only grew as Ron sat on the opposite side of the room and proceeded to gaze at her with his heart bleeding through his eyes at her. She tried to watch Professor McGonagall, but her photographic memory that served her so well in her studies kept playing his face before her mind's eye over and over, like a broken record.
It was perhaps the first time Hermione didn't pay attention or even try to in a class. Her thoughts roiled around her brain and refused to focus on anything other than Ron. By the end of class, she understood the blank stares Ginny had developed in the last couple weeks. When He was on your mind, you just couldn't think of anything or anyone else.
Finally, after an eternity of guilt, the class ended and the room moved out the door in the clump of bodies only teenage students can ever produce. Seamus reached for her arm again, but Hermione deftly sidestepped and fell behind her group. This was not as easy as it sounded, but after a little twisting, turning, and slowing of her walking speed, she managed to be walking beside Ron.
She had focused her energy on the thought of being next to him, not worrying about what she would say or do to try to win his forgiveness. The awkward silence that had come to be a part of her and Ron's relationship (if you could call it that) settled like a cloud over them.
After a lifetime consisting of about thirty seconds of silence, Hermione coughed and cleared her throat.
"So.." She paused to collect her thoughts, then sped on. "Why are you walking all alone back her by yourself? You're welcome up front."
The look he gave her could have frozen hell itself. "Not even I am that stupid. Even though everything I know is worth less than scum beside what you say in five minutes, I have a basic knowledge of when I am wanted or not."
Ouch.
That stung.
"If it makes you feel any better..."
"It doesn't. Nothing you will ever say will ever make me feel any better, don't you get it? Being on the same continent as you makes me look even more clueless than I already am. Sometimes, I just wish you didn't exist."
Sniff...
Tear...
SPLAT.
"Sometimes?" Even to her, Hermione's voice sounded weak and quivery. A flood of tears usually reserved for her pillow and diary pages was beating against her, her throat and eyes and lips all screaming to collapse and lose her know-it-all-ness for a precious moment, and it took all her self- control to hold it back.
They had unknowingly stopped, and Hermione's fan club and Harry And Ginny had continued on past them. They stood alone in the hallway.
He looked straight into her eyes for the first time in months, and suddenly her world spun and crashed and crumbled into a million pieces under that blue gaze. Her logical mind fell with her carefully ordered world, and the flood spilled over into two tears that ran down her cheeks but that was alright because he was crying too, oh god he was crying, blue eyes glassy with tears and she was being moved forward by her feet, she'd lost control of her body and she kissed him, just kissed him in the hallway, and then her shattered thoughts came slamming back into place and she jerked away and ran down the hall, anywhere, just away from those eyes that destroyed her.
Oh dear God.
What have we done?
A/N: That was a little disturbing, but it's my first time I've done Emotional!Hermione, so bear with me.
Review!!!!!