MY FAIR MAIDEN: CHAPTER FOUR
A/N: This chapter does not refer entirely to the actual book, so ... yeah; don't expect everything to match perfectly ^^
Recap: ... I ran off, leaving Hermione behind to chase after me. I did not see her crestfallen expression as she glanced once more in the direction of the library.
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You take my breath away
Every time I see you,
I have to remember to breathe
And stand tall like you do.
You are my angel in the night
You shine like the pale moon
Your golden eyes reflect upon me
They will truly entrance me soon.
Will you meet me tonight?
I will be out of sight
But waiting for you I shall be
On the strike of midnight.
Meet me in the Charms corridor
The first thing you will see is me,
I will hold you close and embrace you
My fair maiden, Rosalie.
~Anonymous
I held my breath. How romantic! This was such a beautiful poem. But then a dark thought evaded my mind. This was bad news. If a wizard has fallen for me, who knows what will happen?
My mind worked quickly as I decided what to do. There was a slight chance that this poem was not meant for me. In a school this large, there could be hundreds of Rosalies (slight exaggeration, ahem). Emmett could not find out about it. He would probably tear it to shreds and then demand the poet to show himself.
I hugged the piece of perfumed parchment to my chest and tucked it under my faux-fur pillow.
"Rose, what are you doing?" It was Alice. I forced a big, fake smile onto my face.
"Just getting ready for breakfast, that's all."
Then I ran downstairs with her and Bella by my side, leaving all thoughts concerning my possible secret admirer tucked safely under my pillow.
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"Ron! Hurry up, it's breakfast time!" Harry stood over my bed. I rolled over onto my side.
"Go away," I murmured. He pounded his fists on top of me.
"ARGHH! Harry, stop it!" I sat up, half awake with my messy hair on end.
"Ron, what's wrong? Yesterday you didn't sleep at all, and if I am not mistaken, last night was a repeat, because I seemed to be missing your snores amongst the others."
My face went beetroot red to match my hair. "Fine!" I grumbled.
Downstairs in the Great Hall, my appetite seemed to have increased thoroughly because I tucked into my toast in about two seconds. Hermione stared at me derisively.
"There's a sudden change," she snorted. She was not in a good mood; that was obvious.
I grabbed another three pieces of toast and quickly spread some marmalade onto them. Sooner or later, I was munching on them like anything. I swigged a glass of orange juice and poured another full glass.
By this time, Hermione and Harry were observing me with alarm.
"Uh, Ron what's gotten into you?" Harry muttered. I shrugged, while still crunching on my toast.
"Iguessdismakesupforyesterday'slostappetite," I managed to say in between bites.
Neville nodded, his eyes wide. Ginny shot me a look of disgust.
When I could no longer stuff myself with anymore food, I stood up and headed for the Gryffindor Common Room for some more sleep. My heart immediately leapt into my throat when I saw the vampires enter the Hall.
Oh no! Did Rosalie read the poem yet? How could I possibly tell if she did?
I tried not to appear as if I was looking at her, but it was quite difficult. She gave me an odd look, and her slender fingers tightened their hold on Emmett's broad waist. She stared ahead, ignoring me.
I was hurt, but continued my way out of the Great Hall, up a few moving staircases and into the Common Room. It was empty and eerily silent. I stomped up into the boys' dormitory and found my bed.
Ugh! What a perfect start to my day. I was sure that everything was going to be greeeeat. Sarcasm is gold, is it not? 'Hmmph'ing for the umpteenth time, I tossed and turned. Merlin, I even did this when I was awake – not very surprising for a strange wizard like me.
My stomach was full to the brim, and now I deeply regretted stuffing myself before. It had felt like the right thing to do at the time, but now looking back...
My eye lids felt strangely heavy. Too heavy, in fact. I knew in the far back of my mind that lessons were due to start in a few minutes, but who cares? Nobody will even notice my absence. Okay, this was exaggerating. Thoughts circled my head like a flock of eagles trapping their prey in an enclosed circle. Then darkness soon engulfed me, and sleep arrived.
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Hermione's POV:
Ron is all over that blondie. I cannot stand it! I saw him with my very own eye deliver that poem to her in the library...he did it on purpose; he meant for her to find it! And for a moment there I thought we had something between us...
I have to admit, I did become slightly swayed by the male vampires...especially the one with the bronze coloured hair...
But then I came back on track, hoping that Ron would do the same thing. So much for hope. He's practically been drooling over her ever since.
I crossed my arms tightly as the milk in my cereal drenched my flakes. Ugh. I shivered in disgust. I am not particularly fond of cereal when it is completely soaked with milk.
Leaving it on the table, I stood up grumpily and marched off towards the Common Room, in the same path Ron had taken a few moments ago. Not that I knew he had taken that path. He seemed fairly...mysterious when he left the table. I wonder what he's up to.
As I passed the place where Miss Blondie sat with her "adopted" (well, that's what Ron told me) vampire family, I glared at the back of her head, loathing her. Her blond curls hung loosely behind her back without a strand out of place. Hmmmph. I cannot believe she even bothers to curl and straighten her hair each and every day.
I left the Great Hall, letting the giant doors close heavily behind me. I absentmindedly played with a curly brown strand of my own hair. Maybe I should do something different with my hair. I considered this thought thoroughly. Hmm, it's not a bad idea.
But I wasn't going to go under the influence of Miss Blondie with her muscular boyfriend. At least, I think it's her boyfriend. However, if I do...straighten my hair or something, perhaps Ron will notice me more than her.
I quickly shook that thought away. No way was I going to let jealousy take over my life. Besides, I still had some ancient runes to memorise.
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Still Hermione's POV :
As soon as I managed to get past the door, I heard some strange noises. They sounded awfully like snores. Ron's snores, to be exact.
After all, they were coming from the boys' dormitory. It had to be him, for sure.
I carefully tiptoed my way upstairs towards the snores, letting guilt weave out of my system. It wasn't a crime to sneak into the boys' dormitory. I had done this before, with Ron and Harry. So why did it seem so strange to do it now?
The first thing I saw was Ron's sleeping form sprawled on top of his undone bed, snoring his heart away. Rolling my eyes in disgust with a hint of a smile on my face, I sat down on the bed opposite his, gazing at him.
I took note of the way his red strands hung across his sweaty forehead as he snored, and how he occasionally turned his head this way and that. It was quite unsettling.
Then I remembered with a start that it was time for Arithmancy. Oh no! I had never been late to a class before! What'll I do, what'll I do?
I stood up quickly, pacing. Ron was still sleeping in peace. If my memory is exact, he should be at Divination with Harry. Hmm. No wonder he decided to skip it. It's about time he got to his senses.
It was at that precise moment when his eyelids fluttered open. My heart stopped beating. He got up shakily, taking in his surroundings with confusion.
"Her-her-Hermione? What are you doing here?" I blushed a scarlet red.
"Nothing, Ronald. I was just...wondering why on earth you are still here while Harry is stuck in Divination with old Trelawney," I announced a firmly as I could.
"Oh no! I completely forgot about Divination! What'll I - ." I observed him with a small smile as he stressed...kind of like what I had been doing only a few seconds ago. Then he stopped.
"It's Divination anyway, so I suppose one missed lesson won't really matter..." He trailed off. Then he began to get suspicious. Why was it that I always managed to get caught red-handed?
"And what about you, 'Mione? Don't you have...Ancient Runes or something?" "Arithmancy," I shot at him. And then... "I was excused from this lesson to do some extra Rune memorising work."
Ron stared at me unblinkingly. I stared right back at him with as much conviction I could possibly master. He looked away.
"Okay, whatever," he sighed tiredly. Determinedly without looking at me, he stomped downstairs and I heard the faint sound of the door slam shut.
A/N (2): Oooh! What's gonna happen next? Read on and please R&R! xx
A/N (3): Sorry if some things are a bit hazy for you guys...Ron wrote that poem in the hope that he would someday have the courage to hand it secretly to Rosalie, but he never intended for her to pick it up so soon. Hope you guys can sorta understand things better