Chapter 4
Hermione was sitting at one of the large, wooden tables in the Gryffindor common room studying. Or that is what it looked like. She was swirling her long, white-feathered quill in the small black inkbottle while staring at a sheet of parchment that said "Mrs. George Weasley" all over it, with hearts and doodles all around.
George came running in and Hermione quickly threw the parchment she was doodling on in an old, warn book and slammed it shut. He threw a small, folded piece of parchment on the desk in front of her, without even looking at her and ran up the spiral stairs and around the corner.
Hermione's heart jumped as she looked at the small thing George just threw right in front of her. Was it a break up letter because George didn't even look at her when he ran by? Her heart started to pound so hard that she could almost hear it. She stared at the folded piece of parchment for a long time. This is silly. Hermione thought. He wouldn't be breaking up with me. I didn't do anything wrong. She slowly started unfolding the tiny note and smoothed it out on the big, wooden table. It was written so small that Hermione had to put it very close to her pale face so she could read what it said.
Meet me in my dorm right now!
Hermione skimmed her big eyes over the small words about three times before stuffing it in her jean pocket. She slowly got up from the hard wooden chair and walked over to the windy stairs and looked up. She was about to take her first step when a familiar voice yelled her name from behind her.
"Hey, Hermione!" She turned around to find Ron running towards her. "Where do you think your going?"
"Um…I have to go talk to someone." Her heart started to pound.
"Ok, but can you help me with my Defense Against The Dark Arts homework when you come back down?"
"Sure." She said as she gave him a, now-please-leave-me-alone, smile.
"Thanks, Hermione." Ron smiled as he turned and quickly walked back to the large table he and Harry were currently working at.
Hermione turned her skinny body back around and started slowly walking up the stairs. Her pounding heart was starting to feel like it was going to go through her chest.
When she got to the top, she looked down the hall. Ok, just breath. Everything will be just fine. She straightened up her body and started walking down the dark, abandoned hall towards George's room, her heart still pounding in her tiny chest. She got to the dark, wooden door and slowly wrapped her hand around the cold, golden knob and turned it. The door slowly creaked open and a dim light came out. She peaked her little head in and saw George sitting straight up on his four-poster bed with a nerves look on his face. A single candle burned on the stand next to his bed. She stepped in and slowly closed the creaky door behind her.
"Oh, Hermione." George said as he got up and ran to her. "What took you so long?"
"I was talking to someone."
George grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the bed and sat her down. Still holding her hand, he said, "I have something for you. I hope you like it." He pulled out a small pink box and gently placed it in Hermione's tiny cold hand. She looked at it like she had no clue what to do with it.
"Well, open it already." George said with excitement in his voice. He let go of her cold hand and scooted his warm body closer to hers.
She slowly placed her tiny fingers around the small pink lid and lifted it up. A shiny little ball sat on top of a silver chain and tissue. The little ball looked almost pearl like but it was pink and you could see right through it. She picked it up and held it in front of her white face to get a better look. I was a beautiful necklace.
"Its beautiful." Hermione gasped.
"You like it?" George said with a smile.
"Oh, yes." She put it on. "What is the occasion?"
"It is our six month anniversary."
"Really? Oh, I am so sorry! I didn't get you anything." She rambled.
George held his big hands up in front of him. "Don't worry about it. Having you next to me is the best gift you could ever give me."
She sighed, with a big smile on her face. "I feel the same way. I love being with you George."
"Me too." George then pulled her little body into his loving arms and held her tight. "I will wait for you after I graduate."
"Oh, George. You're so sweet." She said as she placed her shiny lips over his. "Well, I don't want to but I have to go back downstairs and help Ron with something." She gave him a small kiss on the cheek and ran to the big wooden door. She quickly turned and said. "Thanks again for the beautiful necklace. I love it!" She squealed as she held the small ball in the palm of her hand. Then she turned on her heal and ran out the door.
There was a huge smile spread across Hermione's face when she got to the bottom of the stairs. She skipped all the way over to where Ron and Harry were comfortably sitting and plopped down in a chair next to them.
"So what do you need help with?" She leaned over and grabbed the quill and parchment from Ron and placed it in front of her.
"Why are you so happy?" Ron asked as he let her take his half done assignment.
"No reason." She lied as she dipped the quill in ink. "What do you need help with?"
"O…k…um, my Defense Against The Dark Arts paper." Ron said as he looked at Harry with confusion, expecting an answer to why she is so happy. Harry had the same expression.
"Oh, I did this days ago. I can do it for you. Harry do you want me to do yours too." Hermione grabbed Harry's parchment before he even answered.
"Sure." Harry answered as she was already scribbling on their parchments.
Ron and Harry exchanged looks with confusion on their faces.
"Ron, um, I am going up to our room to get my potions book. I think you need yours too. Do you want me to get it or would you rather come with me to get it?" Harry gave him a hand signal meaning that they needed to talk.
"I'm coming with you." Ron and Harry both stood up and walked towards the stairs.
"We'll be right back Hermione." Harry said.
They ran up the stairs and down the dark hall until they got to their room. Harry plopped down on his four-poster bed and looked up at Ron who was up and down the circular room.
"There is something going on with Hermione and she is not telling us what it is. She never just does out homework unless we ask her, and even when we do that, she still wont. Well, maybe she did once." Harry said.
"I like it because she is doing our homework without us begging her for help, but I don't like how she is acting different. And I agree with you, she is hiding something that she is not telling us." Ron said as he walked faster and faster in a circle.
Harry quickly gets up and runs to his trunk.
"We need to get ready for dinner Ron. Maybe we can ask Hermione then."
"Do you really think she will tell us what is wrong?" Ron said as he quickly walked over to Harry and stood over him.
"I don't know. We could try." Harry bent his skinny body down and lifted the top of the old trunk and a folded piece of parchment fell out on to the shiny floor in front of him.
"What is this?" Harry asked as he picked it up.
"Looks like a note to me." Ron squealed. "Open it Harry!"
Harry slowly opened the torn up piece of parchment and flattened it out on the top of his trunk.
Just Another Girl
Do you like me more then a friend?
Or is it all in my head?
When you glance at me, but quickly turn away,
Acting like you weren't even looking at me.
Or am I just another girl you look at?
Do you like me more then a friend?
Or is it all in my head?
When we are walking together,
And you decide to give me a little nudge with your elbow,
For no reason at all.
Or am I just another girl you walk with?
Do you like me more then a friend?
Or is it all in my head?
When you hug me and hold me close to your body,
Acting like you never want to let me go.
Or am I just another girl you hug?
Do you like me more then a friend?
Or is it all in my head?
When you glance at me in the middle of class,
And stick your tongue out at me like a child wanting to play.
Or am I just another girl you sit next to?
Do you like me more then a friend?
Or is it all in my head?
When you do those little things to make me mad,
And get a kick out if it, but you quickly make it up to me.
Or am I just another girl you tease?
Do you like me more then a friend?
Or is it all in my head?
When you call me late at night because you have a problem,
And you say talking to me makes you feel better.
Or am I just another girl you talk to?
So, am I just another girl?
Or am I more?
Love, Ginny
"Who is it from?" Ron asked as he tried to grab the letter out of Harry's out stretched arm.
"Ginny." Harry whispered as he skimmed the letter a few more times before handing it to Ron who was jumping up and down, trying to read it. Right after the letter touched Ron's pale hands; he read it as fast as his eyes could move.
"She must really like you Harry." Ron laughed.
"So!" Harry yelled. "Do you have a problem?"
"Sorry Harry. What's your problem? Do you like her back or something?"
"And what if I do!" Harry angrily grabbed the note out of Ron's sweaty hands and folded it nicely and put it in his trunk. "Sorry Ron, but I think Ginny is a nice girl and I do like her and I am going to write her a nice letter back."
"You do! Why didn't you tell me you like her?"
"Because I didn't want you to freak out. She is your sister and I thought it would ruin our friendship."
"I wouldn't have minded, but you still should have told me. It wouldn't have ruined our friendship. Not telling me these things will ruin our friendship."
"Are you really mad at me?"
"Well, not really. Just a bit annoyed. Do you want me to help you write that letter?" Ron said as he walked over to his dirty, old trunk and grabbed a clean shirt.
"No, I can write it myself. Thanks for the offer though."
"Ok." Ron started walking to the door. "Do you wanna go down for dinner now? I'm starved!"
"Sure, lets go!"
They both ran down the dark hall and skipped down the stairs. They ran out of the common room, which was abandoned, ignoring the fat lady telling them they better hurry or all the food will be gone and finally into the Great Hall.
"Hermione, could we ask you something?" Ron said as he sat between Hermione and Ginny. Harry sat on the other side of Hermione and started to pile hot, delicious food on his plate.
"Don't worry, I already finished your homework." Hermione said as she quickly swallowed a mouth full of potatoes.
"Thanks Hermione, but that is not what I wanted to ask you." Ron had a mountain of food on his plate and he was already stuffing half of it in his mouth. "Um…Me and Harry wanted to ask you if you were alright and if there was anything you needed to tell us."
Hermione's face went white and she looked up at George. George saw her look at him and he quickly looked down at his chicken and started picking at it.
"I'm doing just fine, thanks, and no, there doesn't seem to be anything I need to tell you." Hermione then looked at her food. "I need to go finish studying. I will be in the library if any of you need me." She gave George a look, like, come-talk-to-me-when-your-done, and stormed out.
Harry and Ron looked at each other weird. Then Harry shrugged and started eating his hot food again.
"Just let it go for now." Harry whispered before Ron could say another word.
Harry took another bite of his chicken and stood up. "I need to go …um…do something." And he looked at Ron and winked. Then he walked out.
"What is he going to go do?" Fred said with a mouth full of hot potatoes.
"I think he is going to write a letter to someone. I don't really know though." Ron said as he put his face really close to his food, trying not to give the secret away.
Ginny's eyes widened and she looked at Ron's pale face. She turned and looked at her cold food and her face was so pale she looked like she was going to throw up. Then she got up and ran out of the noisy Great Hall without a word.
A/N: So? What you think? Like it? Next chapter is coming. Please review on your way out! Thanks!