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How does Hermione feel about everything? We get a look into what she thinks, and feels.
Chapter 7
Love Unspoken
A week and three days had passed. Hermione had strictly avoided George during the whole of that time.
George had kept himself busy with family, pranks and friends. Hermione had kept herself occupied with Viktor, dates with Viktor, studying and all-round socializing with the Weasleys (except George), and helping Mrs. Weasley with the chores.
She acted as though George didn't exist. She barely acknowledged his presence during mealtimes, would leave the room whenever he walked in and she was alone, and never even glanced at him.
This was killing George inside. He felt like crying every time he saw her, but he had to brush it off and act just as cold and indifferent.
Inside though, it was as though invisible knives were cutting at his stomach, and lead pieces were dropping on his heart, pushing it lower and lower.
The miserable twin awoke for the fourth day, and grimly acknowledged that he had only three more days and probably a few hours before Hermione left for her seventh year…and graduated…and then his time with his heart's desire would be utterly severed.
Unhappiness tried to bring him down, but he forced himself up to face another pointless day without so much as a fraction of a second worth of Hermione's attention.
Or so he thought.
Hermione's POV:-
Hermione opened her eyes. For a few seconds, her mind was at peace, tired peace. Then the situation she was in flooded into her mind, and her heart sank. She was in a very uncomfortable position.
She was with Viktor Krum, the Quidditch star of the century…and he actually liked her, a lot. Maybe even loved her. How would he feel if she broke up with him? Heartbroken, betrayed…suicidal. Why would she want to break up with him?
Because, it seemed that she was falling for George Weasley. But why? They were only friends, after all. So what about those little episodes when they had gone out? He only thought of her as an extremely close friend, another little sister.
And yet, she was being a vixen and pushing all sorts of rubbish into an innocent friendship. What would George think of her if he knew? It was better that she stayed away from him till she sorted things out.
Stay away from him, for how long? A sinking feeling came into her stomach, as she realized she had only three more days, (and probably a few hours) before she left for her seventh year. She would be busy as heck, and so would he, and they wouldn't have any time for contact till after she had a job or whatever. By then, he would already have a girlfriend…Hermione's heart sank…or maybe even married, with children! The poor girl felt like crying at the thought.
And it was killing her, not talking to him. Her heart was breaking into pieces whenever she saw him, but something pushed her eyes away…and kept her mouth shut. There were many times she had come close to saying 'hey', but she had to check herself. She couldn't bear this pain!
Sighing miserably, she got up, wondering how George felt, and bracing herself for a day with not so much as a thought of herself in his mind.
George's POV:-
George was eating buttered toast when he heard soft footsteps on the stairs. He sighed.
Hermione was standing on the stairs, and she would now bolt back into her room.
He feigned an "I-don't-care" expression and continued eating his toast. Sure enough, there were footsteps going back into her room.
He sighed sadly again. Suddenly, he didn't feel like eating anymore.
Hermione's POV:-
Hermione slipped out of bed and decided to go downstairs and have something to eat. She slipped on her nightgown and fuzzy slippers, still thinking of a certain redhead, with beautiful blue eyes, and perfect hair, long and light red. Sighing, she walked out of the bedroom, careful not to disturb Ginny and walked towards the stairs, the memory of what had happened in The Leaky Cauldron flashing through her mind.
She froze on the second highest stair. The person of her affections was sitting at the table, eating buttered toast. She stayed, to watch his reaction. She knew he knew it was her…who else was a morning person?
Disappointment and hurt washed over her as he assumed a proud expression. Feeling tears in her eyes, she turned back, and walked dejectedly back into her room.
George's POV:-
He decided to go and have a bath while the bathroom was still unoccupied by his idiot brothers.
So he went to the end of the row of rooms on the second landing, where Percy's room separated the two bathrooms. The one with the pink door was for girls, and the other was for boys.
This row of rooms also included Hermione and Ginny's room. As he passed, he thought he heard a stifled sob. Eyes wide, he froze, and pressed his ear against the door.
There was another quiet cough, concealing a whimper. Then there was silence, broken only by a slight creak of one of the beds.
Hermione's crying! Screamed George inwardly. Curiosity filled him up at the reason, but as she refused to talk to him, he wouldn't find out why. Head hanging, he continued on his way to take a bath, and think about this.
Hermione's POV:
She retired to her bed for a few, quiet tears. She rarely cried, except when she was really, extremely hurt by someone close to her. And George was right in her heart. It had really hurt her when he had acted like that.
She couldn't cry loudly, too many problems would arise. So she stifled her sobs with her (luckily puffy) pillow. She only let a few out, so she wouldn't want to break down the whole day. And then she used a cough to hide her tear.
She opened her wet eyes and was surprised to see a shadow outside the door. George was probably hearing all this.
Shocked, Hermione stopped crying immediately. She refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had gotten to her. So she leaned back on her bed, and tucked in.
She saw the shadow disappear, and waited till she heard the creak of the boys' bathroom door, before trying to let the tears out, again.
George's POV:
Hermione's crying had bothered George the whole time since he'd heard her. It was only a couple of hours later, and Percy and Mrs. Weasley were awake. Mrs. Weasley was bustling about the house doing housework, and Percy was sitting downstairs, reading a book.
George, meanwhile, was sitting outside in the garden. The gnomes were peering up at him interestedly, but he was too miserable to throw Filibuster Fireworks down their holes.
He bashed his head into his arms repeatedly. Why was she crying? Why? Why? Why? Why? Was it something I did? Was it because of something Viktor did? If he ever…I'll rip him in two.
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