Mr Maybe
I did say I would deliver these chapters in quick succession…
Thanx to all who reviewed the last one… we have only two more chappies to go…
You Know You Love Me…
FirebirdflamePREVIOUSLY ON MR MAYBE…
"Let's get out of here, I want to show you something"
"We've been here before, haven't we?"
"Yes."
"What are they doing here together – alone? I thought she was dating Draco Malfoy?"
'I hope it'll be over soon…"
CHAPTER TWENTY FOURMEMORIES GAINED BUT BEST FORGOTTEN
12:47/ MONDAY 25TH OCTOBER/ THE GREAT HALL/ LUNCH
HERMIONE P.O.V
I wish they would all just leave me alone. Stop asking me questions, inquiring about my opinion on the latest HG Weekly cover story. I'm heartbroken, OK? I just want to be left alone..
" Mione, honey, are you sure you're OK?" Lavender asks me, quietly, eyes concerned.
" Eat something. Maybe it'll make you feel better," Parvarti says, gently pushing a plate of pancakes in my direction. I can't help but smile at their worry. I love these two. Thank God Harry and Ron are at Quidditch Practice, 'cause, if they were here, the situation would be being handled a little less discreetly. Not to mention calmly.
I wave my hand at the pancakes, though. I couldn't stomach eating anything right now, even if I wanted to.
I'm not going to look at him.
I am not going to look at him…
It's useless even trying, isn't it? I glance up at Draco who is seated opposite me, next to – Ginny. My stomach jolts sharply. I hate this. I hate it so much. I can't resist looking at him, but when I do it hurts so badly. It's a lose/lose situation.
I blink quickly to dispense my rapidly gathering tears. This happens every time I look at him. I abhor seeing him with Ginny; every time I do, it's like a knife is stabbing my heart. I never thought being in love would hurt this much.
And the fact that he doesn't feel the same way after the way I treated him after the potion wore off, kills me.
NARRATOR P.O.V
Over at the Slytherin table…" She looks absolutely devastated"
"What at Dreasley's break up?"
'No, you idiot! Don't you read the papers? Apparently, she wants to get back with Draco."
"But isn't Draco over her?"
"Exactly! That's why she's so upset!"
"Why are Draco and Ginny sitting together, then?"
"Well, apparently they're trying to 'mend their broken relationship'."
"It's so not going to work."
"Tell me about it…"
16:52/ MONDAY 25TH OCTOBER/ GRYFFINDOR TOWER/ 7TH YEAR BOYS' DORMITORY
NARRATOR P.O.V
"I'm really worried, Harry," Ron frets, pacing up and down beside his four poster. "She hasn't said two words to us all day. " he pauses for a moment. "D'ya think she's mad at us?"
Harry sighs, rubbing a hand through his unruly hair.
"Ron, stop that. And, no, I don't think she's mad at us. She's been like that with everyone ever since Potions. Don't stress about it. You know she'll tell us when she's ready."
The two have been here for just over twenty minutes, after they rejected Dean and Seamus' invitation to go down to the Fields. They are the only ones up here, as everyone else has taken advantage of the surprisingly warm weather and gone to the Fields.
SLAM!!Hermione is standing in the doorway, eyes wide and tortured, hair wild and windswept. Her two best friends watch her in surprise.
" I love him and I hate it," she tells them. Suddenly, she bursts into tears. Looks of horror on their faces, the two immediately rush over and drag her over to Ron's bed. They draw the curtains and cast a quick 'muffliato'.
" Oh, honey," Harry sighs; giving her a hug as Ron gently wipes away her tears with a now sodden tissue. "It's gonna be OK. Don't worry about it.
She turns to look at him.
" How could I not?" she asks, blowing her nose on an offered tissue. The raven-haired boy nods slightly at his male best friend over her bent head, indicating something. Indicating what? Ssh, for a moment, would you?
" Tell him how you feel," Ron suggest," You never know."
She shakes her head, immediately, sniffing.
" No," she disagrees, " I could never do that to Ginny."
Harry rolls his expressive emerald eyes. The three are silent for a moment before Hermione hugs them both quickly and slides off the bed.
"I've got to go. Thanks for listening."
She leaves the room, comforted in the knowledge that they won't breathe a word to anyone else.
Or so she thinks…
17:09/ MONDAY 25TH OCTOBER/ SLYTHERIN QUARTERS/ COMMON ROOM
NARRATOR P.O.V
" I mean, it's ridiculous," Blaise laughs, "Harry is so over Ginny and she isn't even into him. It's beyond stupid. HG Weekly is so full of shit I could use it manure my mother's plants."
The group surrounding him and Pansy, consisting of Millicent, Joshua, Martin, Theodore and Timothy, roar with laughter. They're seated in front of the fire, butterbeer bottles littering the table in front of them.
Suddenly, disrupting her fit of giggles, Pansy's phone buzzes. The others all look up at the now familiar noise and, when she pulls it out of her bag, they all lean in to try and see who's emailing, texting or calling her, but Blaise's head is the only one she doesn't push away. It's an email from Ron. The two exchange glances before Blaise looks up at the others.
"Right, you guys," he tells them. "We're gonna need you to leave for a bit. Private call, you understand. Come back in five minutes or so."
Knowing better than to question the Blaise Zabini, the group leave the Common Room without grumbling. As soon as the door is shut firmly behind them, Pansy opens up the email.
" Eager much," Blaise smirks.
" Shut up."
FROM: Gingernut TO: PachicaSUBJECT: The day we've all been waiting for…
Mione has admitted to herself her love for Draco. The Time Has Come…
Gasping in delight, the two clasp hands in excitement (because Slytherins just done do leaping around in excitement). Wait a minute. Aren't you two forgetting something?
"Wait a sec," Pansy says, frowning a little. "Hermione won't do anything about it, though. You know how damn loyal that girl is."
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Blaise moan, leaning back in his armchair, exasperated. The two are silent for a moment. Pansy is still frowning, albeit thoughtfully now.
"I think I may have an idea," she says, starting to type out something on her phone.
FROM: PachicaTO: Ladavinny, Silverdragon
SUBJECT: YOUR BREAK UP
We think that we have done everything to and the plan is starting to work. Time to stage a Very Public Breakup.
FROM: Ladavinny
TO: Pachica
SUBJECT: Great idea…
OK…
FROM: Silverdragon
TO: Pachica
SUBJECT: Great, very soon…
OK
FROM: Pachica
TO: Ladavinny
SUBJECT: The real reason ( and delete this as soon as you get it)
Hermione's finally admitted to herself that she's in love with Draco. But she won't make a move unless you've broken up and said it's OK to.
FROM: Ladavinny
TO: Pachica
SUBJECT: Are you serious?
OMG!! OK…
This is going to be fun…
08:08/ TUESDAT 26TH OCTOBER/ THE GREAT HALL/ BREAKFAST
NARRATOR P.O.G
DREASLEY – IT'S OVER.
(turn to page 6 for more…)
(Front cover is a stationary picture of Ginny and Draco walking away from each other in the center of a crow, in the middle of the Fields)
It is official.
Dreasley is over.
A mere two weeks since the dream began, the two have woken up, deciding (very publicly, might I add) that it is for the best that they go their separate ways.
For those precious few of you unlucky enough to have missed last night's showdown In the Fields, here is a blow-by-blow account. I came across the two now former love birds in the middle of the Fields, their respective, horrified groups of friends attempting fruitlessly to dispense the vast crowd.
As the hissed insults became screamed expletives, we grew even more and more riveted.
"I am so fucking sick of you, Malfoy!"
" Well, the feeling's entirely bloody mutual, Weaslette."
"You've never thought about anyone else but yourself, you, selfish, inconsiderate, selfish PRICK!!"
"And you are one of the most self obsessed bitches I've ever had the misfortune of knowing let alone dating."
Our heads snapped back and forth so many times we got whiplash. But, with a last, 'That's it! It's over! I'm leaving you!" from Ginny, and a 'Don't let me stop you!" from Draco, Dreasley was finished.
Though there are many, varied speculations as to how the fight even began, there has been a universal reaction to the actual break up. "I can't even believe it," sobbed one 6th Year Ravenclaw who was found crying her eyes out in the 2nd Floor Girls Bathroom. 'How could they – I'm heartbroken. I just need to be left alone right now to grieve my loss." A member of the recently rejoicing Dramione fan club had this to say: 'We Knew it was doomed from the start we will have a box in the Entrance Hall to accept written apologies. That is all, thank you."
I couldn't think of a better way to end this piece…
Ciao For Now…
The Editor.
08:38/ TUESDAY 26TH OCTOBER/ 1ST FLOOR/ ENTRANCE HALL
HERMIONE P.O.V
I'm so glad I spoke to Harry and Ron last night; I feel a bit better about the whole thing. A bit. The fact that I went to sleep right after I left them, probably helps too.
I told them to go ahead to breakfast without me, so I could have a lie in. I'm walking through the Entrance Hall about to head into the Great Hall, and I'm feeling so relaxed. That's probably because I haven't seen neither Draco nor Ginny so far, though.
' I can't even believe it," A 5th Year Hufflepuff exclamation echoes through the Entrance Hall, stopping me in my tracks. " I mean they were, like, the perfect couple."
" I personally think Dramione was better," Says her blond companion, who is clutching a copy of today's HG Weekly.
"Yeah, me too. Doesn't everyone? But, still. I mean it's only been two weeks."
Oh my god. There is absolutely no way.
I rush over to the newsstand that is in the slight alcove in the Entrance Hall. This is where everyone purchases their butter beer, coffee, sweets, other snacks, and, of course, the various Hogwarts papers. I hurriedly hand over ten sickles and practically yank a copy of the newest Hg Weekly out of the vendor's hand.
YES!! On the front cover is the headline 'DREASLEY – IT'S OVER". There is a God. I quickly skim through the accompanying article, a smile growing on my face with every word. But, the most important fact sticks out at me: Draco and Ginny are over.
Grinning, I put down my paper. Today is turning out to be even better than I thought.