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It was a dark stormy night. No really , it was.
The wind outside was very bitter to the night. The rain pelting its might against the castle, was without a doubt, furious. It was ugly.
Everything was ugly.
At that point in time, Hermione Jane Granger quickened her pace as she scurried up a flight of stairs. She was aiming to reach the Head Girl quarters, so she could plunge into a well needed hot bath. Unluckily for Hermione, she was a long way from reaching it. The Library and her room weren't exactly neighbors.
This weather matches they way my mood is turning, Hermione thought angrily, as she skipped up another set of flights. Why do boys lack such a great amount of..common courtesy? common sense? INTELLIGENCE?
"GAHHH!" Hermione shook with the anger that forced it way out of her mouth. "STUPID!"
She was so caught up in thought, she realized she was now striding along in a long dark corridor. This stupid corridor, that forces her mind to think a lot, because of its lengthy distance. Slowing down, to take steps that fell into the beat of her heart, she reached up to brush the hair out of her eyes. She, naturally, thought straight back to angry event that just took place.
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Harry, Hermione, and Ron we're sitting at a table in the library, in the far, far corner. It was pretty dark that far, so there we're floating candles around the table, and huge windows that appeared before them on the walls. Rain was pelting against the glass like a fist of fury. Hermione, as usual, was finished with all of her homework, and decided to lead the boys to the library, where they could actually get some work done.
Nope. I won't do it. Every time they ask me to help with their homework, I always give in. Ain't gonna do it this tiii-
"Hermione..bloody hell! PLEASE!" Ron sobbed in frustration.
Dammit.."Ron, no! For the billionth time! How are you ever going to learn what you need to know? You we're given this homework for a reason," She huffed. Feeling guilty, though. "Besides, I'm busy."
"Yeah?" Ron questioned, laying his chair from its leaned back on two legs position, to on all fours, and leaning more over the table toward her. "Let me guess..Vicky."
"Wow. You are a bit smart!" Hermione snapped sarcastically. Here we go again...and poor Harry.
She shot a pathetic to the boy on her right that was shaking his head. He knew what was coming, too.
"No. Wait–Yes. I know you are because that's all you ever do in your spare time!" Ron replied, with a huge look of annoyance on his face.
Good God! You think he'd get tired of these arguments after awhile! And then, Hermione snapped. Whatever heat he broke out inside her, he broke it good. She was DEAD tired of explaining to Ron over and over again about what the truth was. The truth about her feelings concerning Viktor, that was..
"JUST SHUT UP FOR ONCE! DON'T YOU EVER GET TIRED OF NAGGING ME ABOUT HIM, WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE A REASON TOO," Yeah. That was Harry's cue to leave. He motioned for one of the floating candles to follow him, and he ducked off into halls of books, pretending he was going to find one he needed. "IT'S SO STUPID, RON! YOU HAVE NO REASON AT ALL TO NAG ME ABOUT HIM! I'VE TOLD YOU A MILLION TIMES, THERE'S NOTHING GOING ON BETWEEN US! AND IF THERE WAS, IT WOULD BE NONE OF YOUR DAMN CONCERN! SOMETIMES I WISH THERE WAS SOMETHING, BECAUSE THEN YOU WOULD HAVE TO GET USED TO IT! I HA–" Hermione stopped, mouth slightly opened, and eyes squinted in anger at Ron's stupid sideways smirk at her. Huffing in pure frustration, she forced herself to close her eyes tightly.
Looking at his face, whenever he did that, just melted her soul. It made the feelings she'd conjured up for the red head over these long years, swirl up and drive straight into her heart, making it beat wildly. Too wildly, and painfully.
"I'm so sick of this. Don't bother talking to me again until you've grown up, please." Hermione opened her eyes, but her gaze wasn't set on him. It was to the side. Biting her bottom lip out of habit, she quickly gathered her items, and darted off into the isles.
Ron, sat there with a now distraught look on his face. WHY do I have to be such an asshole to her all the time? If my mouth would only just shut up! Stupid temper mental, jealousy genes! He picked himself up from his seat, and stood leaning over the table, his arms flat on the surface. He knew he needed to go after her. Every time this has happened in the past, he always tried to go after her, but could never find the courage to. He was a coward. And upsetting her made him feel the most horrible feelings inside. It wasn't like hurting a sister, or a best friend..it was more than that, he knew. Dammit..just lift your feet and go after her. She's probably halfway to wherever she's going now. Wait–where would she be going?
That stupid, inconsiderate, git. Hermione was now leaving the library, with a good slam of the door. It didn't take until she got to the long corridor, that she slowed her angry pace.
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It never occurred to Hermione that Ron would love her back. She never thought it possible. After every adventure they had been on together, things they've seen together, the horrors..she thought he only could look at a companion like that as a sister. Something not worth lusting for. But why on earth, would he always, ALWAYS, persist on contending me about Viktor. It was true. Sometimes she wish there was going was something going on with Viktor and herself. The two had grown quite close as friends, these past couple of years. Just like Harry and herself. Viktor was such an understanding friend, somebody she could confide in, and that's all there was to it. He mentioned many times that "It zeems ze ved harred one carz for yew." But, no..
She just never thought it possible. A warm, hot tear slowly escaped its way out of the corner of her eyes, and she instantly wiped them away. She wouldn't cry over this. Strong, Hermione. Rounding the corner as she finally reached the end of the corridor, she rain swiftly up the flight of stairs that entered into the hallway of her Head Girl Dorm.
It only took a few seconds for Hermione to strip herself free from her clothing. Using her wand, she created a perfect bath, with the light scent of cherry blossoms, and the temperature just above warm. This was no ordinary tub, though. It was a resizable one. And a tap of her wand, and the tub sprung about 6 feet more wide, and 3 feet more deep. She let herself sit on the brink of the tub, and fall backwards in, sinking below the surface of the water.