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Always Someone
Chapter 2
The Hogwarts Express slowly chugged to a stop, and the large outline of Hagrid, the former Magical Creatures teacher at Hogwarts, also a friend of Harry, Ron, and Hermione, became visible in the distance. Ron had been keeping his eyes fixed with concern on Hermione, trying to figure out what she was thinking about that distracted her earlier. He hoped she had come to her senses, so she would be the normal Hermione they all knew, and she would stop this idiosyncrasy.
Harry and Ron made sure they had all their things and began to un- board the train. Ron took a quick glance over his shoulder, secretly wishing Hermione would be there, smiling at him, giving him a familiar sense of encouragement. She wasn't behind him, and she wasn't sitting in her seat. He guessed she had gone ahead and already left. He didn't see her at all until the traditional Hogwarts welcoming feast. She was already in her seat when he entered the great hall with Harry behind him. Ron took a seat. On one side of Him was Harry, and on the other, Hermione. He turned to her, and saw she was staring into the distance.
"Um, Hermione?" Ron said quietly. The feast hadn't begun yet, and they were allowed to talk if they kept it down. Hermione slowly turned towards Ron, her wide, brown eyes shimmering in the warm light of the Great Hall.
"Hello," she said uncertainly. She looked troubled, and it seemed she was having trouble making conversation with one of her best friends.
"Are you sure there's nothing wrong? I know you said to let it go, but friends don't- they don't just let something go if something's bothering their friend." Ron replied, more concerned then ever.
"Oh, Ron…don't you ever believe me when I tell you nothing's wrong?" Hermione said shakily.
"Not when I can tell that there is." Ron replied, upset that Hermione wouldn't tell him what was happening.
"Don't you think I'd t-tell you?" Hermione asked, stuttering a bit.
"I would think so, but if you say you would tell me if something's wrong, then why are you denying it now? Why aren't you telling me?" Ron asked, annoyed and upset at the same time.
"Leave – It – Alone." Hermione said in three separate breaths, almost struggling to get the words out of her mouth. Ron was hurt, but not convinced. He still believed something was wrong. He turned to Harry, and saw he hadn't heard any of their conversation. He wasn't sure if he was mad, or glad. Harry had been chatting with Fred and George about the new Zonko's products. Harry turned to Ron and Hermione.
"Any of you know who the new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher is?" Harry asked.
"No clue." Ron replied glumly. Hermione did not reply, she continued to stare into space.
"I heard they cloned Snape and one of him is teaching every subject." George replied and pretended to choke himself.
"Don't even say that!" Fred said and pretended to choke himself the same way George did.
"Next time I go to Zonko's, I'm definitely trying out the new, '10- Ton Tongue Toffee', it's 10 times heavier than the first!" George said, picking up on the conversation about Zonko's.
"Those are nothing compared to the new, "Freque-Break Quills', they break each time you press down! I'll give one to everybody in the class during the exams." Fred joined in and they continued the conversation.
"What's wrong with Hermione?" Harry pondered, seeing her staring distantly.
"She insists it's nothing, and that I shouldn't be asking." Ron replied irritably.
"I can hear, you know!" Hermione snapped, and with that, she stood up, turned around, and left the feast through the huge oak doors of the Great Hall.
"That girl is so stubborn!" Ron said angrily.
"Leave her, Ron. It will just turn into a fight if you try to talk to her." Harry tried to reason.
"What do you mean? Every time I talk with her it will turn into a fight? Is that what you're getting at Harry? Listen, I don't need–," Ron was cut off.
"Calm down, Ron, I was just saying that you don't want to make it worse." Harry rationalized.
"Right," Ron grumbled, not really annoyed at Harry, but trying to get out his anger.
"Now, are you going to eat anything?" Ron hadn't realized the feast had even started, he was so busy thinking about Hermione. For some reason, this really bothered him. What was she so afraid of telling anyone? Why couldn't she tell him? Why couldn't he be the one she could confide in? Had she told Harry? All these questions rushed through his head. He looked over at the empty seat next to him, where a filled plate lay untouched. The image made him hurt even more, for some reason.
"I don't think I can." Ron replied.
"Alright, but you may be hungry later, you know." Harry said hopefully.
"I don't think so, Harry, but thanks anyway." Ron said, not in the mood for Harry's optimism when he wasn't feeling the least bit optimistic.
"I think I'm ready to go to sleep, goodnight, Harry." Ron said as he stood up and left the Great Hall. Ron was not tired. He wasn't going to sleep. He wasn't exactly sure why he left, but his feet seemed to have a mind of their own, but was it his feet? Ron knew it was something else, he knew what it was, but he couldn't quite grasp it. Yet.
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Always Someone
Chapter 2
The Hogwarts Express slowly chugged to a stop, and the large outline of Hagrid, the former Magical Creatures teacher at Hogwarts, also a friend of Harry, Ron, and Hermione, became visible in the distance. Ron had been keeping his eyes fixed with concern on Hermione, trying to figure out what she was thinking about that distracted her earlier. He hoped she had come to her senses, so she would be the normal Hermione they all knew, and she would stop this idiosyncrasy.
Harry and Ron made sure they had all their things and began to un- board the train. Ron took a quick glance over his shoulder, secretly wishing Hermione would be there, smiling at him, giving him a familiar sense of encouragement. She wasn't behind him, and she wasn't sitting in her seat. He guessed she had gone ahead and already left. He didn't see her at all until the traditional Hogwarts welcoming feast. She was already in her seat when he entered the great hall with Harry behind him. Ron took a seat. On one side of Him was Harry, and on the other, Hermione. He turned to her, and saw she was staring into the distance.
"Um, Hermione?" Ron said quietly. The feast hadn't begun yet, and they were allowed to talk if they kept it down. Hermione slowly turned towards Ron, her wide, brown eyes shimmering in the warm light of the Great Hall.
"Hello," she said uncertainly. She looked troubled, and it seemed she was having trouble making conversation with one of her best friends.
"Are you sure there's nothing wrong? I know you said to let it go, but friends don't- they don't just let something go if something's bothering their friend." Ron replied, more concerned then ever.
"Oh, Ron…don't you ever believe me when I tell you nothing's wrong?" Hermione said shakily.
"Not when I can tell that there is." Ron replied, upset that Hermione wouldn't tell him what was happening.
"Don't you think I'd t-tell you?" Hermione asked, stuttering a bit.
"I would think so, but if you say you would tell me if something's wrong, then why are you denying it now? Why aren't you telling me?" Ron asked, annoyed and upset at the same time.
"Leave – It – Alone." Hermione said in three separate breaths, almost struggling to get the words out of her mouth. Ron was hurt, but not convinced. He still believed something was wrong. He turned to Harry, and saw he hadn't heard any of their conversation. He wasn't sure if he was mad, or glad. Harry had been chatting with Fred and George about the new Zonko's products. Harry turned to Ron and Hermione.
"Any of you know who the new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher is?" Harry asked.
"No clue." Ron replied glumly. Hermione did not reply, she continued to stare into space.
"I heard they cloned Snape and one of him is teaching every subject." George replied and pretended to choke himself.
"Don't even say that!" Fred said and pretended to choke himself the same way George did.
"Next time I go to Zonko's, I'm definitely trying out the new, '10- Ton Tongue Toffee', it's 10 times heavier than the first!" George said, picking up on the conversation about Zonko's.
"Those are nothing compared to the new, "Freque-Break Quills', they break each time you press down! I'll give one to everybody in the class during the exams." Fred joined in and they continued the conversation.
"What's wrong with Hermione?" Harry pondered, seeing her staring distantly.
"She insists it's nothing, and that I shouldn't be asking." Ron replied irritably.
"I can hear, you know!" Hermione snapped, and with that, she stood up, turned around, and left the feast through the huge oak doors of the Great Hall.
"That girl is so stubborn!" Ron said angrily.
"Leave her, Ron. It will just turn into a fight if you try to talk to her." Harry tried to reason.
"What do you mean? Every time I talk with her it will turn into a fight? Is that what you're getting at Harry? Listen, I don't need–," Ron was cut off.
"Calm down, Ron, I was just saying that you don't want to make it worse." Harry rationalized.
"Right," Ron grumbled, not really annoyed at Harry, but trying to get out his anger.
"Now, are you going to eat anything?" Ron hadn't realized the feast had even started, he was so busy thinking about Hermione. For some reason, this really bothered him. What was she so afraid of telling anyone? Why couldn't she tell him? Why couldn't he be the one she could confide in? Had she told Harry? All these questions rushed through his head. He looked over at the empty seat next to him, where a filled plate lay untouched. The image made him hurt even more, for some reason.
"I don't think I can." Ron replied.
"Alright, but you may be hungry later, you know." Harry said hopefully.
"I don't think so, Harry, but thanks anyway." Ron said, not in the mood for Harry's optimism when he wasn't feeling the least bit optimistic.
"I think I'm ready to go to sleep, goodnight, Harry." Ron said as he stood up and left the Great Hall. Ron was not tired. He wasn't going to sleep. He wasn't exactly sure why he left, but his feet seemed to have a mind of their own, but was it his feet? Ron knew it was something else, he knew what it was, but he couldn't quite grasp it. Yet.