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Always Someone
Chapter 3
Ron quietly walked into the Gryffindor Common Room to find Hermione crying by the warm light of the fire. He didn't know whether to leave like he was never there or try to comfort her. He couldn't leave her like this, but she probably would not want to be comforted, so he decided to make it known that he was there, then see her reaction. Ron walked closer to Hermione, then spoke in a soft, gentle tone,
"I can't believe you now, even if you don't tell me."
Hermione was startled, she spun around to Ron, the tears leaving streaks down her cheeks. Rather then drying her tears, or arguing with Ron about sneaking up on her, she said,
"I'm sorry…I lied- I just, I couldn't….I can't…" Hermione couldn't finish because she buried her face in her hands and began sobbing, almost out of her control. Ron sat down in the chair across from her, unsure of what to do. He had some options, but they might just make things worse. Should he tell her it would be okay? He didn't even know what the problem was! Should he walk away? He certainly couldn't. He didn't have to do any of them, because Hermione spoke first,
"I should have told you- I should have told someone-," Hermione said shakily as she lifted her head.
"Why can't you tell me now, I don't want to see you like this." Ron replied gently. It sounded a bit demanding, but Hermione could tell it was thoughtful, and Ron really cared.
"Read this." Hermione said shakily, handing Ron a crumpled up, ripped sheet of parchment. The thick black print was a bit smudged, but still readable. The paper read:
"Roses are red, violets are blue,
Someone is out, to get someone close to you.
I am warning you now, so you may prevent,
And think of how much time you've spent,
With this person, you may indeed confide,
Yet there's something, they must hide.
So if you care for them, you may tell them so,
For this may be the last time, you can let them know."
Ron stared at the paper for a while, reading it over and over in his head.
"Where did you get it?" Ron asked, bewildered.
"I found it on my seat, on the train, and I read it as soon as I saw it. That is why I was so distracted. I saw you two in the seat across from me, but I wasn't sure how to bring it up, and I couldn't just brush it aside." Hermione explained, her crying coming to a stop.
"Y-you think it was meant for you?" Ron asked, amazed.
"I am pretty frightened by the idea, but I think it most likely was." Hermione gazed at the letter, and turned away, drying the rest of her face with her cold, shaking hand.
"Do you think you know who it's about- or who it's f-from?" Ron asked, thinking about these questions as well.
"I have some ideas, but they scare me half to death, they're so possible." Hermione replied shakily, turning towards Ron. Her wide, brown eyes were scared, Ron could tell.
"Who?" Ron asked, a bit frightened himself, "Could it be for Harry?" he thought to himself.
"I think it's for someone we least expect it to be for- and it's not Harry. I believe it's referring to someone we don't expect at first, but are supposed to find out." Hermione explained.
"You really think?" Ron asked, almost certain she would think it was for Harry from he-who-should-not-be-named.
"I have a feeling- a very strong feeling. I am almost sure. Yes, I really think so. I am sorry I didn't tell you- it's just when I read it this cold, eerie feeling swept over me and it was so frightening and-" Hermione was cut off.
"It's okay, it's okay. I'm just glad you told me at all." Ron said. At any other time, he would have been overjoyed that Hermione confided in him first, but this time, he was half-scared, and half-determined.
"Hermione, we need to figure this out." Ron said, strangely sure of himself.
Hermione replied,
"But where do we start?"
+SpiLLeD InK+
Always Someone
Chapter 3
Ron quietly walked into the Gryffindor Common Room to find Hermione crying by the warm light of the fire. He didn't know whether to leave like he was never there or try to comfort her. He couldn't leave her like this, but she probably would not want to be comforted, so he decided to make it known that he was there, then see her reaction. Ron walked closer to Hermione, then spoke in a soft, gentle tone,
"I can't believe you now, even if you don't tell me."
Hermione was startled, she spun around to Ron, the tears leaving streaks down her cheeks. Rather then drying her tears, or arguing with Ron about sneaking up on her, she said,
"I'm sorry…I lied- I just, I couldn't….I can't…" Hermione couldn't finish because she buried her face in her hands and began sobbing, almost out of her control. Ron sat down in the chair across from her, unsure of what to do. He had some options, but they might just make things worse. Should he tell her it would be okay? He didn't even know what the problem was! Should he walk away? He certainly couldn't. He didn't have to do any of them, because Hermione spoke first,
"I should have told you- I should have told someone-," Hermione said shakily as she lifted her head.
"Why can't you tell me now, I don't want to see you like this." Ron replied gently. It sounded a bit demanding, but Hermione could tell it was thoughtful, and Ron really cared.
"Read this." Hermione said shakily, handing Ron a crumpled up, ripped sheet of parchment. The thick black print was a bit smudged, but still readable. The paper read:
"Roses are red, violets are blue,
Someone is out, to get someone close to you.
I am warning you now, so you may prevent,
And think of how much time you've spent,
With this person, you may indeed confide,
Yet there's something, they must hide.
So if you care for them, you may tell them so,
For this may be the last time, you can let them know."
Ron stared at the paper for a while, reading it over and over in his head.
"Where did you get it?" Ron asked, bewildered.
"I found it on my seat, on the train, and I read it as soon as I saw it. That is why I was so distracted. I saw you two in the seat across from me, but I wasn't sure how to bring it up, and I couldn't just brush it aside." Hermione explained, her crying coming to a stop.
"Y-you think it was meant for you?" Ron asked, amazed.
"I am pretty frightened by the idea, but I think it most likely was." Hermione gazed at the letter, and turned away, drying the rest of her face with her cold, shaking hand.
"Do you think you know who it's about- or who it's f-from?" Ron asked, thinking about these questions as well.
"I have some ideas, but they scare me half to death, they're so possible." Hermione replied shakily, turning towards Ron. Her wide, brown eyes were scared, Ron could tell.
"Who?" Ron asked, a bit frightened himself, "Could it be for Harry?" he thought to himself.
"I think it's for someone we least expect it to be for- and it's not Harry. I believe it's referring to someone we don't expect at first, but are supposed to find out." Hermione explained.
"You really think?" Ron asked, almost certain she would think it was for Harry from he-who-should-not-be-named.
"I have a feeling- a very strong feeling. I am almost sure. Yes, I really think so. I am sorry I didn't tell you- it's just when I read it this cold, eerie feeling swept over me and it was so frightening and-" Hermione was cut off.
"It's okay, it's okay. I'm just glad you told me at all." Ron said. At any other time, he would have been overjoyed that Hermione confided in him first, but this time, he was half-scared, and half-determined.
"Hermione, we need to figure this out." Ron said, strangely sure of himself.
Hermione replied,
"But where do we start?"