Untitled Document Too Hard to Forgive and Forget

Part Three

Hermione awoke the next morning, not exactly remembering much at all.

"Where am I?" she thought.

Hermione finally realized that she was on Ginny's lumpy brown bed. She peered down from the bed and saw Ginny sleeping on the ground on a lumpy brown pillow and a lumpy brown mattress. Then she remembered what Ron said.

"Harry's dead," she choked bitterly.

A few tears trickled down her smooth skin.

"No, I must be strong for Harry. He wouldn't want me to cry. Oh, but why didn't I ever tell him the truth? I should have told him how I felt! I should have told him that I - that I - that I loved him!"

Hermione muffled her cries in her pillow for nearly ten more minutes. Then she tiptoed out of the room and took a long shower. Afterwards, absent-mindedly, she slipped on a pink tanktop and white shorts. Then Hermione put on a pink robe, light makeup, and sandals. After she brushed her teeth and hair, Hermione presented herself downstairs in the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley was the only one down there. She was making herself a cup of tea. When she saw Hermione, she smiled.

"Hello darling. How are you?" Mrs. Weasley asked kindly.

"Fine," Hermione replied. She even returned the smile. Despite all her depression at the present moment, Hermione couldn't help but seem friendly when around the plump and light hearted mother of six.

"My, my. Don't you look lovely? That shade of pink is so pretty on you dear," Mrs. Weasley said.

"Oh, thank you. So, is anyone else up yet?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, no. You and I are the only ones. I always like to get a head start on the day, but Ginny's just like her brothers. They always stay in bed till I go up there with a crash cymbal to wake them. Of course there father's already out of the house working down at the Ministry. They're still trying to sort out things from the large battle. I'm so glad that we won. Rita Skeeter's back to her buzzing self. Honestly, for that one year she was so quiet. I thought she had reformed, but no. At any rate, I'm terribly proud of Harry. He was a heroic leader, don't you think?" Mrs. Weasley said gently.

How can you possibly talk of Harry in such a carefree manner? Hermione wanted to scream.

She nodded towards Mrs. Weasley politely though.

Suddenly Ron came down. He waved at Hermione and Mrs. Weasley.

"Going outside for a little bit," Ron said.

"That's fine deary," Mrs. Weasley replied.

After Ron left, she turned back to Hermione.

"Well, now that you and Ron are finally dating, I'm happy. I know he's loved you for so long. I never really could tell how you felt though. It always seemed as though you pined for Harry," she said.

Hermione dropped her tea suddenly and it spilled all over the cloth tablecloth.

"Oh! I am so sorry Mrs. Weasley!" Hermione exclaimed.

She picked up a rag to get rid of the mess. Then she handed the rag to Mrs. Weasley miserably.

"Excuse me for a second. I have to go talk to Ron!" she exclaimed wildly.

Hermione left the kitchen through the backdoor and Mrs. Weasley starred quizzically after her.

A/N: Sorry this chapter was like super short! The next one will be sooooo much longer, and it will consist of a lot of explaining from Ron to Hermione! Please r/r!