Disclaimer: I'm only borrowing these characters, they all belong to J.K.R
Chapter Two "Heartbreak"
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat at the breakfast table that morning. Hermione was actually in a fairly good mood. It had been a good week, there had been no news of You-Know-Who, or any sightings of the Dark Mark, she had got perfect marks on her Transfiguration essay and...Ron's hand had brushed hers this morning when they were both reaching for the porridge. They had looked at each other, and Ron had blushed and looked away. Hermione hugged this fact to herself. He had BLUSHED.
"What class do we have first this morning, Hermione? Harry was asking her. Hermione blinked. "Charms," she replied automatically. "We're learning how to do Memory Charms today."
Ron dropped his fork. "Wow!" he said excitedly. "We'll be able to erase people's memories. Can you imagine how much fun we'd have with Malfoy on this one?"
"We're not actually supposed to use them, silly,not yet, anyway " said Hermione primly. "Besides, Malfoy will know how to do them too. All the fifth years will learn to do them."
"Well, excuse me, Miss Know-It-All," said Ron nastily. "Why do you always have to prove you know everything all the time? It makes the rest of us look like idiots."
Hermione felt tears stinging in her eyes and was about to shout a stinging retort when she stopped. She was too tired to do this, to get into another of those stupid screaming matches she and Ron were so famous for. Why was Ron so mean to her all the time?
"I'm sorry if I've offended you, Ron," she said stiffly. "I was only trying to help."
Ron nearly choked, and Harry looked at her dumbly. Hermione would have been tempted to laugh if she wasn't feeling so miserable. "WHAT did you say?" Ron asked. Evidently, he had been prepared for the fight, too.
Hermione only shrugged and looked down at her plate. She really hated Ron sometimes.
Charms passed quickly for Hermione, it was really all very interesting learning how Memory Charms were done. It would have been a perfect class, in fact, had Porfessor Flitwick not chosen their partners for them. Hermione was with Neville. Ron was with Lavender.
She snuck a glance at them. Lavender was laughing. Why was she laughing? Ron wasn't funny...he was a boring git. Harry was with Dean. Lucky him thought Hermione ruefully, turning back to Neville, who was reading his parchemnts with his mouth moving.
"Alright, Neville, "she sighed. "Let's get to work."
The class ended. Hermione was fairly happy with their progress. She had already done so much studying on Memory Charms that it had actually been fairly easy to work with Neville. At least today.
"Thanks for all your help, Hermione," Neville was saying. "You really know how to explain it so I can understand."
"No problem, Neville, "Hermione began, but then her vioce trailed off.
"Hermione? Are you alright?" Neville asked in concern.
Hermione stared wide-eyes at Ron, who had helped Lavender up from her desk and was now walking out of the room with her. And wait...did Lavender have her hand on his arm? What was going on? They didn't actually like each other, did they?
"Hermione!" Neville's voice interrupted her thoughts. "You look sick, do you need to go to Madame Pomfrey?"
Hermione swallowed the bile that seemed to be rising in her throat. "I'm fine, Neville," she said faintly. "I was just dizzy for a second, that's all."
Neville looked doubtful. "Are you sure you're okay? Maybe you should go lie down or something."
"I'm fine!" snapped Hermione, louder than she had intented. Neville looked hurt. "I'm sorry, Neville. Maybe I will go lie down for awhile. I'm not feeling like myself."
"Alright, Hermione," replied Neville, but he still looked concerned. "Do you want me to walk you?"
"No. I want to be alone." Hermione waited until she was sure Ron and Lavender were long gone, then headed slowly out the door, trying to pretend her heart didn't feel like a lump of coal in her chest.
To be continued
A/N Writers block really sucks. I had to force this out of me, so if it sounds stilted, that's why. More to come, I have a plot in mind, it's just getting it out that's the problem. Not to worry, though, it IS an R/Hr story. As if I would ever write anything else. See you later
P.S Thanks FleurHartz, and Seeker_2000, for always reviewing my stuff even if it doesn't deserve it.
Nikalee
Chapter Two "Heartbreak"
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat at the breakfast table that morning. Hermione was actually in a fairly good mood. It had been a good week, there had been no news of You-Know-Who, or any sightings of the Dark Mark, she had got perfect marks on her Transfiguration essay and...Ron's hand had brushed hers this morning when they were both reaching for the porridge. They had looked at each other, and Ron had blushed and looked away. Hermione hugged this fact to herself. He had BLUSHED.
"What class do we have first this morning, Hermione? Harry was asking her. Hermione blinked. "Charms," she replied automatically. "We're learning how to do Memory Charms today."
Ron dropped his fork. "Wow!" he said excitedly. "We'll be able to erase people's memories. Can you imagine how much fun we'd have with Malfoy on this one?"
"We're not actually supposed to use them, silly,not yet, anyway " said Hermione primly. "Besides, Malfoy will know how to do them too. All the fifth years will learn to do them."
"Well, excuse me, Miss Know-It-All," said Ron nastily. "Why do you always have to prove you know everything all the time? It makes the rest of us look like idiots."
Hermione felt tears stinging in her eyes and was about to shout a stinging retort when she stopped. She was too tired to do this, to get into another of those stupid screaming matches she and Ron were so famous for. Why was Ron so mean to her all the time?
"I'm sorry if I've offended you, Ron," she said stiffly. "I was only trying to help."
Ron nearly choked, and Harry looked at her dumbly. Hermione would have been tempted to laugh if she wasn't feeling so miserable. "WHAT did you say?" Ron asked. Evidently, he had been prepared for the fight, too.
Hermione only shrugged and looked down at her plate. She really hated Ron sometimes.
Charms passed quickly for Hermione, it was really all very interesting learning how Memory Charms were done. It would have been a perfect class, in fact, had Porfessor Flitwick not chosen their partners for them. Hermione was with Neville. Ron was with Lavender.
She snuck a glance at them. Lavender was laughing. Why was she laughing? Ron wasn't funny...he was a boring git. Harry was with Dean. Lucky him thought Hermione ruefully, turning back to Neville, who was reading his parchemnts with his mouth moving.
"Alright, Neville, "she sighed. "Let's get to work."
The class ended. Hermione was fairly happy with their progress. She had already done so much studying on Memory Charms that it had actually been fairly easy to work with Neville. At least today.
"Thanks for all your help, Hermione," Neville was saying. "You really know how to explain it so I can understand."
"No problem, Neville, "Hermione began, but then her vioce trailed off.
"Hermione? Are you alright?" Neville asked in concern.
Hermione stared wide-eyes at Ron, who had helped Lavender up from her desk and was now walking out of the room with her. And wait...did Lavender have her hand on his arm? What was going on? They didn't actually like each other, did they?
"Hermione!" Neville's voice interrupted her thoughts. "You look sick, do you need to go to Madame Pomfrey?"
Hermione swallowed the bile that seemed to be rising in her throat. "I'm fine, Neville," she said faintly. "I was just dizzy for a second, that's all."
Neville looked doubtful. "Are you sure you're okay? Maybe you should go lie down or something."
"I'm fine!" snapped Hermione, louder than she had intented. Neville looked hurt. "I'm sorry, Neville. Maybe I will go lie down for awhile. I'm not feeling like myself."
"Alright, Hermione," replied Neville, but he still looked concerned. "Do you want me to walk you?"
"No. I want to be alone." Hermione waited until she was sure Ron and Lavender were long gone, then headed slowly out the door, trying to pretend her heart didn't feel like a lump of coal in her chest.
To be continued
A/N Writers block really sucks. I had to force this out of me, so if it sounds stilted, that's why. More to come, I have a plot in mind, it's just getting it out that's the problem. Not to worry, though, it IS an R/Hr story. As if I would ever write anything else. See you later
P.S Thanks FleurHartz, and Seeker_2000, for always reviewing my stuff even if it doesn't deserve it.
Nikalee