Hermione lay awake in bed that night, she felt terribly nauseous due to the fact that Percy was a cannibal, and the fact that now she had a major love problem on her hands.
Ron's letter kept on circling in her head, 'Well there is no other way to say this, but I think I love you.' Hermione couldn't find words to explain what she felt towards Ron and Gene, they both had feelings towards her, but it was un-explainable, for all she knew Gene could be a 76 year old pervert just wanting to lure her into his horrid little flat in Peckham! (No offence to anybody who lives there) And George might have set Ron a dare, but then Hermione remembered George was no more…
Hermione let a few tears roll down her cheek, and she let out a sob. With her eyes watering, and her body shaking, she felt out of control, she wanted to melt away and never come back, for life hurt too much, but that little intelligent brain popped into her head like it does. 'Hermione, hormones, your fifteen, you'll be sixteen in a few weeks, its normal to feel confused and insecure!' Hermione sat up, taking in her own advice, she thought to herself. 'It will all pass.' But then Harry's ugly image came into her head. She never fancied him, he was just a friend, then what was Ron?
Hermione lay back down, and emerged into a vital thinking state. 'Ok, ok, Ron is very cute, and so is Fred, I should just ignore Gene, he means nothing to me, he is just a bit of fun. But I need fun! That's why Fred and Ron were invented to cheer the world up, (yet depress me) but is it just god ol' Weasley charm. It worked for Mrs Weasley, all those kids… I shouldn't be thinking like that. Maybe this is like a test?' Hermione leaped out of bed, switched her lamp on, and looked at herself in the mirror.
She thought she looked like death; pale skin, and dark bags under her eyes… She grabbed her exfoliating spray and sprayed it onto her face, freshening her up. She smiled a bit and rubbed some Vaseline onto her dry lips, making them shine and darken.
"Well, I look moderately better" Hermione mumbled, adding a bit of blusher to her thinning cheeks. But as she started to apply mascara to her upper eyelids, someone knocked at the door, and made her jog the brush, and rubbing it over her brow. "Who is it?" She yelled, rubbing the mascara off with a tissue.
"Ron." Hermione froze as she heard his voice through the door. She came to her senses and walked over to the door. As she opened the door, a horrid sight came before her eyes.
Ron's arms were cut, and his face was drained and expressionless. "Ron!" Hermione threw her arms around him and hugged him so tightly. "I was so worried!" She felt tears rolling down her cheek again; luckily she had taken her mascara out.
Thank you so much for your reviews, I love you all! I wrote this while chatting to my boyfriend, and I got all emotional in writing this. MTV is also on, so excuse the strangeness. I'm having a 'Net romance