Torn
a/n: I don't own the charachters, I don't think I even own the title. But, I do own the plot.
Hermione's amber hair blew in her face, sticking to her tears, as she stood by the heaving ocean. The noise of the waves crashing upon the sandy beach (a/n: well, duh it would be sandy, but okay) drowned out her sobs of anguish. Every once in a while, she would moan, "Why?" or "Oh, Harry" or "So sorry, Ron" or something of the sort. Her friendship with the boys had changed this year.
The conclusion of her fifth year had brought sadness to her heart, even though Hermione enjoyed seeing her parents again. She had missed them, but had a feeling that she would miss two other people more. Harry and Ron. Yes, their friendship had changed.
***
It all started on the train, as it sat in wait at platform 9 & 3/4. Hermione had been speeding towards the wall separating it from the muggle world, eyes shut, hoping she would escape a yelling Mr. Dursley. Harry followed close behind her, shouting back at his uncle every couple of steps.
"She's my best friend"
"I never thought much of you. Going off with one of them, one of their sluts... It's just like poor Petunia's sister, that Lily." Mr. Dursly put a disghusted emphasis on Lily, his pure loathing for her was evident
"But-"
Harry's last words to his uncle were lost to Hermione as she carreened (did I spell that right?) through the wall and onto Ron. He started to angrily yell something as he, with Hermione on top of him, fell to the ground, but then he realised that this was Hermione on top of him. As they landed, Ron's face not an inch apart from Hermione's, Ron felt himself toung-tied.
"I'm glad you fell under me," he finally managed to get out.
a confused look passed accross Hermione's face, then she began to smile. "You mean, glad YOU fell under ME?" Hermione asked, through chokes of laughter.
Ron blushed from head to toe. "I, erm, I just meant that..." To tell the truth, it appeared to Hermione that Ron had no idea what he meant.
"I understand that you..." Now it was Hermione's turn to blush. "That you were happy I didn't kill myself." Hermione smiled, and promply stood up, only to be run over by a very angry Harry.
"Hey, Harry, why are you in so much of a hurry?" asked Ron.
Harry ignored his friend's comments as he stared into Hermione's brown eyes.
"My uncle almost got me. He seriously thinks that-" Harry lowered his voice so that no one but Hermione could hear him "that you've been sleeping with me."
Hermione blushed, laughed, coughed, talked, and smiled, all at the same time.
"I *cough laugh cough* can't bel *cough laugh cough* ieve that he *laugh laugh cough* thinks I'd *laugh cough laugh laugh laugh* sleep *laugh laugh laugh cough* with YOU!" Concluded Hermione, rather loudly, as she burst out into an amused caughing fit.
Harry had blushed about then, and said something similar to "I'm not that bad..."
***
Hermione came back to reality and joined her parents. Great, she thought, I'm torn between loving my two best friends, and I can't even speak to either of them without blushing. I'm completely in love, completely screwed, and completely torn.
a/n: I don't own the charachters, I don't think I even own the title. But, I do own the plot.
Hermione's amber hair blew in her face, sticking to her tears, as she stood by the heaving ocean. The noise of the waves crashing upon the sandy beach (a/n: well, duh it would be sandy, but okay) drowned out her sobs of anguish. Every once in a while, she would moan, "Why?" or "Oh, Harry" or "So sorry, Ron" or something of the sort. Her friendship with the boys had changed this year.
The conclusion of her fifth year had brought sadness to her heart, even though Hermione enjoyed seeing her parents again. She had missed them, but had a feeling that she would miss two other people more. Harry and Ron. Yes, their friendship had changed.
***
It all started on the train, as it sat in wait at platform 9 & 3/4. Hermione had been speeding towards the wall separating it from the muggle world, eyes shut, hoping she would escape a yelling Mr. Dursley. Harry followed close behind her, shouting back at his uncle every couple of steps.
"She's my best friend"
"I never thought much of you. Going off with one of them, one of their sluts... It's just like poor Petunia's sister, that Lily." Mr. Dursly put a disghusted emphasis on Lily, his pure loathing for her was evident
"But-"
Harry's last words to his uncle were lost to Hermione as she carreened (did I spell that right?) through the wall and onto Ron. He started to angrily yell something as he, with Hermione on top of him, fell to the ground, but then he realised that this was Hermione on top of him. As they landed, Ron's face not an inch apart from Hermione's, Ron felt himself toung-tied.
"I'm glad you fell under me," he finally managed to get out.
a confused look passed accross Hermione's face, then she began to smile. "You mean, glad YOU fell under ME?" Hermione asked, through chokes of laughter.
Ron blushed from head to toe. "I, erm, I just meant that..." To tell the truth, it appeared to Hermione that Ron had no idea what he meant.
"I understand that you..." Now it was Hermione's turn to blush. "That you were happy I didn't kill myself." Hermione smiled, and promply stood up, only to be run over by a very angry Harry.
"Hey, Harry, why are you in so much of a hurry?" asked Ron.
Harry ignored his friend's comments as he stared into Hermione's brown eyes.
"My uncle almost got me. He seriously thinks that-" Harry lowered his voice so that no one but Hermione could hear him "that you've been sleeping with me."
Hermione blushed, laughed, coughed, talked, and smiled, all at the same time.
"I *cough laugh cough* can't bel *cough laugh cough* ieve that he *laugh laugh cough* thinks I'd *laugh cough laugh laugh laugh* sleep *laugh laugh laugh cough* with YOU!" Concluded Hermione, rather loudly, as she burst out into an amused caughing fit.
Harry had blushed about then, and said something similar to "I'm not that bad..."
***
Hermione came back to reality and joined her parents. Great, she thought, I'm torn between loving my two best friends, and I can't even speak to either of them without blushing. I'm completely in love, completely screwed, and completely torn.
