AN: Okay, I's back!
After a few moments, Hermione went down after her. Supper was a solemn affair. Now that Hermione and Ron weren't speaking to each other, Harry and Ginny found it hard to make any conversation. Fred and George were sitting with some other people and Neville wasn't any help at all.
When they all got back to the common room that night, they had nothing better to do that finish up their homework, not even making sarcastic comments about one another's essays or such like they would normally. Finally, Harry couldn't take it any longer, "OKAY! THAT IS IT!" Unfortunatly, but shouting he had gotten the entire population of Gryffindor's attention, but he didn't really care at the moment, "What is the matter with you two?"
"Ask him." "Ask her." The guilty parties muttered simultaneously.
"Ask me?" Hermione shrieked, Ginny wincing at the sound, "What did I do?"
"You could have put me down face to face, you know!" Ron shouted back, standing up to gather his books.
"Put you down?" Hermione whispered, suddenly seeing that Ginny was right, "PUT YOU DOWN?! You didn't even finish reading the note!"
"Of course not! I really didn't need too, you know!" Ron was starting to feel a little bit uneasy. There was no reason he should have finished the note, but why were Fred and George over there in the corner dying with silent laughter?
"You are such an idiot Ron!" She yelled at his retreating back.
He turned around quickly, his ears practically glowing a hot red, "Do you think I care? After all, you hate me so much it makes you sick, right?"
"Is that all you read?!"
"It's all I had to." With that he began to walk toward the boys dormitory stairs again. Behind him, Hermione stood up.
"Well then, let me finish it for you:
I hate the way you're always right
I hate it when you lie –
Ron turned around to stare at her
-I hate it when you make me laugh -"
And here she paused for a moment, her voice starting to waver,"
-Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even close,
Not even a little bit,
Not even at all."
"Hermione?" Ron whispered, not believing how big of a fool he had been.
With that the girl turned and ran up the girl's dormitory steps. Once in her room, she threw herself across her bed, crying her eyes out once again.
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I know I said that this would be the last chapter, but I think I want to write one more. See you on the flip side.