Chapter 4- She Can't Believe They Didn't Tell Her
When Hermione looked back up, Harry was already asking her another question. "So Hermione, what kind of things did you guys talk about?"
"Well, we talked about a lot of things. He reminded me a lot of you, Harry. I mean, his parents died when he was a baby, and now he lives with his aunt and uncle, who hate him. He didn't say anything about a cousin…. But he goes to an all boys school in Scotland. He didn't tell me which one though…."
"That sucks. Poor Hermione. You won't get to talk to him until next June."
Hermione groaned. "Don't remind me! I miss him already, and I just talked to him yesterday."
Ron stood up and patted her back. "Don't worry Hermie, I'm sure you'll get to talk to him again."
She nodded slowly, and stared at her feet. "I certainly hope so. I mean, when I got his message, my day was instantly brightened, even if had already been great. How often do you think that happens Ron?"
"About as often as people in chat rooms realize they've met each other before."
Hermione stared at him quizzically, as Harry gave Ron the evil eye over her head.
When Hermione realized her question wouldn't be answered, she started talking again. "So…Ron, what have you been doing?"
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That night, Harry and Ron headed upstairs after saying goodnight to Hermione.
"Ron, when do you think I should tell her that I'm Larry?"
"I dunno. All I'm trying to do is help her to realize that Larry is right here. But maybe you should wait till you see what happens when 'Larry withdrawl' really kicks in. You know, it might not be a really serious crush, and then where would you be?"
"I know that…but I mean, what if she gets mad that I didn't tell her sooner?"
"Harry, Hermione won't get mad. She'll be ecstatic! Now come on, let's go to sleep. We'll decide when to tell her in a week."
Harry nodded, and went to sleep, almost positive Ron was wrong, but what could Harry do?
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When Harry came downstairs for breakfast a week later, he walked into the kitchen to see Hermione picking at her cereal.
"Are you okay Hermione?"
She looked up, obviously startled. "Oh yeah, I'm fine."
"Are you positive? I mean, you're not eating anything."
"I'm sure. Thank you for your concern. That's sweet of you." Then she stuck a spoon full of cereal into her mouth.
Harry knew she wasn't fine, but he got out a bowl, a spoon, and sat down at the table. Then he poured himself a bowl of the cereal, and added milk. Before taking his first bite, Harry tried again.
"You miss Larry, don't you."
Hermione must have been expecting this, because all she did was nod.
"It'll be okay, Hermione. I know he misses you just as much."
"But Harry, he said he really, really liked me. He likes me as more than a friend, I think, and he's only known me three days. I'm afraid that if he ever met me, and spent more than a week with me, he'd hate me. I'm so different in real life."
Harry started patting and rubbing her back, in hopes of comforting the sobbing teenager.
"I mean, I bet he thinks I'm pretty. But I'm so ugly! My hair is just…so…bushy, I hate it! And I'm too smart…and…and…and, it's all so hopeless!"
"What are you talking about Hermione? You're gorgeous, and your intelligence only makes the beauty more worthwhile. Any guy would be lucky to have you."
"Really?" Her tear-stained face looked up at him hopefully.
"Of course! Now, I know Larry is at Bill's house, and is having loads of fun, but I bet he misses you just as much as you miss him."
Harry regretted those words as soon as they left his mouth. And it didn't take Hermione long to find his mistake.
"I never told you about his friend Bill in the first place. Harry Potter, I can't believe you let me go on believing that Larry was a completely different person! I just poured at my innermost fears about the guy that I liked, to the guy that I liked, without even realizing it! I never want to speak to you again! You just stay away from me, Harry! Tell Ginny to bring my trunk."
Then Hermione raced into the den, and flooed herself back home.
When Ron came downstairs to investigate the noise, he saw Harry sitting at the table, looking like he was on the verge of tears. He didn't see Hermione anywhere.
"I was wrong about her being happy, wasn't I?"
Harry nodded. "Tell Ginny that she needs to take Hermione's stuff to her, please."
Ron, glad Harry wasn't mad at him, ran upstairs to do that immediately.
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When Hermione came through the fireplace, her parents were definitely surprised to see her. She ignored the two concerned faces and ran upstairs and crashed onto her bed.
"I can't believe he didn't tell me! I would have been so happy if he had just told me, and the sooner the better!"
After minutes of crying, Hermione resolved never to speak to Harry again, and she'd owl Ginny as soon to find out if Ron was involved. Ron was in for it if he was.
1 End Chapter 4
Bad Harry! Bad Bad BAD!
Well, don't forget to review!
~Herbie (whose name isn't Hermione, but still feels bad for her)
When Hermione looked back up, Harry was already asking her another question. "So Hermione, what kind of things did you guys talk about?"
"Well, we talked about a lot of things. He reminded me a lot of you, Harry. I mean, his parents died when he was a baby, and now he lives with his aunt and uncle, who hate him. He didn't say anything about a cousin…. But he goes to an all boys school in Scotland. He didn't tell me which one though…."
"That sucks. Poor Hermione. You won't get to talk to him until next June."
Hermione groaned. "Don't remind me! I miss him already, and I just talked to him yesterday."
Ron stood up and patted her back. "Don't worry Hermie, I'm sure you'll get to talk to him again."
She nodded slowly, and stared at her feet. "I certainly hope so. I mean, when I got his message, my day was instantly brightened, even if had already been great. How often do you think that happens Ron?"
"About as often as people in chat rooms realize they've met each other before."
Hermione stared at him quizzically, as Harry gave Ron the evil eye over her head.
When Hermione realized her question wouldn't be answered, she started talking again. "So…Ron, what have you been doing?"
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That night, Harry and Ron headed upstairs after saying goodnight to Hermione.
"Ron, when do you think I should tell her that I'm Larry?"
"I dunno. All I'm trying to do is help her to realize that Larry is right here. But maybe you should wait till you see what happens when 'Larry withdrawl' really kicks in. You know, it might not be a really serious crush, and then where would you be?"
"I know that…but I mean, what if she gets mad that I didn't tell her sooner?"
"Harry, Hermione won't get mad. She'll be ecstatic! Now come on, let's go to sleep. We'll decide when to tell her in a week."
Harry nodded, and went to sleep, almost positive Ron was wrong, but what could Harry do?
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When Harry came downstairs for breakfast a week later, he walked into the kitchen to see Hermione picking at her cereal.
"Are you okay Hermione?"
She looked up, obviously startled. "Oh yeah, I'm fine."
"Are you positive? I mean, you're not eating anything."
"I'm sure. Thank you for your concern. That's sweet of you." Then she stuck a spoon full of cereal into her mouth.
Harry knew she wasn't fine, but he got out a bowl, a spoon, and sat down at the table. Then he poured himself a bowl of the cereal, and added milk. Before taking his first bite, Harry tried again.
"You miss Larry, don't you."
Hermione must have been expecting this, because all she did was nod.
"It'll be okay, Hermione. I know he misses you just as much."
"But Harry, he said he really, really liked me. He likes me as more than a friend, I think, and he's only known me three days. I'm afraid that if he ever met me, and spent more than a week with me, he'd hate me. I'm so different in real life."
Harry started patting and rubbing her back, in hopes of comforting the sobbing teenager.
"I mean, I bet he thinks I'm pretty. But I'm so ugly! My hair is just…so…bushy, I hate it! And I'm too smart…and…and…and, it's all so hopeless!"
"What are you talking about Hermione? You're gorgeous, and your intelligence only makes the beauty more worthwhile. Any guy would be lucky to have you."
"Really?" Her tear-stained face looked up at him hopefully.
"Of course! Now, I know Larry is at Bill's house, and is having loads of fun, but I bet he misses you just as much as you miss him."
Harry regretted those words as soon as they left his mouth. And it didn't take Hermione long to find his mistake.
"I never told you about his friend Bill in the first place. Harry Potter, I can't believe you let me go on believing that Larry was a completely different person! I just poured at my innermost fears about the guy that I liked, to the guy that I liked, without even realizing it! I never want to speak to you again! You just stay away from me, Harry! Tell Ginny to bring my trunk."
Then Hermione raced into the den, and flooed herself back home.
When Ron came downstairs to investigate the noise, he saw Harry sitting at the table, looking like he was on the verge of tears. He didn't see Hermione anywhere.
"I was wrong about her being happy, wasn't I?"
Harry nodded. "Tell Ginny that she needs to take Hermione's stuff to her, please."
Ron, glad Harry wasn't mad at him, ran upstairs to do that immediately.
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When Hermione came through the fireplace, her parents were definitely surprised to see her. She ignored the two concerned faces and ran upstairs and crashed onto her bed.
"I can't believe he didn't tell me! I would have been so happy if he had just told me, and the sooner the better!"
After minutes of crying, Hermione resolved never to speak to Harry again, and she'd owl Ginny as soon to find out if Ron was involved. Ron was in for it if he was.
1 End Chapter 4
Bad Harry! Bad Bad BAD!
Well, don't forget to review!
~Herbie (whose name isn't Hermione, but still feels bad for her)
