~**- a letter from Bulgaria-**~
Hermione had been at the burrow with the Weasleys for almost a week.
Things have gone by relatively normal.
Ron and her hadn't one blazing row since she got there, that was good news, they have got along very nicely, taking long walks, talking for hours into the night, playing chess, she had enjoyed it very much.
Things were just great until that afternoon.
They were sitting outside on the porch playing chess for the fifth time that afternoon.
Hermione only winning once, because Ron let her.
"Check mate!" said Ron, sitting back grinning.
Hermione examined the game bored carefully.
She sighed. " All right, you won, *again*."
She and Ron both laughed at that, it didn't matter to Hermione if she won or not, seeing the look of triumph on Rons face everytime he won was priceless.
They just started there sixth game of chess when a handsome, well groomed owl swooped down to Hermione and dropped a large letter in her lap.
Hermione recognized this owl at once.
It was Viktor Krum's owl.
Hermione began to blush.
Why, *why* did he have to send her a post *right now? right infront of Ron*?
Hermione sighed and tried to push the letter out of sight.
"Who's that from?" Ron asked with curiosity.
Hermione began to blush more furiously. "Oh. . um . . It's- It's nothing really. . ."she stammered, hoping Ron didn't already know.
No luck.
Ron reached over and grabbed the letter from her lap, "Lemme see" he said, ignoring Hermiones sound of protest.
He took one look at the neat, printed handwriting in gold.
"Oh, it's a letter from *Vicky*," he said, throwing the letter down in disgust.
Hermiones face clouded. "*Ron*! why do you always have to do this? he isn't what you think, just give him a chance!" she said her eyes pleading," And dont call him *Vicky*!" she finished, her looks turning from pleading to anger.
Ron rolled his eyes," I dont know what you see in that bastard,"he said siting up straight looking a bit angry and upset at the same time," He's just a stupid bloody git who cares for nothing but his broomstick and his looks."
He looked up at Hermione to see her, not glaring at him, or ready to rip his head off. . . in fact, it seemed like she didn't even hear him.
She had a look of deep concentration on her face as she read the letter, every now and then she bit her lip, her eye brows narrowed.
"Uh. . . Herm? did ya here me?" he said, not quite wanting to know if she did or not, but he just had to have her say something.
Hermione let out a short gasp and jumped up from the chair, running in the house.
"What the-?" Ron muttered as he ran after her," 'Mione! wait up!," he called, but she ran up stairs, into Ginnys room and closed the door.
Ron groaned and looked around for Ginny, but he remembered all of the Weasley family except for Ron, had left for the afternoon.
He and Hermione decided to stay back and just hang out.
Ron ran up the stair way taking the steps two at a time.
When he reached her door, he immediently reached for the handle to let himself in, but decided against it.
Instead he knocked. . . more like pounded on the door, "*Hermione*? *Hermione are you all right? *Open up please*?" he stood there, waiting for a few minutes, waiting hoping that she would open the door.
No luck. "All right Herm, I'm coming in"
He reached for the handle and turned it.
It was locked.
"Oh *bloody hell*! 'Mione just open up!" there was no reply.
Starting to get worried, Ron looked around for his wand.
He knew he wasn't allowed to do magic over the summer, but, after all, he has done it many times before, and his dad works at the ministry, nothings happened.
He found his wand in the folds of his pocket.
"*Alohomora*!" he cried, unlocking the door.
He turned the handle and let himself in. "Hermione! What the Hell did you think-" he stopped suddenly, noticing her.
She was siting on the guest bed in Ginnys room, her head brought up to her knees, he could hear her sobbing.
" 'Mione. . ." he said softly, walking into the room, siting on the bed beside her," whats wrong?"
Hermione continued to sob uncontrollably.
He leaned over and grasped her in a warm, comforting hug.
He didn't know how long he had been hugging her until her tears finally subsided, she pulled back from Ron and looked up at him.
His heart practically broke, her eyes were all bloodshot, she still had tears streaming down her now, very pale face.
She looked heartbroken.
" ' Mione. . .," He said in barley a whisper," what. . . what happened?"
She opened her mouth to speak, her breath came out in short, gasps. tears still streaming down her face.
She simply couldn't talk right now, she was in to much pain.
She shook her head, tears now pouring down her face, she fell back down, her face in her pillow, sobbing.
Ron watched her helplessly.
*What do I do*? he thought,* If only Ginny were here. . .*
He watched her cry for a few minutes, gently rubbing her back with his giant, clumsy hands.
He didn't know what to do.
He felt so helpless.
After a few minutes Hermione rolled over, somewhat calmer.
She looked up at him and said in a barely audible whisper,"*Im sorry. . .*" Ron gave her a hug, and looked at her," What for 'Mione?" He said in a soothing whisper.
Hermione sat up slightly, and sighed."I - I'm honestly sorry for storming out like that, I - I didn't mean to. . . " She said looking up at him, her eyes filled with tears.
"Its okay 'Mione, your really upset, what happened?"he asked. She sighed and looked down.
"Um. . . I don't know if I should tell you Ron," she said looking down at her hands.
Ron grabbed one of her hands and held onto it tight," 'Mione, we are best friends, you can tell me anything."
Hermione looked up with tears in her eyes and smiled slightly. " Thank you so much Ron," she whispered.
Ron gave her hand a reassuring squeeze." no problem 'Mione." Hermione took a deep breath and said, in a very slow, very shaky voice, " I- I got the letter, you know, from Viktor and. . . and. . ." she exploded once again in somewhat silent shaky sobs.
Ron noticed the letter beside her and picked it up with curiosity, " erm, 'Mione? If you dont mind. . . I'm going to read the letter. . ."
Hermione only answered with another sob.
Ron unfolded the letter and began to read it;
Dear Hermione,
How are you doing? I'm doing just fine. . . I have been thinking, lately about our relationship, to me, it seems, it isn't going anywhere. I get your same old letters that, sorry to say, bore me ('That fucking bastard!' Ron said out loud) you haven't got that spark that catches my attention like Yolanda does. . . I met her a month ago, at first we started off as just friends, then. . . things got more serious. I am sorry to say Hermione, I think our relationship is over. To me, you have been and will always be that silly little girl with the beautiful brown eyes and the. . . highly messy brown hair (*I like 'Miones hair*, thought Ron) You just, aren't the type for me. . . I know you really really like me, but I just dont like you like that, your, too annoying and way too smart for me. I dont like the idea that you hang out with those two boys, whom, you seem a little to *fond* of. You act stupid alot even though your not. I think, in my heart, and I know in your heart to, that we never were ment to be, we never had anything. To tell the truth, I asked you to the Yule ball because I needed a date badly, I couldn't go with all the girls that jump all over me and ask for my autograph, you were fine during the ball, but things started to get annoying, WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU EVEN BOTHER TO COME VISIT ME IN BULGARIA? You little know it all bitch. You only think about your self dont you? You decided to go visit your little red headed boyfriend instead of your *true* boyfriend. Well I'm sorry, I cant take this abuse anymore. We are through, Good bye.
-Viktor Krum.
Ron stared at the letter hardly able to believe it. *That fucking git*,he thought, he teeth clenched with anger. *How the hell could he do that to my 'Mione*? he thought, *Wait a second. . . My 'Mione*?
he shook his head hard, *What am I thinking*?
He turned once again to Hermione, who, to his surprise was sitting up, wiping her tears.
" 'Mione. . .?" He asked, not wanting to say anything else to send her crying again.
Hermione looked up and smiled slightly," I'm O.K. Ron, just. . . shocked, and upset. . ."she trailed off, looking down, embarrassed.
Ron nodded understandingly," S'ok 'Mione, I personally am glad that he isn't an issue anymore, but, I'm honestly sorry he did that to you 'Mione."
Hermione smiled," Thanks Ron, your a great friend." Ron smiled down at her,"Your a great friend to, 'Mione."
Hermione had been at the burrow with the Weasleys for almost a week.
Things have gone by relatively normal.
Ron and her hadn't one blazing row since she got there, that was good news, they have got along very nicely, taking long walks, talking for hours into the night, playing chess, she had enjoyed it very much.
Things were just great until that afternoon.
They were sitting outside on the porch playing chess for the fifth time that afternoon.
Hermione only winning once, because Ron let her.
"Check mate!" said Ron, sitting back grinning.
Hermione examined the game bored carefully.
She sighed. " All right, you won, *again*."
She and Ron both laughed at that, it didn't matter to Hermione if she won or not, seeing the look of triumph on Rons face everytime he won was priceless.
They just started there sixth game of chess when a handsome, well groomed owl swooped down to Hermione and dropped a large letter in her lap.
Hermione recognized this owl at once.
It was Viktor Krum's owl.
Hermione began to blush.
Why, *why* did he have to send her a post *right now? right infront of Ron*?
Hermione sighed and tried to push the letter out of sight.
"Who's that from?" Ron asked with curiosity.
Hermione began to blush more furiously. "Oh. . um . . It's- It's nothing really. . ."she stammered, hoping Ron didn't already know.
No luck.
Ron reached over and grabbed the letter from her lap, "Lemme see" he said, ignoring Hermiones sound of protest.
He took one look at the neat, printed handwriting in gold.
"Oh, it's a letter from *Vicky*," he said, throwing the letter down in disgust.
Hermiones face clouded. "*Ron*! why do you always have to do this? he isn't what you think, just give him a chance!" she said her eyes pleading," And dont call him *Vicky*!" she finished, her looks turning from pleading to anger.
Ron rolled his eyes," I dont know what you see in that bastard,"he said siting up straight looking a bit angry and upset at the same time," He's just a stupid bloody git who cares for nothing but his broomstick and his looks."
He looked up at Hermione to see her, not glaring at him, or ready to rip his head off. . . in fact, it seemed like she didn't even hear him.
She had a look of deep concentration on her face as she read the letter, every now and then she bit her lip, her eye brows narrowed.
"Uh. . . Herm? did ya here me?" he said, not quite wanting to know if she did or not, but he just had to have her say something.
Hermione let out a short gasp and jumped up from the chair, running in the house.
"What the-?" Ron muttered as he ran after her," 'Mione! wait up!," he called, but she ran up stairs, into Ginnys room and closed the door.
Ron groaned and looked around for Ginny, but he remembered all of the Weasley family except for Ron, had left for the afternoon.
He and Hermione decided to stay back and just hang out.
Ron ran up the stair way taking the steps two at a time.
When he reached her door, he immediently reached for the handle to let himself in, but decided against it.
Instead he knocked. . . more like pounded on the door, "*Hermione*? *Hermione are you all right? *Open up please*?" he stood there, waiting for a few minutes, waiting hoping that she would open the door.
No luck. "All right Herm, I'm coming in"
He reached for the handle and turned it.
It was locked.
"Oh *bloody hell*! 'Mione just open up!" there was no reply.
Starting to get worried, Ron looked around for his wand.
He knew he wasn't allowed to do magic over the summer, but, after all, he has done it many times before, and his dad works at the ministry, nothings happened.
He found his wand in the folds of his pocket.
"*Alohomora*!" he cried, unlocking the door.
He turned the handle and let himself in. "Hermione! What the Hell did you think-" he stopped suddenly, noticing her.
She was siting on the guest bed in Ginnys room, her head brought up to her knees, he could hear her sobbing.
" 'Mione. . ." he said softly, walking into the room, siting on the bed beside her," whats wrong?"
Hermione continued to sob uncontrollably.
He leaned over and grasped her in a warm, comforting hug.
He didn't know how long he had been hugging her until her tears finally subsided, she pulled back from Ron and looked up at him.
His heart practically broke, her eyes were all bloodshot, she still had tears streaming down her now, very pale face.
She looked heartbroken.
" ' Mione. . .," He said in barley a whisper," what. . . what happened?"
She opened her mouth to speak, her breath came out in short, gasps. tears still streaming down her face.
She simply couldn't talk right now, she was in to much pain.
She shook her head, tears now pouring down her face, she fell back down, her face in her pillow, sobbing.
Ron watched her helplessly.
*What do I do*? he thought,* If only Ginny were here. . .*
He watched her cry for a few minutes, gently rubbing her back with his giant, clumsy hands.
He didn't know what to do.
He felt so helpless.
After a few minutes Hermione rolled over, somewhat calmer.
She looked up at him and said in a barely audible whisper,"*Im sorry. . .*" Ron gave her a hug, and looked at her," What for 'Mione?" He said in a soothing whisper.
Hermione sat up slightly, and sighed."I - I'm honestly sorry for storming out like that, I - I didn't mean to. . . " She said looking up at him, her eyes filled with tears.
"Its okay 'Mione, your really upset, what happened?"he asked. She sighed and looked down.
"Um. . . I don't know if I should tell you Ron," she said looking down at her hands.
Ron grabbed one of her hands and held onto it tight," 'Mione, we are best friends, you can tell me anything."
Hermione looked up with tears in her eyes and smiled slightly. " Thank you so much Ron," she whispered.
Ron gave her hand a reassuring squeeze." no problem 'Mione." Hermione took a deep breath and said, in a very slow, very shaky voice, " I- I got the letter, you know, from Viktor and. . . and. . ." she exploded once again in somewhat silent shaky sobs.
Ron noticed the letter beside her and picked it up with curiosity, " erm, 'Mione? If you dont mind. . . I'm going to read the letter. . ."
Hermione only answered with another sob.
Ron unfolded the letter and began to read it;
Dear Hermione,
How are you doing? I'm doing just fine. . . I have been thinking, lately about our relationship, to me, it seems, it isn't going anywhere. I get your same old letters that, sorry to say, bore me ('That fucking bastard!' Ron said out loud) you haven't got that spark that catches my attention like Yolanda does. . . I met her a month ago, at first we started off as just friends, then. . . things got more serious. I am sorry to say Hermione, I think our relationship is over. To me, you have been and will always be that silly little girl with the beautiful brown eyes and the. . . highly messy brown hair (*I like 'Miones hair*, thought Ron) You just, aren't the type for me. . . I know you really really like me, but I just dont like you like that, your, too annoying and way too smart for me. I dont like the idea that you hang out with those two boys, whom, you seem a little to *fond* of. You act stupid alot even though your not. I think, in my heart, and I know in your heart to, that we never were ment to be, we never had anything. To tell the truth, I asked you to the Yule ball because I needed a date badly, I couldn't go with all the girls that jump all over me and ask for my autograph, you were fine during the ball, but things started to get annoying, WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU EVEN BOTHER TO COME VISIT ME IN BULGARIA? You little know it all bitch. You only think about your self dont you? You decided to go visit your little red headed boyfriend instead of your *true* boyfriend. Well I'm sorry, I cant take this abuse anymore. We are through, Good bye.
-Viktor Krum.
Ron stared at the letter hardly able to believe it. *That fucking git*,he thought, he teeth clenched with anger. *How the hell could he do that to my 'Mione*? he thought, *Wait a second. . . My 'Mione*?
he shook his head hard, *What am I thinking*?
He turned once again to Hermione, who, to his surprise was sitting up, wiping her tears.
" 'Mione. . .?" He asked, not wanting to say anything else to send her crying again.
Hermione looked up and smiled slightly," I'm O.K. Ron, just. . . shocked, and upset. . ."she trailed off, looking down, embarrassed.
Ron nodded understandingly," S'ok 'Mione, I personally am glad that he isn't an issue anymore, but, I'm honestly sorry he did that to you 'Mione."
Hermione smiled," Thanks Ron, your a great friend." Ron smiled down at her,"Your a great friend to, 'Mione."