Hermione sat in the library, her nose buried in a book. With the O.W.L.S.
coming up in the next few weeks, she found herself studying every possible
waking moment. She had chosen the library for a place to study, because she
knew that it was the one place that Ron would never bother her. It was a
peaceful sanctuary. The musty scent of old books were a heavenly perfume to
her and she sighed, she wished the year had turned out better than this.
Hermione found that things were just getting worse and worse.
A pit-pit-pitter sound came from a nearby window. At first, she just shrugged it off, returning her gaze to the Arithmancy text book. The banging got louder and more urgent and Hermione gave up the studying all together.
Hermione turned in her chair to look over at the window and gasped aloud. It was Pig, throwing himself against the window. She rushed over to let the tiny owl in. Madam Pince hurried over to see what the ruckus was about. She frowned, glaring at her favorite student menacingly. She reminded Hermione that owls were not allowed in the library, and then strode back to her desk.
She pet the little owl and attempted to usher it back out the window. It screeched in protest and she spied the envelope tied to Pig's leg. She untied the letter, with her name scrawled across the front. Then, Pig hurried off after nipping her ear affectionately.
Hermione knew immediately who the letter was from. She'd recognize his ridiculous attempts at fancy handwriting any day. She walked back over to her desk and sat down. She slipped the envelope into the pages at the end of the chapter. She decided that she wouldn't allow herself to read it until she had finished studying.
As the minutes wore on, she found that it was impossible to study, knowing that there was a letter from HIM stuck there, unread and awaiting her eyes. She growled in annoyance. Even when he wasn't there he could still irritate her in a way that she couldn't explain.
Finally, Hermione gave in to her self-restraint and snatched up the letter. She opened the envelope and unfolded the letter. For a moment she almost guessed that it was in a foreign language, but on closer inspection she saw that he just had horrendous handwriting . She almost smiled.
"Hermione,
Before you rip this letter up, please just give me a chance. I'm a bastard, and I know it. You're right to avoid me. This whole year, I don't know what's been in me, but I've been very wrong. I've apologized before, and I'm sure I'll apologize again before it's all over.
I've put you through hell and back, over and over again. I'm sorry, Hermione. I couldn't save you from Malfoy, and somehow I couldn't save you from my own hands. It was inappropriate, but my attitude was worse. I guess I was just afraid I'd lose you if we waited too long.
I've waited a long time, Hermione. I've liked you since our first year, and I've been falling in love with you ever since. I thought if you took too long to think things through, that you'd see how much of a stupid git I am. I'm nothing special, not like you or Harry. Harry is courageous, he's the Boy that Lived. And you, oh Hermione. You're the smartest girl in our year. On top of that, you're the most beautiful. I know I haven't said it nearly enough, but you have the looks to go with the wit. You're everything anyone could possibly want in a girl.
Hermione, please don't give up on us. Please see past my stupidity. I'm a screw up, but please oh please don't let it ruin my chances with you. I think I need you like I need air. Without you I would've certainly been in trouble many times before. But now, if I can't have you, even just as a friend, I'll surely suffocate.
I know it's asking a lot. You may never want to see me again. But, Hermione please at least speak to me again. I need to hear the sound of your voice, even if its just you telling me that I'm an idiot. Hermione, if I've lost the chance to be with you, please at least let me be your friend again. I'm in love with you, Hermione Granger. Give me a chance to make it right. Meet me on the Quidditch field tonight at seven o'clock.
Love,
Ron"
Anger coursed through her veins. How could he think she'd just drop all of his past mistakes upon request? She folded up the letter and marked her page in the book.
She headed out of the library and towards Gryffindor tower. She needed to be beautiful for this rendezvous. She was going to make him beg for forgiveness, and she wasn't sure of whether or not she'd give it to him.
A pit-pit-pitter sound came from a nearby window. At first, she just shrugged it off, returning her gaze to the Arithmancy text book. The banging got louder and more urgent and Hermione gave up the studying all together.
Hermione turned in her chair to look over at the window and gasped aloud. It was Pig, throwing himself against the window. She rushed over to let the tiny owl in. Madam Pince hurried over to see what the ruckus was about. She frowned, glaring at her favorite student menacingly. She reminded Hermione that owls were not allowed in the library, and then strode back to her desk.
She pet the little owl and attempted to usher it back out the window. It screeched in protest and she spied the envelope tied to Pig's leg. She untied the letter, with her name scrawled across the front. Then, Pig hurried off after nipping her ear affectionately.
Hermione knew immediately who the letter was from. She'd recognize his ridiculous attempts at fancy handwriting any day. She walked back over to her desk and sat down. She slipped the envelope into the pages at the end of the chapter. She decided that she wouldn't allow herself to read it until she had finished studying.
As the minutes wore on, she found that it was impossible to study, knowing that there was a letter from HIM stuck there, unread and awaiting her eyes. She growled in annoyance. Even when he wasn't there he could still irritate her in a way that she couldn't explain.
Finally, Hermione gave in to her self-restraint and snatched up the letter. She opened the envelope and unfolded the letter. For a moment she almost guessed that it was in a foreign language, but on closer inspection she saw that he just had horrendous handwriting . She almost smiled.
"Hermione,
Before you rip this letter up, please just give me a chance. I'm a bastard, and I know it. You're right to avoid me. This whole year, I don't know what's been in me, but I've been very wrong. I've apologized before, and I'm sure I'll apologize again before it's all over.
I've put you through hell and back, over and over again. I'm sorry, Hermione. I couldn't save you from Malfoy, and somehow I couldn't save you from my own hands. It was inappropriate, but my attitude was worse. I guess I was just afraid I'd lose you if we waited too long.
I've waited a long time, Hermione. I've liked you since our first year, and I've been falling in love with you ever since. I thought if you took too long to think things through, that you'd see how much of a stupid git I am. I'm nothing special, not like you or Harry. Harry is courageous, he's the Boy that Lived. And you, oh Hermione. You're the smartest girl in our year. On top of that, you're the most beautiful. I know I haven't said it nearly enough, but you have the looks to go with the wit. You're everything anyone could possibly want in a girl.
Hermione, please don't give up on us. Please see past my stupidity. I'm a screw up, but please oh please don't let it ruin my chances with you. I think I need you like I need air. Without you I would've certainly been in trouble many times before. But now, if I can't have you, even just as a friend, I'll surely suffocate.
I know it's asking a lot. You may never want to see me again. But, Hermione please at least speak to me again. I need to hear the sound of your voice, even if its just you telling me that I'm an idiot. Hermione, if I've lost the chance to be with you, please at least let me be your friend again. I'm in love with you, Hermione Granger. Give me a chance to make it right. Meet me on the Quidditch field tonight at seven o'clock.
Love,
Ron"
Anger coursed through her veins. How could he think she'd just drop all of his past mistakes upon request? She folded up the letter and marked her page in the book.
She headed out of the library and towards Gryffindor tower. She needed to be beautiful for this rendezvous. She was going to make him beg for forgiveness, and she wasn't sure of whether or not she'd give it to him.