CHAPTER 4
"Harry, come here." Hermione shouted to him. Harry got up hesitantly from the Ravenclaw table he had sat down on, and walked slowly toward Hermiones watchful gave and Rons wandering eyes.
More like avoiding really.
Ron would not look at Harry. Harry was not surprised. He sat down opposite Hermione. She still had her hand on Rons, and she still was sitting quite close to him. Harry felt like grabbing her hand away from Ron, and holding it close to him. He wanted to hold HER close to him. He wished last night had never ended. This was not where he wanted to be. This was not the situation he wanted to be in. Fights with Ron were never pleasant...(he'd had his share,) and a fight with Hermione almost seemed inevitable.
"...Harry?" Hermione shouted, shaking his shoulder.
"What?" Harry said, snapping out of his thoughts. He shoved Hermiones hand from his shoulder a little too forcefully. She sat down again, but she looked upset.
"I was talking to you Harry. You weren't saying anything!" Hermione said.
"Oh sorry." Harry said absentmindedly. "Didn't catch much sleep last night."
"phhhhhss..." Ron said, and rolled his eyes. "Why on earth not, Harry? Did you have homework to do, or a best friend's girl to go to bed with?"
Harry looked Ron straight in the eye. "Yeah, that's right."
Ron looked at Hermione. "How do you expect him to understand?" Then he picked up a sandwich and left. Hermione put her head in her hands. "This is horrible...," she mumbled.
Harry watched Ron walk away. "Understand what Hermione?" Harry moved her hand away from her head. "What were you two talking about?"
"Ugh! You know, never mind. You won't understand. I don't even..." She didn't finish.
At least, if she did, Harry didn't hear it because she was mumbling. She stood up and left. Harry was utterly bewildered. What was going on? What had they been talking about? He wouldn't understand WHAT? Harry put his head on the table and closed his eyes. Then, all of the sudden, Hedwig was on his arm with a piece of parchment in her beak. "musta fallen asleep..." he mumbled. He sat up, took the letter from Hedwig and read: Dear Harry;
I'm sorry. Are you okay? I'm sorry I walked out on you like that, you must be really confused. I need to tell you what we were talking about. First, Ron and I were talking about our relationship. We decided that our breaking apart was final. We don't want to see our friendship, all THREE of us, we don't want this friendship ruined. But I do think Ron is upset. I think he is mad and jealous of you Harry. I stormed off because all you're worried about is if Ron and I were talking about you. You have to understand that Ron is really angry. Before we pursue anything, we have to make Ron comfortable again. I love him Harry, even if it's just as a friend, and I know deep down you do too. If you want to fight with him, fine. However, if you want to make things better, like I do, you have to understand what I am about to say. . .
You and I cannot be together. At least, not for a while. Ron said he wouldn't be able to handle that. I think we should respect his wishes, at least for a few weeks, or as long as he needs. Please understand, I do love you Harry. It's just...this is the only option I can think of. I'm so sorry.
Don't try to come and find me, I need to be alone. Ron's in the common room, so I suggest steering clear of there, too. In a few days, I hope you and Ron can patch things up. Now go get some sleep, because we didn't get much last night.
Love, Hermione
Harry smirked at the last line, but then realized what she told him. He had thought Hermione would be with him from now on. But he did agree with her about Ron. What he had done to him started to sink in, and he felt horrible. Harry read the letter again. He knew exactly what he wanted to tell her, but she had told him to leave her alone. He looked at Hedwig, who was now perched on Harry's shoulder.
"You know where she is, don't you?" he whispered. Hedwig pecked at his hair gently. Harry looked around. There were about ten quills and an inkbottle on one of the teachers' tables. Harry got up, grabbed a quill, and ripped off a blank portion of Hermiones letter. He dipped it in the ink and wrote a simple sentence or two. He gave it to Hedwig, and sat down at the Gryffindor table again. He imagined Hermione unfolding the parchment and reading his words;
I'll wait for you forever Hermione.
I love you.
-Harry
He smiled. Then, because he couldn't go back to the common room, spread himself out along the table benches and fell asleep.
***AUTHORS NOTE***I'm sorry it's been so long since I updated! After this chapter if I get good reviews I will post the next one soon. And hey, don't worry, HARRY AND HERMIONE HAVN'T LOST HOPE! Heeheehee. Keep reading to find out! Thanx! ~SnitchSeeker~ ***
"Harry, come here." Hermione shouted to him. Harry got up hesitantly from the Ravenclaw table he had sat down on, and walked slowly toward Hermiones watchful gave and Rons wandering eyes.
More like avoiding really.
Ron would not look at Harry. Harry was not surprised. He sat down opposite Hermione. She still had her hand on Rons, and she still was sitting quite close to him. Harry felt like grabbing her hand away from Ron, and holding it close to him. He wanted to hold HER close to him. He wished last night had never ended. This was not where he wanted to be. This was not the situation he wanted to be in. Fights with Ron were never pleasant...(he'd had his share,) and a fight with Hermione almost seemed inevitable.
"...Harry?" Hermione shouted, shaking his shoulder.
"What?" Harry said, snapping out of his thoughts. He shoved Hermiones hand from his shoulder a little too forcefully. She sat down again, but she looked upset.
"I was talking to you Harry. You weren't saying anything!" Hermione said.
"Oh sorry." Harry said absentmindedly. "Didn't catch much sleep last night."
"phhhhhss..." Ron said, and rolled his eyes. "Why on earth not, Harry? Did you have homework to do, or a best friend's girl to go to bed with?"
Harry looked Ron straight in the eye. "Yeah, that's right."
Ron looked at Hermione. "How do you expect him to understand?" Then he picked up a sandwich and left. Hermione put her head in her hands. "This is horrible...," she mumbled.
Harry watched Ron walk away. "Understand what Hermione?" Harry moved her hand away from her head. "What were you two talking about?"
"Ugh! You know, never mind. You won't understand. I don't even..." She didn't finish.
At least, if she did, Harry didn't hear it because she was mumbling. She stood up and left. Harry was utterly bewildered. What was going on? What had they been talking about? He wouldn't understand WHAT? Harry put his head on the table and closed his eyes. Then, all of the sudden, Hedwig was on his arm with a piece of parchment in her beak. "musta fallen asleep..." he mumbled. He sat up, took the letter from Hedwig and read: Dear Harry;
I'm sorry. Are you okay? I'm sorry I walked out on you like that, you must be really confused. I need to tell you what we were talking about. First, Ron and I were talking about our relationship. We decided that our breaking apart was final. We don't want to see our friendship, all THREE of us, we don't want this friendship ruined. But I do think Ron is upset. I think he is mad and jealous of you Harry. I stormed off because all you're worried about is if Ron and I were talking about you. You have to understand that Ron is really angry. Before we pursue anything, we have to make Ron comfortable again. I love him Harry, even if it's just as a friend, and I know deep down you do too. If you want to fight with him, fine. However, if you want to make things better, like I do, you have to understand what I am about to say. . .
You and I cannot be together. At least, not for a while. Ron said he wouldn't be able to handle that. I think we should respect his wishes, at least for a few weeks, or as long as he needs. Please understand, I do love you Harry. It's just...this is the only option I can think of. I'm so sorry.
Don't try to come and find me, I need to be alone. Ron's in the common room, so I suggest steering clear of there, too. In a few days, I hope you and Ron can patch things up. Now go get some sleep, because we didn't get much last night.
Love, Hermione
Harry smirked at the last line, but then realized what she told him. He had thought Hermione would be with him from now on. But he did agree with her about Ron. What he had done to him started to sink in, and he felt horrible. Harry read the letter again. He knew exactly what he wanted to tell her, but she had told him to leave her alone. He looked at Hedwig, who was now perched on Harry's shoulder.
"You know where she is, don't you?" he whispered. Hedwig pecked at his hair gently. Harry looked around. There were about ten quills and an inkbottle on one of the teachers' tables. Harry got up, grabbed a quill, and ripped off a blank portion of Hermiones letter. He dipped it in the ink and wrote a simple sentence or two. He gave it to Hedwig, and sat down at the Gryffindor table again. He imagined Hermione unfolding the parchment and reading his words;
I'll wait for you forever Hermione.
I love you.
-Harry
He smiled. Then, because he couldn't go back to the common room, spread himself out along the table benches and fell asleep.
***AUTHORS NOTE***I'm sorry it's been so long since I updated! After this chapter if I get good reviews I will post the next one soon. And hey, don't worry, HARRY AND HERMIONE HAVN'T LOST HOPE! Heeheehee. Keep reading to find out! Thanx! ~SnitchSeeker~ ***