The next morning it took Ron a while to get out of the dormitory. He was
scared to run into Hermione. He thought that he was stupid for thinking
that she would know somehow about his dream. Also, he felt weird that he
somewhat experienced Hermione in a more-than-friends kind of way. He knows
it was real but . it felt real. He was wondering where Dobby was so that
he could take lessons and bang his head on whatever has a hard surface.
The worst part of all is that he actually . he took a big gulp . enjoyed
it. He felt so guilty. He read Lavender's letter soo many times that it
was practically engraved in his head. Engraved with "Soon, RIP Ronald
Weasley".
He started feeling hot. He took off his cloak.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked. Ron jumped.
"Huh?" Ron asked frantically.
"Why are you so jumpy this morning?! Did you have a nightmare or something?"
"Not even close ."
***
As for Hermione, she too did not know what to do with herself. She kept pacing back forth, back and forth. Her butt started to ache. It's been aching ever since she fell off her bed that morning.
"That dream! That dream!! THAT DREAM!!!!" she kept saying over and over again, "Why did I have that dream?" She didn't know whether to hate the fact that she had this dream or the fact that she can't stop thinking about it. Then she realized that she could not hate having this dream. She started biting her nails. Her nails were so rigid and numb that she couldn't feel the pain as she slammed her hand on the table.
"What am I going to do?!" She begged herself.
Ron finally came out of the room looking and feeling more collected. He took off some of the thoughts he had by focusing on breakfast.
"Eggs, orange juice, ham .. O PUMKIN JUICE! Toast .." He listed off breakfast foods in his mind to calm himself.
Hermione came out of her dormitory listing off spells to clear her own mind.
They both were so concentrated on their own attempts to act normal that they bumped right into each other. Almost knocking each other out, they found themselves on the floor reciting the lists twice as fast as they were before. "Er .. good morning .. er .. Ron," Hermione said, trying to sound as casual as she could. Ron's face turned as red as his hair.
"Good morning," he said rather quickly. They both stared at the floor.
"Time for the library!"
"Time for breakfast!"
They both walked away quickly avoiding eye contact with each other. As soon as they were father away as possible from each other, they both smiled and said in unison, "That went well."
At lunch, it wasn't so bad. Harry was there. Surprisingly he didn't act any different than he would. It was the first time that Ron and Hermione looked at each other as they exchanged looks when Harry said cheerily, "HELLO!"
Harry did most of the talking during and that put Hermione and Ron more at ease. They started to forget about their worries of their dreams and even joined in a few laughs as Harry was explaining a funny story. By the time, they both new it Ron and Hermione were normal again even bickering like they usually do.
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He started feeling hot. He took off his cloak.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked. Ron jumped.
"Huh?" Ron asked frantically.
"Why are you so jumpy this morning?! Did you have a nightmare or something?"
"Not even close ."
***
As for Hermione, she too did not know what to do with herself. She kept pacing back forth, back and forth. Her butt started to ache. It's been aching ever since she fell off her bed that morning.
"That dream! That dream!! THAT DREAM!!!!" she kept saying over and over again, "Why did I have that dream?" She didn't know whether to hate the fact that she had this dream or the fact that she can't stop thinking about it. Then she realized that she could not hate having this dream. She started biting her nails. Her nails were so rigid and numb that she couldn't feel the pain as she slammed her hand on the table.
"What am I going to do?!" She begged herself.
Ron finally came out of the room looking and feeling more collected. He took off some of the thoughts he had by focusing on breakfast.
"Eggs, orange juice, ham .. O PUMKIN JUICE! Toast .." He listed off breakfast foods in his mind to calm himself.
Hermione came out of her dormitory listing off spells to clear her own mind.
They both were so concentrated on their own attempts to act normal that they bumped right into each other. Almost knocking each other out, they found themselves on the floor reciting the lists twice as fast as they were before. "Er .. good morning .. er .. Ron," Hermione said, trying to sound as casual as she could. Ron's face turned as red as his hair.
"Good morning," he said rather quickly. They both stared at the floor.
"Time for the library!"
"Time for breakfast!"
They both walked away quickly avoiding eye contact with each other. As soon as they were father away as possible from each other, they both smiled and said in unison, "That went well."
At lunch, it wasn't so bad. Harry was there. Surprisingly he didn't act any different than he would. It was the first time that Ron and Hermione looked at each other as they exchanged looks when Harry said cheerily, "HELLO!"
Harry did most of the talking during and that put Hermione and Ron more at ease. They started to forget about their worries of their dreams and even joined in a few laughs as Harry was explaining a funny story. By the time, they both new it Ron and Hermione were normal again even bickering like they usually do.
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