Chapter 3- A Change Of Heart?
The next day Hermione followed Ron and Harry down to eat breakfast. "I'm starving!" Ron said, looking as though he had been locked in a sweet shop overnight.
Harry laughed "when are you not?" Ron gave him a frustrated look, but quickly got over his aggression as food appeared on their plates. For some reason or another, Hermione too was very hungry and began to dig into the food placed before her. She realized she had been eating for ten minutes straight when she finally looked up from her plate.
"...I tell you Harry, I love England but I think its going to be Bulgaria this year. I mean have you seen their new keeper? Well, there won't be a quaffle let in by him!"
"No, no, you've got it all wrong y—"
"Really," Hermione said quite annoyed, "There are more things in this world than quidditch!" She had been sick of hearing quidditch nonstop since they arrived that year.
"Oh, like what? Hogwarts, A History?" Harry said harshly, but seemed to regret it as soon as he said it. Hermione stood up looking very hurt. "Oh wait, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to...." but he was too late. She had already grabbed her things and gone, to where else? The library.
Madame Pince smiled at her as she entered and sat down at one of the tables. Madame Pince rarely smiled at anyone but she seemed to like Hermione. Hermione looked at a clock on the wall. She still had twenty minutes until transfiguration started. She had just started reading up on tomorrow's lesson in History of magic.
Harry entered the library looking out of breath and for Hermione. News traveled fast and Ginny had obviously wasted no time, and was currently on Harry's heels. "Well, if you need anyone to talk to, I'm here for you!" she shouted as Harry left her for Hermione.
"I'm really sorry, it just kinda came out..." he said not daring to look at her eyes.
"No, you know what? All you and Ron see is an answer book with legs. You don't really care about me. You b-both use me!" she said breaking into tears. She didn't care if she was making a scene. Hermione had had it with those two taking advantage of her. She even doubted Harry's love for her. Maybe it was all part of his and Ron's scheme to keep her there to help them.
She stormed out of the library all the way to transfiguration. Hermione plopped herself in the back between two people so that Harry could not sit next to her. She didn't notice until then that she was sitting inbetween Draco and Goyle. She couldn't move now. All she could do would be to wait until class was over.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here Goyle? A Gryffindor? What's wrong Hermione? Problems with 'golden boy?'" Two things shocked her in that statement. Firstly, he called her Hermione, not mudblood, or Granger. Second of all, was he being nice to her?
"Shut up Draco," was all she could think of to say. If he was being nice, there must be some reason and she didn't want to get involved.
"What," he said sincerely, "After being nice, that's all I get?"
"Why on earth are you being nice to me?" she asked truly puzzled, for once.
"Well, since last year, you're nice to most people, you're hot, and you have a nice rack!" he said, slapping Goyle's hand infront of her. Hermione rolled her eyes and the lesson commenced.
When Hermione got back to her room later that evening, she found Harry had written her a poem which magically sang to her, and along side it were white roses, her favorite. "Don't try to buy me back, Harry," she said aloud.
The next night, candleless flames appeared in pink on her bed in the shape of a heart. At the bottom in blue flames said, "I love you Hermione, will you forgive me?" She smiled, but soon stopped, why should I give in, she thought, if he's just going to hurt me again?
After many presents and two weeks of ignorance, Hermione leaned out the window and saw Harry conducting a chorus of first years singing that muggle song that said "L is for the way you look at me..." They were singing very badly and Hermione chuckled. Harry turned to look up at her and she tried to look stern, but wasn't doing a very good job of it. She began to giggle and went back to her room to grab her scarf before going outside to talk to Harry. I have put him through a lot of torture, she thought solemnly.
As she walked into the common room, Hermione noticed Ginny wasn't there. She was probably trying to put on more makeup to impress Harry. By the time Hermione was nearing outside, she was practically skipping. She had missed harry so much over the past two weeks or so. She was so ecstatic that she nearly crashed into two people walking the opposite direction. She turned to them to say she was sorry when she noticed that the two people were Harry and Ginny. Not only that, but Harry had his arm around Ginny's shoulder. He didn't even seem to notice Hermione and had a glazed look over his face.
"H-Harry?" she stuttered.
"Oh, haven't you heard?" Ginny asked sounding as though it was old news, "Harry just asked me out." She grinned evilly and left with Harry, leaving Hermione standing in the corridor, awestruck and not moving. a passer by might have thought she was a statue until they saw the tears flowing down her face.
You know you did this to yourself, she thought as she buried her face in her pillow that night. You waited to long to forgive him, you let your stupid pride get in the way. But still, she disagreed with herself, it was a bit strange that one minute he was sprouting sonnets and the next he asked out Ginny. Hermione's eyes were so swollen and sore from crying that she soon fell deeply asleep.
A/N: Don't worry, I could never let the evil Ginny get Harry! I just needed a conflict...well, coming soon! chapter 4: Hermione gets him back! be sure to review, all you wonderful people! muhwa! love ya!
The next day Hermione followed Ron and Harry down to eat breakfast. "I'm starving!" Ron said, looking as though he had been locked in a sweet shop overnight.
Harry laughed "when are you not?" Ron gave him a frustrated look, but quickly got over his aggression as food appeared on their plates. For some reason or another, Hermione too was very hungry and began to dig into the food placed before her. She realized she had been eating for ten minutes straight when she finally looked up from her plate.
"...I tell you Harry, I love England but I think its going to be Bulgaria this year. I mean have you seen their new keeper? Well, there won't be a quaffle let in by him!"
"No, no, you've got it all wrong y—"
"Really," Hermione said quite annoyed, "There are more things in this world than quidditch!" She had been sick of hearing quidditch nonstop since they arrived that year.
"Oh, like what? Hogwarts, A History?" Harry said harshly, but seemed to regret it as soon as he said it. Hermione stood up looking very hurt. "Oh wait, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to...." but he was too late. She had already grabbed her things and gone, to where else? The library.
Madame Pince smiled at her as she entered and sat down at one of the tables. Madame Pince rarely smiled at anyone but she seemed to like Hermione. Hermione looked at a clock on the wall. She still had twenty minutes until transfiguration started. She had just started reading up on tomorrow's lesson in History of magic.
Harry entered the library looking out of breath and for Hermione. News traveled fast and Ginny had obviously wasted no time, and was currently on Harry's heels. "Well, if you need anyone to talk to, I'm here for you!" she shouted as Harry left her for Hermione.
"I'm really sorry, it just kinda came out..." he said not daring to look at her eyes.
"No, you know what? All you and Ron see is an answer book with legs. You don't really care about me. You b-both use me!" she said breaking into tears. She didn't care if she was making a scene. Hermione had had it with those two taking advantage of her. She even doubted Harry's love for her. Maybe it was all part of his and Ron's scheme to keep her there to help them.
She stormed out of the library all the way to transfiguration. Hermione plopped herself in the back between two people so that Harry could not sit next to her. She didn't notice until then that she was sitting inbetween Draco and Goyle. She couldn't move now. All she could do would be to wait until class was over.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here Goyle? A Gryffindor? What's wrong Hermione? Problems with 'golden boy?'" Two things shocked her in that statement. Firstly, he called her Hermione, not mudblood, or Granger. Second of all, was he being nice to her?
"Shut up Draco," was all she could think of to say. If he was being nice, there must be some reason and she didn't want to get involved.
"What," he said sincerely, "After being nice, that's all I get?"
"Why on earth are you being nice to me?" she asked truly puzzled, for once.
"Well, since last year, you're nice to most people, you're hot, and you have a nice rack!" he said, slapping Goyle's hand infront of her. Hermione rolled her eyes and the lesson commenced.
When Hermione got back to her room later that evening, she found Harry had written her a poem which magically sang to her, and along side it were white roses, her favorite. "Don't try to buy me back, Harry," she said aloud.
The next night, candleless flames appeared in pink on her bed in the shape of a heart. At the bottom in blue flames said, "I love you Hermione, will you forgive me?" She smiled, but soon stopped, why should I give in, she thought, if he's just going to hurt me again?
After many presents and two weeks of ignorance, Hermione leaned out the window and saw Harry conducting a chorus of first years singing that muggle song that said "L is for the way you look at me..." They were singing very badly and Hermione chuckled. Harry turned to look up at her and she tried to look stern, but wasn't doing a very good job of it. She began to giggle and went back to her room to grab her scarf before going outside to talk to Harry. I have put him through a lot of torture, she thought solemnly.
As she walked into the common room, Hermione noticed Ginny wasn't there. She was probably trying to put on more makeup to impress Harry. By the time Hermione was nearing outside, she was practically skipping. She had missed harry so much over the past two weeks or so. She was so ecstatic that she nearly crashed into two people walking the opposite direction. She turned to them to say she was sorry when she noticed that the two people were Harry and Ginny. Not only that, but Harry had his arm around Ginny's shoulder. He didn't even seem to notice Hermione and had a glazed look over his face.
"H-Harry?" she stuttered.
"Oh, haven't you heard?" Ginny asked sounding as though it was old news, "Harry just asked me out." She grinned evilly and left with Harry, leaving Hermione standing in the corridor, awestruck and not moving. a passer by might have thought she was a statue until they saw the tears flowing down her face.
You know you did this to yourself, she thought as she buried her face in her pillow that night. You waited to long to forgive him, you let your stupid pride get in the way. But still, she disagreed with herself, it was a bit strange that one minute he was sprouting sonnets and the next he asked out Ginny. Hermione's eyes were so swollen and sore from crying that she soon fell deeply asleep.
A/N: Don't worry, I could never let the evil Ginny get Harry! I just needed a conflict...well, coming soon! chapter 4: Hermione gets him back! be sure to review, all you wonderful people! muhwa! love ya!