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-3 Weeks Later
"Mione, what's wrong with you? Ever since you came back from the library that night, you've been acting like a zombie. What happened that evening?" Ron questioned. I knew the time had come to tell him. I needed to get it out of me. My grades had been dropping, and I had been losing quite a lot of sleep. He might be able to help, too.
"The night that I was gone two hours, I was in the Astronomy Tower, and the prefects bathroom. I was walking to the library and I saw Harry's map on the ground, so I took it, and used it. I saw," I stopped. I needed to regain my breath. "I saw Pansy and Draco up in the Astronomy Tower. So, I went up there, and I found them snogging. I was really upset, so I went down to the bathroom, because I needed to be alone," by now, tears were streaming down my face. I never wanted to relive that experience again, and here I was, reliving it for Ron. I did feel a huge burden lifted off my chest though.
"I'm sorry Mione, is there anything I can do to help? Beat up Malfoy maybe?" Ron asked apprehensively.
"NO! Don't hurt him. I don't know, um, just don't tell anyone. Not even Harry, it seems like he's been ignoring me," I said.
"Well, he's been a bit preoccupied with his thoughts. Harry had something similar happen to him," Ron said. "He'll tell you when he's ready I'm sure."
"OK," I said a bit unsteadily. I really wanted to know what happened to Harry, if it was similar, maybe we could support each other.
*Draco's POV*
It's been three weeks since Hermione stopped talking to me. She's been giving me the silent treatment. I really miss her. I don't want to admit it, but I need her. I can remember those night we spent up in the Astronomy Tower, she'd just listen to me. We were curled up on the couch, and I'd tell her of my family problems, especially those with my father. Nothing romantic ever happened between us up there, although it was the place the majority of students went to to 'have some alone time.' Something deep inside of me wished that something had happened up there between us though. Something more than just a friendship. Oh, but who was I kidding? That would never happen now, she won't even listen to me when I try to apologize. At least Pansy has been leaving me alone, I think she may be up to something though. She better not hurt Mione if she is up to something. The last conversation was had ended with her saying "You'll be sorry." I become lost in thought.
"Hey Malfoy," called someone. "Malfoy!" It was the Weasel.
"What do you want? Can't you see I'm thinking here?" I retorted back.
"You're about to walk into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, she's not going to be too happy about that," Ron said.
"Yeah, whatever," I muttered.
"I need to talk to you about Hermione," he said loudly.
Her name caught my attention right away. "What about?" I asked very curiously.
"She told me what you did. You stupid git, don't you know how emotional she is?" Ron seethed. He was losing his temper.
"Calm down Weasley, let's go somewhere where we can talk without being overheard," I implied. "Follow me," I said. I lead him to a room that Snape had told me about. I saw Ron's confused, and bewildered look. There were blood marks on the floor. "It's the old Transfiguration classroom," I told him. "Whenever McGonagall transfigured into her cat form, she'd attack the mice down here, so they had to move the classroom upstairs where there are no mice," I explained. "Filch couldn't get rid of the stains."
"Oh," Ron said. I conjured up some couches so we wouldn't have to sit on the cold floor. Ron and I sat across from each other.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about Hermione for?" I prompted.
"Oh, well, she's really distressed by you, and she's been out of this world. You can barely have a civilized conversation with her, and now I know the reason why," Ron said as he looked me straight in the eye.
"I've tried talking to her! She just won't listen," I declared.
"I've know Mione long enough, and have gotten into my share of *ahem* arguments with her, to know that just trying to talk to her in the middle of the hallway isn't going to do it. You've got to think up some unusual way to apologize," Ron said.
"Why are you trying to help me," I asked.
"I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing it for Hermione. She's my best friend too, and I hate seeing her like this. It's tearing her apart," Ron finished his sentence leaving my head clouded with thoughts.
"OK, do you have any suggestions of what I can do to apologize?" I queried.
"That you must think up on your own Malfoy," and with that, he got up and left, leaving me with my thoughts. 'I'll think up something, something really exceptional,' I thought. 'I want Hermione to know just how much she means to me.'
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A/N I know my chapters are so short, and I'm sorry. I just find good places to stop. Thank you to all those who reviwed, and thank you G*Ness for recommending my story! You should check her stories out! They're really good!
*All Things Fall Into Place*
and the sequel to that *Gravity Is Holding Onto Me* by G*Ness
-3 Weeks Later
"Mione, what's wrong with you? Ever since you came back from the library that night, you've been acting like a zombie. What happened that evening?" Ron questioned. I knew the time had come to tell him. I needed to get it out of me. My grades had been dropping, and I had been losing quite a lot of sleep. He might be able to help, too.
"The night that I was gone two hours, I was in the Astronomy Tower, and the prefects bathroom. I was walking to the library and I saw Harry's map on the ground, so I took it, and used it. I saw," I stopped. I needed to regain my breath. "I saw Pansy and Draco up in the Astronomy Tower. So, I went up there, and I found them snogging. I was really upset, so I went down to the bathroom, because I needed to be alone," by now, tears were streaming down my face. I never wanted to relive that experience again, and here I was, reliving it for Ron. I did feel a huge burden lifted off my chest though.
"I'm sorry Mione, is there anything I can do to help? Beat up Malfoy maybe?" Ron asked apprehensively.
"NO! Don't hurt him. I don't know, um, just don't tell anyone. Not even Harry, it seems like he's been ignoring me," I said.
"Well, he's been a bit preoccupied with his thoughts. Harry had something similar happen to him," Ron said. "He'll tell you when he's ready I'm sure."
"OK," I said a bit unsteadily. I really wanted to know what happened to Harry, if it was similar, maybe we could support each other.
*Draco's POV*
It's been three weeks since Hermione stopped talking to me. She's been giving me the silent treatment. I really miss her. I don't want to admit it, but I need her. I can remember those night we spent up in the Astronomy Tower, she'd just listen to me. We were curled up on the couch, and I'd tell her of my family problems, especially those with my father. Nothing romantic ever happened between us up there, although it was the place the majority of students went to to 'have some alone time.' Something deep inside of me wished that something had happened up there between us though. Something more than just a friendship. Oh, but who was I kidding? That would never happen now, she won't even listen to me when I try to apologize. At least Pansy has been leaving me alone, I think she may be up to something though. She better not hurt Mione if she is up to something. The last conversation was had ended with her saying "You'll be sorry." I become lost in thought.
"Hey Malfoy," called someone. "Malfoy!" It was the Weasel.
"What do you want? Can't you see I'm thinking here?" I retorted back.
"You're about to walk into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, she's not going to be too happy about that," Ron said.
"Yeah, whatever," I muttered.
"I need to talk to you about Hermione," he said loudly.
Her name caught my attention right away. "What about?" I asked very curiously.
"She told me what you did. You stupid git, don't you know how emotional she is?" Ron seethed. He was losing his temper.
"Calm down Weasley, let's go somewhere where we can talk without being overheard," I implied. "Follow me," I said. I lead him to a room that Snape had told me about. I saw Ron's confused, and bewildered look. There were blood marks on the floor. "It's the old Transfiguration classroom," I told him. "Whenever McGonagall transfigured into her cat form, she'd attack the mice down here, so they had to move the classroom upstairs where there are no mice," I explained. "Filch couldn't get rid of the stains."
"Oh," Ron said. I conjured up some couches so we wouldn't have to sit on the cold floor. Ron and I sat across from each other.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about Hermione for?" I prompted.
"Oh, well, she's really distressed by you, and she's been out of this world. You can barely have a civilized conversation with her, and now I know the reason why," Ron said as he looked me straight in the eye.
"I've tried talking to her! She just won't listen," I declared.
"I've know Mione long enough, and have gotten into my share of *ahem* arguments with her, to know that just trying to talk to her in the middle of the hallway isn't going to do it. You've got to think up some unusual way to apologize," Ron said.
"Why are you trying to help me," I asked.
"I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing it for Hermione. She's my best friend too, and I hate seeing her like this. It's tearing her apart," Ron finished his sentence leaving my head clouded with thoughts.
"OK, do you have any suggestions of what I can do to apologize?" I queried.
"That you must think up on your own Malfoy," and with that, he got up and left, leaving me with my thoughts. 'I'll think up something, something really exceptional,' I thought. 'I want Hermione to know just how much she means to me.'
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A/N I know my chapters are so short, and I'm sorry. I just find good places to stop. Thank you to all those who reviwed, and thank you G*Ness for recommending my story! You should check her stories out! They're really good!
*All Things Fall Into Place*
and the sequel to that *Gravity Is Holding Onto Me* by G*Ness