A/N: Ok, sorry, but this chapters kinda short..Will update very,very,very soon…Thanks so much, reviewers…U guys r the best
Merry Christmas!!!!!
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The next morning, Hermione tried to be cheerful. But the scene of Viktor attacking her kept on replaying in her mind and it never failed to bring her close to tears. It was hard to imagine going on with her life as before. It might have been easier for another girl to get over the minor trauma of the situation, but to Hermione, it wasn't just the trauma. It was the insult to her pride, her foolishness at trusting so easily. Hermione, although she never admitted it, prided herself on being smarter and more rational than others were. But this time, the situation had been reversed and it really affected her.
Harry and Ron hadn't realized how depressed she was until later on in the day. She was sitting at the dining table, lost in thought, when her two friends decided to try and cheer her up. Ron touched her shoulder, to get her attention. Hermione jumped up with a shriek, her face pale and her breathing uneven. "You…." she said softly. Then she ran out of the house and into the garden.
Ron was shocked. He hadn't realized that just touching her could spark of such a reaction. Anger filled him again when he realized what Viktor's actions had done to her.
"Come on. Let's follow her," Ron said. Harry didn't think that was such a good idea, but a s he did not want to start of another row, he followed him out to the garden. Hermione was sitting on the grass, apparently watching the gnomes as they wrecked Mrs. Weasley's gardenias.
"Oh, those bloody gnomes! When will they ever stop coming?" Ron sighed. Cautiously, he and Harry sat on either side of her. All felt extremely uncomfortable. "I'm sorry…" Hermione whispered. Ron was about to say something when Fred and George began yelling Harry's name.
"Harry! Come in here! We need your help," Fred said, appearing at the foot of the door, his face red. Harry looked at Ron and Hermione, eyebrows raised. Then he sighed and went back in leaving Ron feeling even more uncomfortable for some strange reason.
After a long silence, Hermione finally said, "Aren't you going to say, I told you so?" Ron looked surprised.
"Why should I? Viktor's a fool, an idiot…" Ron started of again. "Exactly," Hermione said, cutting him short. "Exactly what you were telling me all along…Why didn't I listen to you? How could I have been so stupid?"
In any other situation, Ron would have been overjoyed that Hermione had finally agreed with something he had said. But this was not any other situation. For some reason, Ron's face turned red.
"Look, Hermione…What I said, it had nothing to do with being smart. Frankly, I had no idea what kind of person Krum was. In fact, even I fell for his disguise," Ron said, looking at her.
"Then why did you say al those things…I don't understand. You seemed to hate him so much. Surely, it wasn't because he was Harry's opponent in the tournament?" Hermione asked with puzzlement.
"Well…actually……umm…..yes, it was because of that. I felt betrayed by you. That shows how stupid I am, doesn't it?" Ron finished with sudden quickness. He grinned strangely and got to his feet.
"Alright then, I'm going in. Coming?" Ron asked, ignoring the look of confusion on her face. Without waiting for a reply, he walked back into the house.
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