A/N: I won't say it. I can't say it. I'll lie!
I OWN HARRY POTTER!
No, no, wait! Don't take me away! I have to write this chapter! Okay! I admit it, I don't own Harry Potter! *sobs*
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Knock..knock..
There was a soft knock on the door of the fifth-year Gryffindor girl's dormitory. There was no reply, but the door slowly creaked open, to reveal Ginny Weasley, who had just finished her conversation with Harry.
Hermione pulled herself into an upright position from her bed and wiped away tears from her eyes. "Come in."
"Too late, I'm already in." Ginny kidded. But seeing the hurt look on her friend's face, she dropped that tone and went for a comforting voice. "Hermione? You want to talk about it?"
"No! Yes! I mean.." Hermione couldn't continue the outburst, and once again she broke into sobs.
Ginny sat down on the bed next to Hermione and patted her back. "There, there."
"He's..Ron's just so, so, evil!" Hermione cried, giving a small laugh with this statement.
"I know. Try living with him for fourteen years." Ginny commented dryly.
Hermione, in an obvious attempt to make herself feel better, reached under the bed and pulled out a large, leather-bound book.
"What's that?" asked Ginny curiously.
"Oh, it's my scrapbook. I've been keeping it since first year." Hermione said, "Hey, look at that picture of me back then!"
Ginny peered at the picture on the first page, and it was indeed a younger Hermione. She was in her Hogwarts robes, standing in front of the Hogwarts Express right before the train was to leave for King's Cross at the end of her first year.
Hermione turned the page, and there was a collection of notes that they had written in their third year.
'Oy, Hermione, how many catipiller heads do we add to a Truth Serum?' That note was from Ron.
'I'm not telling you, you should have been paying attention, not sleeping. ~Hermione.' That was Hermione's relpy.
'Yeah, but I was tired.'
'Tired from doing detention with Snape for falling asleep in class YESTERDAY! ~Hermione'
"Did he really fall asleep?" Ginny said.
"He did, and he still does!" Hermione answered, and they both broke out into peals of laughter. When the friends were able to regain control, Hermione flipped to the next page.
There was a picture of Ron and Hermione in their fourth year, standing in front of the Three Broomsticks. Hermione looked giddy, she was carrying two bags full of new books in the picture, but the giddiness could have also been due to the fact that Ron had his arm around her shoulders.
In sudden rage, Hermione grasped the picture and tore it from it's mounting on the page.
Ginny's eyes widened. "Hermione, are you okay?"
Hermione quickly overcame herself and answered "I'm fine. But I think I'm going to take a nap. I'll see you at dinner."
"Okay, bye Hermione." Ginny got up and left the room, leaving Hermione alone again. But instead of falling asleep, Hermione walked over to her desk and took out a piece of parchment, a quill, and an ink bottle.
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A/N: Cliffhanger! I hope you like my story so far and thanks if you review or have reviewed.
I OWN HARRY POTTER!
No, no, wait! Don't take me away! I have to write this chapter! Okay! I admit it, I don't own Harry Potter! *sobs*
~ ~ ~
Knock..knock..
There was a soft knock on the door of the fifth-year Gryffindor girl's dormitory. There was no reply, but the door slowly creaked open, to reveal Ginny Weasley, who had just finished her conversation with Harry.
Hermione pulled herself into an upright position from her bed and wiped away tears from her eyes. "Come in."
"Too late, I'm already in." Ginny kidded. But seeing the hurt look on her friend's face, she dropped that tone and went for a comforting voice. "Hermione? You want to talk about it?"
"No! Yes! I mean.." Hermione couldn't continue the outburst, and once again she broke into sobs.
Ginny sat down on the bed next to Hermione and patted her back. "There, there."
"He's..Ron's just so, so, evil!" Hermione cried, giving a small laugh with this statement.
"I know. Try living with him for fourteen years." Ginny commented dryly.
Hermione, in an obvious attempt to make herself feel better, reached under the bed and pulled out a large, leather-bound book.
"What's that?" asked Ginny curiously.
"Oh, it's my scrapbook. I've been keeping it since first year." Hermione said, "Hey, look at that picture of me back then!"
Ginny peered at the picture on the first page, and it was indeed a younger Hermione. She was in her Hogwarts robes, standing in front of the Hogwarts Express right before the train was to leave for King's Cross at the end of her first year.
Hermione turned the page, and there was a collection of notes that they had written in their third year.
'Oy, Hermione, how many catipiller heads do we add to a Truth Serum?' That note was from Ron.
'I'm not telling you, you should have been paying attention, not sleeping. ~Hermione.' That was Hermione's relpy.
'Yeah, but I was tired.'
'Tired from doing detention with Snape for falling asleep in class YESTERDAY! ~Hermione'
"Did he really fall asleep?" Ginny said.
"He did, and he still does!" Hermione answered, and they both broke out into peals of laughter. When the friends were able to regain control, Hermione flipped to the next page.
There was a picture of Ron and Hermione in their fourth year, standing in front of the Three Broomsticks. Hermione looked giddy, she was carrying two bags full of new books in the picture, but the giddiness could have also been due to the fact that Ron had his arm around her shoulders.
In sudden rage, Hermione grasped the picture and tore it from it's mounting on the page.
Ginny's eyes widened. "Hermione, are you okay?"
Hermione quickly overcame herself and answered "I'm fine. But I think I'm going to take a nap. I'll see you at dinner."
"Okay, bye Hermione." Ginny got up and left the room, leaving Hermione alone again. But instead of falling asleep, Hermione walked over to her desk and took out a piece of parchment, a quill, and an ink bottle.
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A/N: Cliffhanger! I hope you like my story so far and thanks if you review or have reviewed.