Lying on her back, staring at the ceiling, Hermione told herself once again this was for the best. She could not allow herself to grow close to Snape. Wouldn't he be even worse than a regular guy? He was mean! No, scratch that- he was cruel. Cruel, cold, not to mention extremely sexy-
"Oh for the love of Pete!" Hermione growled, and flopped over on her stomach. Staring dejectedly into Crookshanks' eyes, she gave a sigh.
"Now what am I going to do?" Hermione asked him, stubbornly refusing to cry. "If only I could ask someone about this."
"Mrrow," Crookshanks told her in a decidedly condescending tone. He jumped off the bed and wandered over to the stack of letters on top of her trunk.
"Oh! Of course. Thanks Crookshanks," Hermione said, taking the envelope from the top of the pile. "I just hope she understands."
"Hermione!" The call from Ron was followed by loud banging on the door. "Come on, 'Mione, we know you're hiding in there!"
"I'm not a vampire, Ron!" Hermione snapped back at him, swiftly burying the letters under her discarded robe.
"Then it's safe to come in," Ron said, throwing open the door. Hermione rolled her eyes at him, and glared at Harry, who had followed Ron in.
"You two should know by now I'm not a vampire," Hermione snapped. "We only spent most of last month studying them."
"Well, we aren't quite sure you aren't a rabid squirrel," Ron returned. "You're getting to be real nasty, 'Mione. Are you a Slytherin in disguise?"
"Ron!" Harry gasped. Hermione pressed her lips together in a thin line.
"Listen to me very closely, because I'm only going to say this once: I am not a Slytherin, and if you even bothered to care enough to ask me about my life, you'd know what is going on. But since you seem to want nothing to do with me," Hermione said, her voice silk covering steel, "I suggest you just walk right out that door you came in and forget you ever knew me."
"If that's the way you want it, fine!" Ron snarled back, and stalked out of the room. Harry stayed, staring at her.
"Are you going to leave too?" Hermione dared to ask. Crookshanks watched Harry with interest.
"Yeah. Because I really don't know you anymore, Hermione. I hope whatever this is fixes itself soon."
"Sayonara," Hemrione muttered after he had left, closing the dormitory door behind him. She picked up a quill and scroll. Silence reigned for the next hour as she wrote furiously.
When she signed her letter, she laid back on the bed, returning to staring at the ceiling. With a concerned 'mrrow,' Crookshanks placed himself on her stomach. Even though she knew that it meant missing dinner for the fourth time in a row, Hermione gave in to her urge to be very much alone. Pushing Crookshanks off her, she grabbed a towel and went to shower. At least after that she would be clean on the outside.
"Oh for the love of Pete!" Hermione growled, and flopped over on her stomach. Staring dejectedly into Crookshanks' eyes, she gave a sigh.
"Now what am I going to do?" Hermione asked him, stubbornly refusing to cry. "If only I could ask someone about this."
"Mrrow," Crookshanks told her in a decidedly condescending tone. He jumped off the bed and wandered over to the stack of letters on top of her trunk.
"Oh! Of course. Thanks Crookshanks," Hermione said, taking the envelope from the top of the pile. "I just hope she understands."
"Hermione!" The call from Ron was followed by loud banging on the door. "Come on, 'Mione, we know you're hiding in there!"
"I'm not a vampire, Ron!" Hermione snapped back at him, swiftly burying the letters under her discarded robe.
"Then it's safe to come in," Ron said, throwing open the door. Hermione rolled her eyes at him, and glared at Harry, who had followed Ron in.
"You two should know by now I'm not a vampire," Hermione snapped. "We only spent most of last month studying them."
"Well, we aren't quite sure you aren't a rabid squirrel," Ron returned. "You're getting to be real nasty, 'Mione. Are you a Slytherin in disguise?"
"Ron!" Harry gasped. Hermione pressed her lips together in a thin line.
"Listen to me very closely, because I'm only going to say this once: I am not a Slytherin, and if you even bothered to care enough to ask me about my life, you'd know what is going on. But since you seem to want nothing to do with me," Hermione said, her voice silk covering steel, "I suggest you just walk right out that door you came in and forget you ever knew me."
"If that's the way you want it, fine!" Ron snarled back, and stalked out of the room. Harry stayed, staring at her.
"Are you going to leave too?" Hermione dared to ask. Crookshanks watched Harry with interest.
"Yeah. Because I really don't know you anymore, Hermione. I hope whatever this is fixes itself soon."
"Sayonara," Hemrione muttered after he had left, closing the dormitory door behind him. She picked up a quill and scroll. Silence reigned for the next hour as she wrote furiously.
When she signed her letter, she laid back on the bed, returning to staring at the ceiling. With a concerned 'mrrow,' Crookshanks placed himself on her stomach. Even though she knew that it meant missing dinner for the fourth time in a row, Hermione gave in to her urge to be very much alone. Pushing Crookshanks off her, she grabbed a towel and went to shower. At least after that she would be clean on the outside.