Disclaimer: I have no claim whatsoever to Jimi Mistry. This saddens me. I also have no claim to Harry Potter… but Jimi Mistry! =(
A/N: Hmm… this may be short. I have to go out in about an hours time, and I would like to be finished (pretty much) by then. It's not like I'm being distracted by any actual human beings though… *glares*
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Miss Granger,
This is more like it! You're having girly conversations with Lavender and Parvati like a NORMAL teenager. We are almost proud of you. See how NORMAL you can be when you're not around Ron and Harry? They are not good for you. They are not NORMAL. You want to be NORMAL, don't you? Then sever all ties completely. They are a bad influence on you.
Yours,
The Association of Teenagers
Hermione,
Please ignore the AoT. They have nothing even resembling ethics. Harry and Ron have been friends with you for four years, you can't just forget them now. They are your REAL friends. You know what you should do. You should apologise. Apologising can solve everything. Ron will be happy, Harry will be happy, you will be happy. Go on… you know you want to.
Love,
Your Conscience
Hermione,
Remember, way back in you first year, when you had no friends at all. Remember how Ron pointed this out and made you cry. But remember how he came to your rescue, too! Him and Harry came marching in, no thought for themselves… Harry threw himself onto the back onto the back of a mountain troll for you. And Ron, Ron knocked it out! They defeated a fully-grown mountain troll, just for you! Aren't they wonderful?
Yours,
Memory Trigger Society
Hermione,
I'm starting to wish that I went to Hogwarts. Al that drama… but then, you don't seem to like it too much, do you? It must get a bit repetitive fighting with Ron ALL the time. Ever considered fighting with Harry? You know, just for a change of scenery?
I have one very small question. Viktor. The guy who sent you the necklace. Now, unless I very much misunderstood your crazed ramblings last letter (something that wouldn't be entirely that hard to do), this guy is Viktor KRUM. Did I misunderstand? Or did you just casually leave out the fact that someone, who may quite possibly be the BEST Quidditch player in history, invited you to stay with him for Christmas??? Is on good enough terms with you to send you a necklace??? Invited you to a BALL???? I'm having quite a hard time dealing with your star-studded life. I mean, best friends with The Boy Who Lived (quite feasible, I suppose) and in some kind of love triangle with VIKTOR KRUM?? I think I'm going to have to sit down.
I take back all the nice things I said about Ron. I can't believe that would do such a thing… he really went through your bag and read your mail? That is unbelievably low. I would send you Matthew, but unfortunately (hah!) he's quite some distance away. I could probably send him to you at Christmas time if you wanted.
Life at IZZ goes on… in fact, absolutely nothing has changed since I last wrote. Seriously. NOTHING. I cannot believe that it is possible to live in such a boring place. Hmm… what a depressing thought. I think I'll go and lie down. It's cold in here, and my duvet is nice and warm. I'm sure it shouldn't be cold. It's September, and I'm in Spain. The sun should be pouring down. In fact, the sun IS pouring down. Maybe it's just me.
Anyway, I hope you and Ron stop fighting for a few days.
Love,
Elena
Ron,
I am unbelievably sorry. I realised that I actually GAVE you the letter…
Ron,
I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. It was all my fault…
Ron,
I cannot write apology letters to save my life…
Ron,
I should be doing my Ancient Runes translation…
Ron,
I'm sorry. I was wrong. It wasn't your fault. Please, please forgive me. Please, please, PLEASE stop looking like an unhappy puppy dog…
Ron,
I'm sorry. Please forgive me. If you do, or if you at least think that you can, please meet me by the portrait of the crying girl, near the Charms Corridor at quarter to nine tonight. If you don't want to forgive me, then, well, don't.
I'm sorry, I'm really not used to apologising.
Love,
Hermione
Elena,
I'm a fool. A stupid, foolhardy, foolish fool. Once again, I have underestimated Ron. You'd think that by now I would have stopped doing that, wouldn't you? But no… time and time again I jump right in to an argument without even bothering to think about whether I should or not. Now, if I would just do that, then maybe things like this wouldn't happen. Or maybe if I was less stubborn. I hate fighting with him. I sent him a letter of apology. Something I have never ever done before, mainly because I can't. He's sitting on the other side of the Common Room right now, opening it. I can't see his face though. As soon as he sat down, he spun his chair around so that he wouldn't have to see me. I think I've really hurt him this time. He's not himself at all. He's all quiet and he does his work. It's scary. And Harry looks worse than ever. He hasn't been looking good at all this year, but this past week… all this fighting is an awful strain on him. He's retreated into himself. I haven't seen him smile for three days. And all this time, I have to pretend to be enjoying myself with Lavender and Parvati, else they'll get offended. I don't know how more of this I can take.
I'm sorry, I'm in a really depressing mood. I should lighten up a little. Ron hasn't torn my letter up into little shreds – he's folded it up and put it in his robe pocket. So that's something I guess.
Oh, I'm still all bloody depressing. I think it's partly the weather. It's rained non-stop for three days – it's like the weather's reflecting my mood, like in Wuthering Heights. I can't for the life of me remember what it's called.
Viktor is Viktor Krum. I don't really like to talk about it much. At least, not at the moment. In fact, all I really want to do is curl up in a ball and hibernate. You have the right idea. I hope you're not coming down with anything. Go to your hospital wing, just in case. I don't want you to get ill.
It's 8 o'clock. Forty-five minutes until I have to meet Ron to try and apologise. I'm really not looking forward to it. I never could apologise. He never can either. What a bad combination. I think I'll go down there and wait for him. Not like I have anything better to do (although I could write more to you – I don't have anything to say though. Besides, I'll only infect you with my depression), and sitting here may just drive me insane with suspense.
Wish me luck,
Hermione
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Well… that was ever so slightly short and crap. In my defence, I'm not feeling well, OK? Plus, I'm worn out. I couldn't get to sleep after watching Signs… so bloody scary. Hopefully, next chapter will be less depressing, funnier, and maybe, just maybe, Ron and Hermione will be friends again. Damned if I know… but I hope so…
Now, for the thanks…in a slightly different (shorter, less time-consuming) format than before.
Many thanks to everyone who reviewed:
Moonlite
Invader Fi - You know, I've never found anyone who didn't like that book… I'm so jealous…
Aerowynn - I sometimes listen to the Beatles… my parents aren't too keen on them though. Although my mum did just buy a Beatles CD today… odd. Why?
SatanicGnomes - *blushes deeply* You must read the book. And I know! Not enough R/Hness, they're all H/H. =( Foolish unenlightened mortals…
Hermione_2000 – I update… *looks proud* Sam is rather brilliant, isn't he? He makes me cry… he's just so nice. And Merry is fantabulous. And while I've only read one of your fics so far, I certainly think you're a good write, so there. =P I've still got loadsa GCSEs at the end of this year. And I've got my English language in about 6 weeks time. My school thinks that it's fun to spread the pain.
Adi
Marionette - *smiles stupidly*
tempestuous – yeah, I really wish that I could care about Paul Theroux's self-involved ramblings…yet somehow I care a lot more about HP. Odd, that. I have no clue when they'll get together… I haven't a clue what's gonna happen from one chappie to the next… making it up as I go along.
Kaylin – I wanna read about socks! Hurry up and post…
Aerial - *likes review*
Ugh, I'm brain-dead, and sleepy, and now I have to go to mass. Whoopee. On the bright side, JKR is pregnant and Book 5 may be out in time for Christmas. Now, I must rejoin the real world, and do all my homework that I left until Sunday night.