Hermione changed into her bedclothes rather quickly and walked into the
bathroom to wash up. She was comforted by Harry's words so much so that
she just wanted to curl up in bed and rely on someone else for once. She
felt a hole inside of her, something she couldn't fill. She thought of
waking up and resting after this long day was very soothing to her. She
finished washing her face and brushing her teeth and turned out the light.
She shared the room with at least four more girls, but it was only seven
and the girls wouldn't be up until at least ten. So she curled up in the
four post bed and fell asleep.
When Hermione woke up in the morning, she noticed that everyone was gone. She looked over at the Grandfather clock in the corner. It was past ten! She got up quickly but remembered she wasn't going to classes today. Why? She couldn't remember. Then she knew why she had that sickening feeling in her stomach. Her parents died yesterday. She sat on her bed, crying helplessly, then she heard a knock on the girl's dormitory and a timid voice.
"Mione?"
She recognized it as Ron's. She wiped her eyes and tried to calm down, breathing shaky breathes.
"Come in." She said quietly, wiping her eyes from still falling tears. Ron stood in the doorway, fully dressed, but a sleepy look on his face. His eyes showed concern and Hermione tried to keep herself from crying again.
"It's okay." Ron said, acknowledging her tears. He walked up to her and sat next to her on the bed. He put his arm around Hermione and rubbed her back. She couldn't hold back and started crying again. Once the crying slowed down, she looked at Ron with puffy eyes.
"Who would do something like this?" She asked him.
"I dunno, Mion." He answered quietly. She looked up into his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Ron." Tears started to fall again.
"For what?" He asked, utterly confused. She answered him but he couldn't make it out. He heard something about Harry and something about her parents.
"Don't worry." He told her. "Just think, you'll have a great holiday with us." Hermione managed a smile and leaned her head on Ron's shoulder.
After a minute or two, Ron got stiff and looked over to see Hermione sleeping. He gently laid her back on the pillow and covered her up, kissing her forehead.
"Night, Mion." He said softly and quietly walked out.
AT NOON . . .
"Hey Ron, what's new?" Harry asked brightly as he entered the common room.
"Nothing. Hermione was crying again this morning. She's still in bed." Ron was playing chess against himself.
"Oh, well, wanna grab some of these books?" Ron looked up to see Harry up books up to his chin.
"Oh sorry!" He said, grabbing the top half. They marched to the girls common room and knocked on the door. They heard Hermione stirring, so they just walked right in.
"Hey guys." She said sleepily. She sat up, her hair in even waves from the shower. She smiled and Harry smiled brightly.
"Got your books. Fancy doing some Potions homework?" He laughed.
"Not really." She smiled. Harry dropped her share of the books on the corner of her bed.
"Well, lunch is in a half hour." They said, walking away. She smiled.
"I'll be out in ten!" She got up and took of her flannel nightgown once they left. In ten minutes, she was in her robes, looking new and fresh. Once she got outside, her two friends were waiting for her.
"Come on!" She exclaimed, taking their hands and bounding down the steps. They ate and Hermione thought she could go to afternoon classes. But when she realized it was Potions and Defense against the Dark Arts, she decided she could stay and rest up.
"Need anyone to stay with you?" Harry quickly asked, wanting to miss Potions with who else? Snape and the Slytheriens. Hermione smiled and bit her lip.
"Snape'll be pretty mad if all three of us miss his class the first time." The two boys sighed. "Sorry?" She offered.
"It's okay. I'll go. Harry went this morning." Hermione smiled and hugged Ron.
"Thanks Ron! You're the best!" She smiled and they were excused from lunch. Once they got back to the Common room, Hermione sat her petite body on a couch, and Harry sat on one across from her.
"Harry?" She questioned, biting her lip and brushing strips of wavy hair out of her eyes,
"Yes?" He asked, his evergreen eyes meeting hers.
"Who would do something like this?" She asked, not a tear in sight.
"Who else?" Harry stated, already knowing it was Voldemort. Hermione sighed
"I know, but why?"
"'Mione, you know that a fraction of the wizarding world opposes muggle born students in Hogwarts," he paused, thinking. "it was probably a mission for the Death Eaters. Hermione thought about this.
"Do you think it has something to do with Malfoy?" Hermione asked, scared to learn the answer.
"I don't know, Hermione." Harry said softly. "Draco, he would never have the courage to do something like that . . . but if he put his father up to it . . ."
"He wouldn't!" Hermione said in disbelief. Harry moved over to her couch.
"I'm not saying he did," he told her calmly, "but it's possible." Hermione put her head on Harry's shoulder, thinking. She wasn't sure what to think. She switched position so that she laid down on the couch, her legs curled under her. She laid her head on a pillow and looked out the window. Harry got some parchment and a quill and was writing things. To that sound, she fell asleep.
When Hermione woke up, it was dark outside and she was in her bed. 'Odd,' She thought to herself, but realized maybe Harry took her in. She looked at the clock and it was just past eleven. Not tired anymore, she got out of bed, pleased to see she was in her clothes and had avoided a very embarrassing situation, she decided to get some fresh air. Bounding down the steps, she waved at the portraits and at the bottom she forgot to get a coat. She shrugged, and figured she'd only be out for a moment or two.
Walking around, she breathed in the cold September air and tried to sort things out.
My parents are both dead. I have two best guy friends who'd do anything for me.
Good start, she told herself.
I have a few girl friends that have told me about the latest gossip. I get good grades in my classes, and,
Her thoughts were interrupted by a certain blonde haired boy-
"Cold, Granger?"
When Hermione woke up in the morning, she noticed that everyone was gone. She looked over at the Grandfather clock in the corner. It was past ten! She got up quickly but remembered she wasn't going to classes today. Why? She couldn't remember. Then she knew why she had that sickening feeling in her stomach. Her parents died yesterday. She sat on her bed, crying helplessly, then she heard a knock on the girl's dormitory and a timid voice.
"Mione?"
She recognized it as Ron's. She wiped her eyes and tried to calm down, breathing shaky breathes.
"Come in." She said quietly, wiping her eyes from still falling tears. Ron stood in the doorway, fully dressed, but a sleepy look on his face. His eyes showed concern and Hermione tried to keep herself from crying again.
"It's okay." Ron said, acknowledging her tears. He walked up to her and sat next to her on the bed. He put his arm around Hermione and rubbed her back. She couldn't hold back and started crying again. Once the crying slowed down, she looked at Ron with puffy eyes.
"Who would do something like this?" She asked him.
"I dunno, Mion." He answered quietly. She looked up into his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Ron." Tears started to fall again.
"For what?" He asked, utterly confused. She answered him but he couldn't make it out. He heard something about Harry and something about her parents.
"Don't worry." He told her. "Just think, you'll have a great holiday with us." Hermione managed a smile and leaned her head on Ron's shoulder.
After a minute or two, Ron got stiff and looked over to see Hermione sleeping. He gently laid her back on the pillow and covered her up, kissing her forehead.
"Night, Mion." He said softly and quietly walked out.
AT NOON . . .
"Hey Ron, what's new?" Harry asked brightly as he entered the common room.
"Nothing. Hermione was crying again this morning. She's still in bed." Ron was playing chess against himself.
"Oh, well, wanna grab some of these books?" Ron looked up to see Harry up books up to his chin.
"Oh sorry!" He said, grabbing the top half. They marched to the girls common room and knocked on the door. They heard Hermione stirring, so they just walked right in.
"Hey guys." She said sleepily. She sat up, her hair in even waves from the shower. She smiled and Harry smiled brightly.
"Got your books. Fancy doing some Potions homework?" He laughed.
"Not really." She smiled. Harry dropped her share of the books on the corner of her bed.
"Well, lunch is in a half hour." They said, walking away. She smiled.
"I'll be out in ten!" She got up and took of her flannel nightgown once they left. In ten minutes, she was in her robes, looking new and fresh. Once she got outside, her two friends were waiting for her.
"Come on!" She exclaimed, taking their hands and bounding down the steps. They ate and Hermione thought she could go to afternoon classes. But when she realized it was Potions and Defense against the Dark Arts, she decided she could stay and rest up.
"Need anyone to stay with you?" Harry quickly asked, wanting to miss Potions with who else? Snape and the Slytheriens. Hermione smiled and bit her lip.
"Snape'll be pretty mad if all three of us miss his class the first time." The two boys sighed. "Sorry?" She offered.
"It's okay. I'll go. Harry went this morning." Hermione smiled and hugged Ron.
"Thanks Ron! You're the best!" She smiled and they were excused from lunch. Once they got back to the Common room, Hermione sat her petite body on a couch, and Harry sat on one across from her.
"Harry?" She questioned, biting her lip and brushing strips of wavy hair out of her eyes,
"Yes?" He asked, his evergreen eyes meeting hers.
"Who would do something like this?" She asked, not a tear in sight.
"Who else?" Harry stated, already knowing it was Voldemort. Hermione sighed
"I know, but why?"
"'Mione, you know that a fraction of the wizarding world opposes muggle born students in Hogwarts," he paused, thinking. "it was probably a mission for the Death Eaters. Hermione thought about this.
"Do you think it has something to do with Malfoy?" Hermione asked, scared to learn the answer.
"I don't know, Hermione." Harry said softly. "Draco, he would never have the courage to do something like that . . . but if he put his father up to it . . ."
"He wouldn't!" Hermione said in disbelief. Harry moved over to her couch.
"I'm not saying he did," he told her calmly, "but it's possible." Hermione put her head on Harry's shoulder, thinking. She wasn't sure what to think. She switched position so that she laid down on the couch, her legs curled under her. She laid her head on a pillow and looked out the window. Harry got some parchment and a quill and was writing things. To that sound, she fell asleep.
When Hermione woke up, it was dark outside and she was in her bed. 'Odd,' She thought to herself, but realized maybe Harry took her in. She looked at the clock and it was just past eleven. Not tired anymore, she got out of bed, pleased to see she was in her clothes and had avoided a very embarrassing situation, she decided to get some fresh air. Bounding down the steps, she waved at the portraits and at the bottom she forgot to get a coat. She shrugged, and figured she'd only be out for a moment or two.
Walking around, she breathed in the cold September air and tried to sort things out.
My parents are both dead. I have two best guy friends who'd do anything for me.
Good start, she told herself.
I have a few girl friends that have told me about the latest gossip. I get good grades in my classes, and,
Her thoughts were interrupted by a certain blonde haired boy-
"Cold, Granger?"