This is really depressing. Warning to you - I was surprised I wrote it.
Wow.
Breathless, Hermione ran into the Common Room. It was only ten thirty, so it wasn't very crowded yet. She supposed people were back outside or still in the Great Hall. However, Ron and Harry were both still there, in their regular spots. Hermione's cheeks were tear stained and Harry immediately rushed to her aide. Out of impulse, Hermione looked at Ron. He was staring out the window, looking indifferent to everything and anything going on. Hermione couldn't believe that he didn't care. Somehow, Harry knew what she was thinking and took her arm gently and pulled her away back outside into the hallway.
"What happened?" He asked her, his eyes wide. "Did Malfoy do something to you?" A protective glare took over his normal peaceful stare. Before the tears began to fall, Hermione told him he didn't. She collapsed into his arms.
Of course, Harry was dying to know what had happened. He was sure Draco did something to her. But he couldn't ask Hermione about it while she was sobbing. He did the best he could to comfort her. He was very good at that. After Hermione's cries quieted, Harry asked her again what happened. She told him everything - the kiss, the names Draco called him and Ron, every detail. When she finished, they both let out a big sigh.
"I don't know if I did the right thing." She told him.
"You did." He reassured her. She smiled.
"Harry, I don't know what I would do without you." She hugged him tightly then she stood up. "I think I'm going to write to my parents." Harry nodded and Hermione entered the Common room before he did, and walked quickly to her room. Once on her bed, she took out a quill and a sheet of parchment. She wasn't sure how to open the letter. She just began to write.
I know it's only been two days since I saw you last, but I guess we should keep in touch. I'm not quite sure where you live, but I'm sure Crookshanks, my cat, will take care of it. You guys are probably planning on writing me soon, I hope. However, I feel out of sorts so I decided to first. This first part is for my new Mom - Julie. I feel so empty now, even after meeting you. It's because my best friend is mad at me because I was dating a boy he didn't like. 'Was' is the key word, because we just broke up. I'm sure you went through this before, but I haven't. He was only my second boyfriend. Please tell my new dad - Jack - not to get mad at me because I don't think he would approve of whom I was formally dating. However, we aren't anymore, and I'm just so confused. I decided to write to you because even Harry couldn't comfort me and I usually told my parents everything that happened to me. I'm sorry if I'm bothering you. Jack, Dad, Mr. Brockbow, I just want to say I miss you already. I hope you write soon.
Your daughter,
Hermione.
Hermione felt better after writing that, and she looked around for her ginger colored cat. She turned around, instead, to see a black owl perched on the window. Surprised, she opened it and took the envelope out of it's beak. In nice handwriting, it read:
Hermione,
I hope you've come to realize what I said about your friends is true. If you haven't, I'll give you awhile to realize that I am right and that I'll still accept your apology.
--Draco-
The letter appalled Hermione. She immediately shredded it to pieces and threw it out the window, much to the evil black owl's dismay.
"Shoo!" She told it and gave it a push out the window. "AH!" She yelled out of frustration and fell upon her bed. She didn't know how someone could be so arrogant! Hermione couldn't even believe she kissed him. She rinsed her mouth out with some water and decided to take a shower, hoping to get his smell off her body. Feeling renewed, she walked out to the Common Room and was surprised how empty it was. Then she realized it was lunch hour. Not being hungry, she sat down on a couch and opened up a book. Suddenly a voice surprised her.
"Hey Hermione." It was Harry.
"Oh!" She said. Then glumly, "I thought you were Ron." Harry sighed.
"Listen, Mion, nothing's going to get solved unless one of you confronts the other. Admit it, you're both so stubborn." Hermione knew that. However, she was hoping that Ron would be the mature one. She's been through enough already. She didn't need this, too.
"You're right, Harry. You're always right!" She stood up and began pacing. "What do you always have to be right?" She wasn't sure why she was angry at Harry, because all he did was help her. He was surprised and walked to the door. She sat on her bed and cried.
"Do you want me to stay?" He asked. Hermione shook her head and he quietly left. After a few minutes, Hermione put some cold washcloths on her face and eyes. Once she looked like she wasn't crying, she went into the Common Room. Coincidently it was empty, except for Harry and Ron, that is. Defeated, Hermione slouched onto a couch. Harry looked up from his book and Ron continued playing with a rubber band.
"Ron," she stated, causing him to look up. "I need to talk to you." He sighed.
"What?" He asked impatiently. Hermione was taken back.
"Well, I just wanted to tell you, that, um, I," she couldn't find the right words.
"Spit it out!" He exclaimed. Immediately he regretted it.
"If you don't want to hear it, then I won't even bother!" She said forcefully.
"Hermione," Harry began.
"No!" She yelled. "I don't know why I came here in the first place!"
"And I don't know why I was ever friends with a mean old hag like yourself!" Ron exclaimed. Hermione turned around quickly. Ron was wondering to himself just why he couldn't shut up.
"You know what, Ron? Maybe Draco was right! Maybe you are just as dirty and as rotten as he said!"
"Excuse me?" He said, now standing.
"Did I stutter?" She challenged. He was walking toward her. Harry opened his mouth again.
"Ron - think about this!" Ron pretended he didn't hear Harry.
"You know, maybe you do belong with Draco. Two of a kind." Ron spat. Hermione cocked an eyebrow but inside wondered how much of this she could take. He was so close to her she could feel his breath on her lips. She raised her hand and slapped him across the face. When he didn't move, she retorted,
"I think I do. Believe it or not, he was a lot nicer then you ever were!" She exclaimed. Ron didn't back down. He was studying her. She moved away. She didn't want him to see that her eyes brimmed with tears. She didn't think he noticed, because another insensitive comment escaped his mouth.
"I don't doubt that. A person can only pretend to be nice for so long! And five years is long enough for me!" Hermione didn't understand why he would say that. Usually when they had arguments like this it wasn't that harsh. Sure, she was expecting the old hag insult, but they usually kept it up until Hermione won. Or it would be a tie, and they'd forgive each other. But Hermione was already wounded before this battle.
She hoped Ron didn't see her quivering lips or her trembling body or her eyes so full with tears she could hardly see. She was thinking of something strong to say, something Ron that would cause him to feel the hurt that she felt right now. But then she realized for Ron to feel what she felt, his parents would have to die then he'd have to realized he was living a lie and meet totally new people who claimed to be his parents. Then he'd have to get in a major fight with his best friend, to the point of losing him, and then get dumped by the person you thought really cared about you. And nothing Hermione said could make Ron feel like that. All Hermione could do was bite her lip and force her legs to stop shaking enough where they would carry her somewhere where no one could see her break down. She made it out the door when her trembling body collapsed and the sobs poured out.
Breathless, Hermione ran into the Common Room. It was only ten thirty, so it wasn't very crowded yet. She supposed people were back outside or still in the Great Hall. However, Ron and Harry were both still there, in their regular spots. Hermione's cheeks were tear stained and Harry immediately rushed to her aide. Out of impulse, Hermione looked at Ron. He was staring out the window, looking indifferent to everything and anything going on. Hermione couldn't believe that he didn't care. Somehow, Harry knew what she was thinking and took her arm gently and pulled her away back outside into the hallway.
"What happened?" He asked her, his eyes wide. "Did Malfoy do something to you?" A protective glare took over his normal peaceful stare. Before the tears began to fall, Hermione told him he didn't. She collapsed into his arms.
Of course, Harry was dying to know what had happened. He was sure Draco did something to her. But he couldn't ask Hermione about it while she was sobbing. He did the best he could to comfort her. He was very good at that. After Hermione's cries quieted, Harry asked her again what happened. She told him everything - the kiss, the names Draco called him and Ron, every detail. When she finished, they both let out a big sigh.
"I don't know if I did the right thing." She told him.
"You did." He reassured her. She smiled.
"Harry, I don't know what I would do without you." She hugged him tightly then she stood up. "I think I'm going to write to my parents." Harry nodded and Hermione entered the Common room before he did, and walked quickly to her room. Once on her bed, she took out a quill and a sheet of parchment. She wasn't sure how to open the letter. She just began to write.
I know it's only been two days since I saw you last, but I guess we should keep in touch. I'm not quite sure where you live, but I'm sure Crookshanks, my cat, will take care of it. You guys are probably planning on writing me soon, I hope. However, I feel out of sorts so I decided to first. This first part is for my new Mom - Julie. I feel so empty now, even after meeting you. It's because my best friend is mad at me because I was dating a boy he didn't like. 'Was' is the key word, because we just broke up. I'm sure you went through this before, but I haven't. He was only my second boyfriend. Please tell my new dad - Jack - not to get mad at me because I don't think he would approve of whom I was formally dating. However, we aren't anymore, and I'm just so confused. I decided to write to you because even Harry couldn't comfort me and I usually told my parents everything that happened to me. I'm sorry if I'm bothering you. Jack, Dad, Mr. Brockbow, I just want to say I miss you already. I hope you write soon.
Your daughter,
Hermione.
Hermione felt better after writing that, and she looked around for her ginger colored cat. She turned around, instead, to see a black owl perched on the window. Surprised, she opened it and took the envelope out of it's beak. In nice handwriting, it read:
Hermione,
I hope you've come to realize what I said about your friends is true. If you haven't, I'll give you awhile to realize that I am right and that I'll still accept your apology.
--Draco-
The letter appalled Hermione. She immediately shredded it to pieces and threw it out the window, much to the evil black owl's dismay.
"Shoo!" She told it and gave it a push out the window. "AH!" She yelled out of frustration and fell upon her bed. She didn't know how someone could be so arrogant! Hermione couldn't even believe she kissed him. She rinsed her mouth out with some water and decided to take a shower, hoping to get his smell off her body. Feeling renewed, she walked out to the Common Room and was surprised how empty it was. Then she realized it was lunch hour. Not being hungry, she sat down on a couch and opened up a book. Suddenly a voice surprised her.
"Hey Hermione." It was Harry.
"Oh!" She said. Then glumly, "I thought you were Ron." Harry sighed.
"Listen, Mion, nothing's going to get solved unless one of you confronts the other. Admit it, you're both so stubborn." Hermione knew that. However, she was hoping that Ron would be the mature one. She's been through enough already. She didn't need this, too.
"You're right, Harry. You're always right!" She stood up and began pacing. "What do you always have to be right?" She wasn't sure why she was angry at Harry, because all he did was help her. He was surprised and walked to the door. She sat on her bed and cried.
"Do you want me to stay?" He asked. Hermione shook her head and he quietly left. After a few minutes, Hermione put some cold washcloths on her face and eyes. Once she looked like she wasn't crying, she went into the Common Room. Coincidently it was empty, except for Harry and Ron, that is. Defeated, Hermione slouched onto a couch. Harry looked up from his book and Ron continued playing with a rubber band.
"Ron," she stated, causing him to look up. "I need to talk to you." He sighed.
"What?" He asked impatiently. Hermione was taken back.
"Well, I just wanted to tell you, that, um, I," she couldn't find the right words.
"Spit it out!" He exclaimed. Immediately he regretted it.
"If you don't want to hear it, then I won't even bother!" She said forcefully.
"Hermione," Harry began.
"No!" She yelled. "I don't know why I came here in the first place!"
"And I don't know why I was ever friends with a mean old hag like yourself!" Ron exclaimed. Hermione turned around quickly. Ron was wondering to himself just why he couldn't shut up.
"You know what, Ron? Maybe Draco was right! Maybe you are just as dirty and as rotten as he said!"
"Excuse me?" He said, now standing.
"Did I stutter?" She challenged. He was walking toward her. Harry opened his mouth again.
"Ron - think about this!" Ron pretended he didn't hear Harry.
"You know, maybe you do belong with Draco. Two of a kind." Ron spat. Hermione cocked an eyebrow but inside wondered how much of this she could take. He was so close to her she could feel his breath on her lips. She raised her hand and slapped him across the face. When he didn't move, she retorted,
"I think I do. Believe it or not, he was a lot nicer then you ever were!" She exclaimed. Ron didn't back down. He was studying her. She moved away. She didn't want him to see that her eyes brimmed with tears. She didn't think he noticed, because another insensitive comment escaped his mouth.
"I don't doubt that. A person can only pretend to be nice for so long! And five years is long enough for me!" Hermione didn't understand why he would say that. Usually when they had arguments like this it wasn't that harsh. Sure, she was expecting the old hag insult, but they usually kept it up until Hermione won. Or it would be a tie, and they'd forgive each other. But Hermione was already wounded before this battle.
She hoped Ron didn't see her quivering lips or her trembling body or her eyes so full with tears she could hardly see. She was thinking of something strong to say, something Ron that would cause him to feel the hurt that she felt right now. But then she realized for Ron to feel what she felt, his parents would have to die then he'd have to realized he was living a lie and meet totally new people who claimed to be his parents. Then he'd have to get in a major fight with his best friend, to the point of losing him, and then get dumped by the person you thought really cared about you. And nothing Hermione said could make Ron feel like that. All Hermione could do was bite her lip and force her legs to stop shaking enough where they would carry her somewhere where no one could see her break down. She made it out the door when her trembling body collapsed and the sobs poured out.