Hermione erupted in defeated sobs in the hallway. She wanted to stop, get
up, and walk away, but her body wouldn't let her. She was shaking and
shivering, tears rolling down her face. She couldn't stop. She faintly
heard someone exit the door and come closer to her, putting their arm
around her. She began to wonder who it was, and thought it was Harry for a
while, until her sobs quieted and she sniffed a little, taking in the scent
of the person beside her. She found that it wasn't Harry, and when she
raised her head, she saw Ron. Appalled, she quickly got up, startling Ron,
and stood above him.
"I can't believe you!" she whispered as she ran to her dormitory.
"Hermione-" He called after her, but she didn't reply. He stood. "I'm sorry!" He called loudly, down the hall. Hermione figured it was going to take a lot more then an apology to get her to ever speak to him again. When she got in bed, there was yet another owl outside the window. This one was medium sized and brown, looking calm and happy. It hooted content fully when she let it inside. She took the letter out of its beak and began reading.
Dearest Hermione -
We got your letter today, and we absolutely love your cat. He is the most beautiful little creature I've ever seen. Except he's taken a liking to Jack, and he's been sneezing everywhere. Rather humorous, actually. But that's beside the point. I didn't show Jack the letter you wrote; I just read the last part of it to him. By chance is the boy a Malfoy?
Hermione's eyes were wide. Her mother knew so much about her without her even having to tell! She continued reading . . .
Well, either way, the Malfoy's are very tricky people. That isn't the point either. Hermione, what I'm getting at, is that a true friend is someone whom you can never forget about, even if you tried. And when you lose a true friend, you will never be the same again. How do you feel Hermione? When you lost this friend of yours, after awhile did you feel worse or better? That is the key. And always remember, a lucky person has a best friend and a true love. But the luckiest, Hermione, has a best friend that is their true love. Think about it.
Much Love,
Julie.
Hermione slowly sat on her bed and stared at the letter. She pictured her mother saying those words. When you lose a true friend, you will never be the same again. The phrase was repeating in her head, over and over. Ginny walked up to Hermione and noticed her tear stained cheeks.
"What was all the yelling about?" She said, then took a closer look at Hermione and sat down. "Are you okay? Who's that letter from?" Hermione smiled faintly and shook her head.
"I'll tell you everything later." She took a deep breath and got up. Ginny smiled at her.
"Hermione?" She asked. Hermione turned around. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for everything. I mean, I didn't mean to be nosy, but when you pulled away from me I felt really lonesome. You seemed so depressed. And then you and Draco were together, and now you're crying all the time," Ginny's words were quicker and she was spilling everything. "I'm worried about you Hermione. I mean, everything happened in like a week and now it seems like. . ." Ginny suddenly stopped. Hermione bit her lip. After a moment, Ginny added soberly, "It seems like everything is broken. But I want to help you fix it." Hermione smiled with tears in her eyes and grabbed Ginny, hugging her tightly.
Ginny confronted the thing Hermione was scared to admit. She wasn't in control of her life anymore. It was torn to pieces in a mere week. She had just been wallowing in the remains of it, watching the pieces scatter. Now Hermione knew, with the help of Ginny, they were going to make an effort to take the broken pieces and put then back together. Hermione knew that this was going to be the new start. Now, she was going to be in control again.
Once the two pulled apart, Hermione had a sense of power. She smiled confidently and then Ginny spoke.
"Ron, first I suppose?" She said. Hermione sunk back unto her bed. The thought of Ron made her sick to her stomach. She felt awful since what he had said to her, but mostly the feeling was because she turned away when he tried to make it up to her. Ron never apologized. However, he did this time. Hermione never wanted to forgive him again. Except now Hermione's conscience was telling her:
OF course he should of. He's the one who said the worse things you've ever heard. Besides Malfoy. But Hermione, think about this, Ron apologized. He never, ever, apologized before. You turned him away. He's your best friend. Now you need to apologize.
Then Hermione realized the voice in her head wasn't her conscience. It was Harry. She knew that was something he would say. She got up and sighed.
"This is what I have to do." She told Ginny and walked towards the doors.
"Where are you going?" Ginny asked. Hermione smiled suspiciously, yet nervously, and walked to the boys dormitories. She walked past the common room, not seeing Harry or Ron, but lots of others. She knocked on their doors and heard someone, probably Neville, shout
"Who is it?"
"Hermione." She answered. There was an uncanny silence. No one spoke. "Ron?" Her voice broke. "Can I talk to you?"
"I can't believe you!" she whispered as she ran to her dormitory.
"Hermione-" He called after her, but she didn't reply. He stood. "I'm sorry!" He called loudly, down the hall. Hermione figured it was going to take a lot more then an apology to get her to ever speak to him again. When she got in bed, there was yet another owl outside the window. This one was medium sized and brown, looking calm and happy. It hooted content fully when she let it inside. She took the letter out of its beak and began reading.
Dearest Hermione -
We got your letter today, and we absolutely love your cat. He is the most beautiful little creature I've ever seen. Except he's taken a liking to Jack, and he's been sneezing everywhere. Rather humorous, actually. But that's beside the point. I didn't show Jack the letter you wrote; I just read the last part of it to him. By chance is the boy a Malfoy?
Hermione's eyes were wide. Her mother knew so much about her without her even having to tell! She continued reading . . .
Well, either way, the Malfoy's are very tricky people. That isn't the point either. Hermione, what I'm getting at, is that a true friend is someone whom you can never forget about, even if you tried. And when you lose a true friend, you will never be the same again. How do you feel Hermione? When you lost this friend of yours, after awhile did you feel worse or better? That is the key. And always remember, a lucky person has a best friend and a true love. But the luckiest, Hermione, has a best friend that is their true love. Think about it.
Much Love,
Julie.
Hermione slowly sat on her bed and stared at the letter. She pictured her mother saying those words. When you lose a true friend, you will never be the same again. The phrase was repeating in her head, over and over. Ginny walked up to Hermione and noticed her tear stained cheeks.
"What was all the yelling about?" She said, then took a closer look at Hermione and sat down. "Are you okay? Who's that letter from?" Hermione smiled faintly and shook her head.
"I'll tell you everything later." She took a deep breath and got up. Ginny smiled at her.
"Hermione?" She asked. Hermione turned around. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for everything. I mean, I didn't mean to be nosy, but when you pulled away from me I felt really lonesome. You seemed so depressed. And then you and Draco were together, and now you're crying all the time," Ginny's words were quicker and she was spilling everything. "I'm worried about you Hermione. I mean, everything happened in like a week and now it seems like. . ." Ginny suddenly stopped. Hermione bit her lip. After a moment, Ginny added soberly, "It seems like everything is broken. But I want to help you fix it." Hermione smiled with tears in her eyes and grabbed Ginny, hugging her tightly.
Ginny confronted the thing Hermione was scared to admit. She wasn't in control of her life anymore. It was torn to pieces in a mere week. She had just been wallowing in the remains of it, watching the pieces scatter. Now Hermione knew, with the help of Ginny, they were going to make an effort to take the broken pieces and put then back together. Hermione knew that this was going to be the new start. Now, she was going to be in control again.
Once the two pulled apart, Hermione had a sense of power. She smiled confidently and then Ginny spoke.
"Ron, first I suppose?" She said. Hermione sunk back unto her bed. The thought of Ron made her sick to her stomach. She felt awful since what he had said to her, but mostly the feeling was because she turned away when he tried to make it up to her. Ron never apologized. However, he did this time. Hermione never wanted to forgive him again. Except now Hermione's conscience was telling her:
OF course he should of. He's the one who said the worse things you've ever heard. Besides Malfoy. But Hermione, think about this, Ron apologized. He never, ever, apologized before. You turned him away. He's your best friend. Now you need to apologize.
Then Hermione realized the voice in her head wasn't her conscience. It was Harry. She knew that was something he would say. She got up and sighed.
"This is what I have to do." She told Ginny and walked towards the doors.
"Where are you going?" Ginny asked. Hermione smiled suspiciously, yet nervously, and walked to the boys dormitories. She walked past the common room, not seeing Harry or Ron, but lots of others. She knocked on their doors and heard someone, probably Neville, shout
"Who is it?"
"Hermione." She answered. There was an uncanny silence. No one spoke. "Ron?" Her voice broke. "Can I talk to you?"