Another shortish chapter, with compliments of myself. I can't be bothered doing a disclaimer- see all my other chapters.

Yours,

Hermione Douuble

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Ron had made me cry plenty of times before, but it had never hurt so much. I couldn't blame him if he never felt this way about me, but it really hurt. REALLY hurt. But I knew why. I was in love. Yes. I loved him.

After a while, I saw a figure coming down the beautiful steps of the grand building. I wiped my eyes free of tears as Harry drew closer. He sat next to me and looked puzzled.

''Mione, where've you been? What's wrong? I've been looking for you for ages- I got Lavender to check in your dormitory and everything. What's happened?'

'I heard you and Ron in the Common Room.'

'Oh.' He said looking pretty guilty.

'Yes.'

''Mione I'm sorry.'

'It's not your fault, and it isn't Ron's either. He can't help it if he doesn't like me.'

'I'm sure he does, 'Mione...' he said brightly.

'Yeah? Well. I'm sure he's not.'

'Oh, look Hermione..'

'No, you look Harry. I just want to forget about it, OK?'

'Yeah,' he said apologetically. 'It's nearly teatime, shall we go in? It's freezing out here.'

I wiped away my remaining tears and accompanied Harry to the Great Hall.

Then I remembered. The letter! What was I going to do? I had no idea how I was to get it back. My thoughts swam frantically around my head, and not one of them would help me get that stupid piece of parchment back.

Of course, Ron was sat in our usual place at the Gryffindor table and unfortunately, we had to sit with him. I ate my Sunday Lunch in silence, apart from the odd "hmm" of agreement as contribution to the conversation. I escaped between dinner and dessert, pretending I felt ill and made my way back to the Common Room. I crept up the stairs to Ron's dorm, but I could hear voices from inside- it seemed Dean and Seamus were having a "heart to heart." Do boys really do that? Anyway, there was no chance of me storming in there to get the letter.

My heart sank. I went back to the Common Room, Harry and Ron were already there. There was only one way to get it back now. In a last-ditch-attempt I scribbled a note to Harry-

"Harry,

There's a letter on Ron's bed. DO NOT LET HIM GET IT.

Hermione."

After a while, they both went to bed early for the Quidditch match the following morning, and I just hoped beyond hope he hadn't received it, and I realised that if Harry failed, he would be gone forever.