Ron watched as Hermione exited the train, and he saw the tears stream down
her face. Confused and heartbroken, he went back to the car with Harry and
Ginny still sitting in it. He touched his cheek where Hermione's lips had
just been. Looking down, he attempted to quickly grab his trunk.
"What was wrong with Hermione?" Harry inquired first. After Ron stood, he breathed in a deep sigh.
"I don't want to talk about it." He said quietly. Ginny raised an eyebrow at Harry and he just shrugged. They all walked off the bus too see Mrs. Weasley waiting.
"Took you long en-" Fred began, but stopped, shooting a quizzical look towards Ron. Ron's face was now redder then ever. He didn't even look at his parents.
"Bye Harry." He said glumly.
"See you." Harry replied. "Don't forget - we'll all be at Diagon Alley the last week of July." Ron nodded. By now Ron's mother, sister, and brothers were staring at him.
"Bye Ginny." Harry smiled at her and she grinned back. She blushed a little. They hugged briefly and Harry left. Ron continued walking through the entry way and into the car. He could hear his family whispering behind him.
"Ron? You okay?" Ginny ran up beside him. Over the years they had become pretty close. She brushed a strand of red hair from her eyes and tried to keep up with his stride.
"No." He answered, covering the tears in his eyes. He slowed down and stared at his sister. "I just want to know how my life can go from heaven to hell in one day."
Back in Hermione's parent's car, she was sitting in the back, her mother eying her from the passenger's seat.
"Something wrong, Hermione?"
"No, mum." She lied. Hermione slouched and looked out the window. Tears slowly fell down her face as she tried to remember why she did what she did. After a moment, her mother spoke.
"So, Hermione, while you were gone, we visited Diagon Alley again. I signed up for a new organization called ETMB, Equal Treatment of Muggle Borns. Isn't that creative?" Her mother's nervous chatter filled the car. "I didn't really find it necessary, you know,"
"Oh, but it is." Hermione said quietly. "You have no idea." Her mother's attempt at small talk had backfired. The ride home was quiet the rest of the way.
"It has something to do with Hermione, doesn't it?" Was Ginny's inquiry once the Weasly family had arrived home. Ron had made it through everyone's questions by saying either "yes, no, or fine." Now Ginny was on his back again.
"I don't want to talk about it." Ron was now traveling the stairs to his room, not stopping to try one of his mother's new pastries.
"Why not?" She followed quickly behind him. Ron ignored her and entered his room, shutting the door in her face. Immediately he felt a pang of regret. He turned around to open the door but Ginny wasn't there. Nothing else to do, he picked up a quill and parchment. After writing the name Hermione, he realized he didn't know what to say to her. So he scratched that out and wrote Dear Harry, on it instead.
Today I was talking to Hermione on the train,
He continued,
And she
Searching for the right word that wouldn't expose his feelings, he wrote:
Turned me down. Terribly. I was mean to Ginny, too. I don't know what to do. Hermione's made me angry before but now its just unbearable. Don't tell her I told you any of this.
Immediately he signed his name and sent it out on his new owl that he bought last year. He knew the letter was short and sort of dumb, but he felt as if Harry should know. Once he sent it, he realized that Hermione would probably tell Harry all about it anyway. He sighed.
Hermione buried herself in her comforter when she arrived home, even though it was close to eighty degrees. Crying, she got out her quill and wrote to Ginny.
Today Ron told me he loved me. I told him I loved him too, but that I wasn't in love with him. I think I do have feelings for him . . .
Realizing that this letter could easily get into the wrong hands, she crossed out Ginny's name and wrote Harry's. Then she continued.
I don't know what I did was right. Just don't tell Ron. He'll probably never speak to me again. You wanted to know what's wrong so that's it. If I was right then why do I feel so awful?
Not knowing anything else to do, she curled back into her bed and vowed never to leave her room again all summer. Maybe never.
"What was wrong with Hermione?" Harry inquired first. After Ron stood, he breathed in a deep sigh.
"I don't want to talk about it." He said quietly. Ginny raised an eyebrow at Harry and he just shrugged. They all walked off the bus too see Mrs. Weasley waiting.
"Took you long en-" Fred began, but stopped, shooting a quizzical look towards Ron. Ron's face was now redder then ever. He didn't even look at his parents.
"Bye Harry." He said glumly.
"See you." Harry replied. "Don't forget - we'll all be at Diagon Alley the last week of July." Ron nodded. By now Ron's mother, sister, and brothers were staring at him.
"Bye Ginny." Harry smiled at her and she grinned back. She blushed a little. They hugged briefly and Harry left. Ron continued walking through the entry way and into the car. He could hear his family whispering behind him.
"Ron? You okay?" Ginny ran up beside him. Over the years they had become pretty close. She brushed a strand of red hair from her eyes and tried to keep up with his stride.
"No." He answered, covering the tears in his eyes. He slowed down and stared at his sister. "I just want to know how my life can go from heaven to hell in one day."
Back in Hermione's parent's car, she was sitting in the back, her mother eying her from the passenger's seat.
"Something wrong, Hermione?"
"No, mum." She lied. Hermione slouched and looked out the window. Tears slowly fell down her face as she tried to remember why she did what she did. After a moment, her mother spoke.
"So, Hermione, while you were gone, we visited Diagon Alley again. I signed up for a new organization called ETMB, Equal Treatment of Muggle Borns. Isn't that creative?" Her mother's nervous chatter filled the car. "I didn't really find it necessary, you know,"
"Oh, but it is." Hermione said quietly. "You have no idea." Her mother's attempt at small talk had backfired. The ride home was quiet the rest of the way.
"It has something to do with Hermione, doesn't it?" Was Ginny's inquiry once the Weasly family had arrived home. Ron had made it through everyone's questions by saying either "yes, no, or fine." Now Ginny was on his back again.
"I don't want to talk about it." Ron was now traveling the stairs to his room, not stopping to try one of his mother's new pastries.
"Why not?" She followed quickly behind him. Ron ignored her and entered his room, shutting the door in her face. Immediately he felt a pang of regret. He turned around to open the door but Ginny wasn't there. Nothing else to do, he picked up a quill and parchment. After writing the name Hermione, he realized he didn't know what to say to her. So he scratched that out and wrote Dear Harry, on it instead.
Today I was talking to Hermione on the train,
He continued,
And she
Searching for the right word that wouldn't expose his feelings, he wrote:
Turned me down. Terribly. I was mean to Ginny, too. I don't know what to do. Hermione's made me angry before but now its just unbearable. Don't tell her I told you any of this.
Immediately he signed his name and sent it out on his new owl that he bought last year. He knew the letter was short and sort of dumb, but he felt as if Harry should know. Once he sent it, he realized that Hermione would probably tell Harry all about it anyway. He sighed.
Hermione buried herself in her comforter when she arrived home, even though it was close to eighty degrees. Crying, she got out her quill and wrote to Ginny.
Today Ron told me he loved me. I told him I loved him too, but that I wasn't in love with him. I think I do have feelings for him . . .
Realizing that this letter could easily get into the wrong hands, she crossed out Ginny's name and wrote Harry's. Then she continued.
I don't know what I did was right. Just don't tell Ron. He'll probably never speak to me again. You wanted to know what's wrong so that's it. If I was right then why do I feel so awful?
Not knowing anything else to do, she curled back into her bed and vowed never to leave her room again all summer. Maybe never.
