Chapter Four
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The light that gently rested across Hermione's face forced her to slowly open her eyes. She smiled to herself as she remembered what had happened last night. She rolled over in the bed, expecting to see Ron next to her. But he wasn't there.
Suddenly she heard a noise coming from the adjacent room. Something wasn't right.
She gathered the sheets around her into a toga fashion and quietly crept into the next room.
As she peeked through the door, Ron spotted her. He was dressed in a stately suit and was trying hopelessly to tie his red tie around his neck.
"Ah, Hemione, you're awake." He said and walked over to her as she sleepily opened the door all the way.
"I was wondering when you'd awaken." He said and planted a gentle kiss upon her forehead.
"Where are you going?" she finally asked.
"New Zealand." He said bluntly.
Hermione's eyes widened. He couldn't leave now. Not when she needed him. What was she going to do? Where was she going to stay?
He answered her questions as if he had heard her thoughts. "Hermione, I know you're probably upset, but I have a few loose ends that I need to tie up in New Zealand. I'll only be gone for a few months." He said as if he had all the time in the world.
"It's not like we were going to get married tomorrow or anything, it was just one night, Hermione." He said, noticing the shocked expression upon her face, "You can stay at my flat while I'm gone."
Finally recovering from her shock she said shakily, "So you expect me to wait here until you come back?"
And Ron just laughed, "Of course not, Hermione. On the coffee table is a letter addressed to you. It should take up most of your time while I'm gone. But Hermione you have to understand that what happened last night should not change your mind about anything. I'm sorry for any emotional damage this may cause you." He said and walked gingerly into the kitchen. Obviously not aware that he was causing her more emotional distress by living.
He didn't care about her. It was like what had happened between them meant nothing, no influence on anything. As if it was something he had done for the hell of it.
Hermione felt like crying. She had been so childish to think that she could have a life with Ron. She sighed and walked into her own bedroom. She was the same twenty seven year old witch without a life of her own, struggling to stay sane, throughout all that was happening. She wasn't sure if she could take anymore emotional stress.
She slowly pulled on a dressing gown and lay flat on her bed with her eyes staring up at the ceiling. How could she have been so stupid? So vulnerable?
She counted her slow breaths, wondering what was going to happen next. Wondering if there was more to her life than pain and unhappiness. Unexpectedly a thought popped into her head.
The letter. The one Ron had said would take up most of her time. She was bombarded with interest. She lay in her bed for a few more moments, but her curiosity got the best of her and she walked slowly into the living room. She peeked at the door and saw that Ron's shoes were gone, leaving her alone in the house.
She turned her attention to the yellowish envelope with spindly green writing on it. It looked familiar and yet she couldn't place where she'd seen it before. She eyed it suspiciously, but finally decided that the only way to find out what was inside was to open it. She sat down on the sofa and picked it up in her hands. The letter was addressed to a Mrs. Hermione Granger Potter, Living room, Apartment of Ronald Weasley, London, England.
Her hand was slightly shaking by the time she turned the letter over and slowly ripped the stamp and slid the contents of the letter out onto the table. Inside was a letter, again, addressed to Hermione.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
Of WHITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Minerva McGonagall
Dear Mrs. Potter, As per request of Mr. Ronald Weasley, I am glad to inform you that you are invited to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a teacher. I must delegate to you the matter that we have chosen your résumé and think that you will become a most satisfactory teacher, but we must also ask that you come in for an interview, so that we are well aware of your abilities.
We look forward to your meeting and the possibility that you may become a part of the enriching intellectual wizarding community.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Hermione looked again at the paper and read it through many times. Was this for real? Was this some sick joke that Ron was playing? Did she even have what it takes to be a teacher? Why was she selected out of many? Was she going to do it?
Dismally, she walked around the room a few times, trying sort out the questions in her mind. The room began to tilt dangerously and she felt faint. All these things were happening so fast!
The room suddenly sharpened as she spotted a letter upon the table by the door. Another letter? But this one was different. It was on white paper and the envelope hadn't been sealed. She gently picked it and noticed that in flourished letters there was her name, Hermione Granger.
This startled her. She hadn't been called by her maiden name in years. She gently pulled out one sheet of crisp white paper. And it read:
Dear Hermione, I know you're probably upset, but you'll get over it. You've most likely received the letter from Hogwarts and I am just writing this to explain. Hermione never ever let anyone ever get in between you and your dreams again. Never again. Take this chance, or as I like to call it, a leap of faith. Hermione, this is your possibility to do something with your life. Don't let your life pass you by again. See you in a few months. Your friend,
Ron
He was right, even if he had let her on about them getting together. He was right; she couldn't let her life pass her by again. She was going to do this and no one or nothing was going to stand in her way.
Disclaimer- I don't own anything.
The light that gently rested across Hermione's face forced her to slowly open her eyes. She smiled to herself as she remembered what had happened last night. She rolled over in the bed, expecting to see Ron next to her. But he wasn't there.
Suddenly she heard a noise coming from the adjacent room. Something wasn't right.
She gathered the sheets around her into a toga fashion and quietly crept into the next room.
As she peeked through the door, Ron spotted her. He was dressed in a stately suit and was trying hopelessly to tie his red tie around his neck.
"Ah, Hemione, you're awake." He said and walked over to her as she sleepily opened the door all the way.
"I was wondering when you'd awaken." He said and planted a gentle kiss upon her forehead.
"Where are you going?" she finally asked.
"New Zealand." He said bluntly.
Hermione's eyes widened. He couldn't leave now. Not when she needed him. What was she going to do? Where was she going to stay?
He answered her questions as if he had heard her thoughts. "Hermione, I know you're probably upset, but I have a few loose ends that I need to tie up in New Zealand. I'll only be gone for a few months." He said as if he had all the time in the world.
"It's not like we were going to get married tomorrow or anything, it was just one night, Hermione." He said, noticing the shocked expression upon her face, "You can stay at my flat while I'm gone."
Finally recovering from her shock she said shakily, "So you expect me to wait here until you come back?"
And Ron just laughed, "Of course not, Hermione. On the coffee table is a letter addressed to you. It should take up most of your time while I'm gone. But Hermione you have to understand that what happened last night should not change your mind about anything. I'm sorry for any emotional damage this may cause you." He said and walked gingerly into the kitchen. Obviously not aware that he was causing her more emotional distress by living.
He didn't care about her. It was like what had happened between them meant nothing, no influence on anything. As if it was something he had done for the hell of it.
Hermione felt like crying. She had been so childish to think that she could have a life with Ron. She sighed and walked into her own bedroom. She was the same twenty seven year old witch without a life of her own, struggling to stay sane, throughout all that was happening. She wasn't sure if she could take anymore emotional stress.
She slowly pulled on a dressing gown and lay flat on her bed with her eyes staring up at the ceiling. How could she have been so stupid? So vulnerable?
She counted her slow breaths, wondering what was going to happen next. Wondering if there was more to her life than pain and unhappiness. Unexpectedly a thought popped into her head.
The letter. The one Ron had said would take up most of her time. She was bombarded with interest. She lay in her bed for a few more moments, but her curiosity got the best of her and she walked slowly into the living room. She peeked at the door and saw that Ron's shoes were gone, leaving her alone in the house.
She turned her attention to the yellowish envelope with spindly green writing on it. It looked familiar and yet she couldn't place where she'd seen it before. She eyed it suspiciously, but finally decided that the only way to find out what was inside was to open it. She sat down on the sofa and picked it up in her hands. The letter was addressed to a Mrs. Hermione Granger Potter, Living room, Apartment of Ronald Weasley, London, England.
Her hand was slightly shaking by the time she turned the letter over and slowly ripped the stamp and slid the contents of the letter out onto the table. Inside was a letter, again, addressed to Hermione.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
Of WHITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Minerva McGonagall
Dear Mrs. Potter, As per request of Mr. Ronald Weasley, I am glad to inform you that you are invited to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a teacher. I must delegate to you the matter that we have chosen your résumé and think that you will become a most satisfactory teacher, but we must also ask that you come in for an interview, so that we are well aware of your abilities.
We look forward to your meeting and the possibility that you may become a part of the enriching intellectual wizarding community.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Hermione looked again at the paper and read it through many times. Was this for real? Was this some sick joke that Ron was playing? Did she even have what it takes to be a teacher? Why was she selected out of many? Was she going to do it?
Dismally, she walked around the room a few times, trying sort out the questions in her mind. The room began to tilt dangerously and she felt faint. All these things were happening so fast!
The room suddenly sharpened as she spotted a letter upon the table by the door. Another letter? But this one was different. It was on white paper and the envelope hadn't been sealed. She gently picked it and noticed that in flourished letters there was her name, Hermione Granger.
This startled her. She hadn't been called by her maiden name in years. She gently pulled out one sheet of crisp white paper. And it read:
Dear Hermione, I know you're probably upset, but you'll get over it. You've most likely received the letter from Hogwarts and I am just writing this to explain. Hermione never ever let anyone ever get in between you and your dreams again. Never again. Take this chance, or as I like to call it, a leap of faith. Hermione, this is your possibility to do something with your life. Don't let your life pass you by again. See you in a few months. Your friend,
Ron
He was right, even if he had let her on about them getting together. He was right; she couldn't let her life pass her by again. She was going to do this and no one or nothing was going to stand in her way.