Chapter 3: Lost
Hermione ran out of the Library, trying not to look despret. She reached the door way, but Ron wasn't there. She looked left and right and finally saw something red descending down the stairs. Without a second thought she sprinted off, trying to catch up. She reached the bottom of the stairs and she saw Ron. He was at least and exaggerated mile away. She went back into her sprint, but within seconds, she was pushed to the floor. She sat on the cold stone then shook the dizziness out of her mind. She looked around and saw Draco near here, also trying to recover from the colision.
"What was that about Granger? Did McGonagall decide to give you an A instead of an A+?" Draco hissed.
She quickly stumbled to her feet then began to run, "Sorry!" She called behind her then went on a full speed run. She didn't care who she ran to or how many teachers stopped her. Actually, she did care about that, but not as much as usual.
Finally she found herself at the end of the hall, the front doors. She looked up at the wooden doors, towering over her. She wondered if she should go out and see if Ron was outside. She slowly opened them and stepped outside, slowly closing the door behind her. She looked up at the dreary sky. It was pouring, possibly hard than before. She looked around, scared to step into the rain. She stood there, the only sound was her breathing and the sound of the rain. She felt her heart pound faster and faster as the anxiousness in her grew. Finally she stepped down the cement stairs, one step at a time. She slowly felt herself become engulfed by the beads of water. She whipped her head here and there, trying to find a sign of Ron. After a few minutes, she decided it was hopeless. She turned back and entered the castle.
She sighed heavily as she closed the door behind her. Her hair was pressed flat and framed her face as single beads of water dripped about her face. She squeezed her hair and drips of rain came out, more than she had expected. She then walked slowly through the halls, then stopped. Her robes were heavy from them being soaked.
She pointed at herself, "Restoa Doria!"
Instantly she was dry again. She let out a sigh of relief, being soaking wet and having to drag yourself up thousands of stairs is not the way to go.
She began to walk again, her pace was slow and she was swaying a bit as if she were tired... or on something. Suddenly she saw something in the corner of her eye. She did a double take and was almost positive it was Ron. She instantly ran in the direction that she saw that 'something'. And almost as instantly she was on the ground again. She quickly looked around and saw Draco on the ground... again.
"What in blazes? Granger? With all that brain you'd think you would have the senses to watch were you step!" he growled.
"Oh shove it!" she remarked as she scrambled to her feet and went into a dash after that 'something'.
She turned the corner, but nothing. No one. She turned back around, and began to walk back to the tower. What the blood did I see? she questioned herself. She wasn't watching where she was going and bumped into Draco again. She walked away, not knowing what had happened.
Hermione walked passed the Library again, she did a double take to see if Harry was still there. Then she stopped herself. Harry, in a Library? That's more far fetched as myself going out with Draco! she smiled to herself then continued on her way.
Not exactly knowing how it happened, but she dragged herself up the stairs to Gryffindor Tower.
Quietly she mumbled "Stinky Cheese" to the portrait and it swung open.
She quietly walked through the common room. The fire in the common room was blazing as beautiful as ever. She saw how the flames were glowing above the small logs and how the shadows it cast danced around the room. No one else was there, so she took a seat on a couch by the fire and just watched it.
Didn't I see Ron? she thought to herself, not hearing people enter through the portrait hole or people walking through the common room. I must've seen something. I'm not going crazy- not yet at least.
She stood up, then tripped, her head hitting the cold stone. Her eyes were still open, but they weren't full of life as usual, they seemed cold and distant, as if she were somewhere else. In here eyes were the reflections of the flames, as if they enticed her, hypnotized her into watching. But she was engulfed with her own troubles. She was lost in a sea of thoughts, wanting to escape the troubles of reality and enter a dream land were she could fantasize all day. The deeper she thought, the more she was lost. Lost in her own world. She wants to cry out for help, but all she can say is Leave me be.
Hermione ran out of the Library, trying not to look despret. She reached the door way, but Ron wasn't there. She looked left and right and finally saw something red descending down the stairs. Without a second thought she sprinted off, trying to catch up. She reached the bottom of the stairs and she saw Ron. He was at least and exaggerated mile away. She went back into her sprint, but within seconds, she was pushed to the floor. She sat on the cold stone then shook the dizziness out of her mind. She looked around and saw Draco near here, also trying to recover from the colision.
"What was that about Granger? Did McGonagall decide to give you an A instead of an A+?" Draco hissed.
She quickly stumbled to her feet then began to run, "Sorry!" She called behind her then went on a full speed run. She didn't care who she ran to or how many teachers stopped her. Actually, she did care about that, but not as much as usual.
Finally she found herself at the end of the hall, the front doors. She looked up at the wooden doors, towering over her. She wondered if she should go out and see if Ron was outside. She slowly opened them and stepped outside, slowly closing the door behind her. She looked up at the dreary sky. It was pouring, possibly hard than before. She looked around, scared to step into the rain. She stood there, the only sound was her breathing and the sound of the rain. She felt her heart pound faster and faster as the anxiousness in her grew. Finally she stepped down the cement stairs, one step at a time. She slowly felt herself become engulfed by the beads of water. She whipped her head here and there, trying to find a sign of Ron. After a few minutes, she decided it was hopeless. She turned back and entered the castle.
She sighed heavily as she closed the door behind her. Her hair was pressed flat and framed her face as single beads of water dripped about her face. She squeezed her hair and drips of rain came out, more than she had expected. She then walked slowly through the halls, then stopped. Her robes were heavy from them being soaked.
She pointed at herself, "Restoa Doria!"
Instantly she was dry again. She let out a sigh of relief, being soaking wet and having to drag yourself up thousands of stairs is not the way to go.
She began to walk again, her pace was slow and she was swaying a bit as if she were tired... or on something. Suddenly she saw something in the corner of her eye. She did a double take and was almost positive it was Ron. She instantly ran in the direction that she saw that 'something'. And almost as instantly she was on the ground again. She quickly looked around and saw Draco on the ground... again.
"What in blazes? Granger? With all that brain you'd think you would have the senses to watch were you step!" he growled.
"Oh shove it!" she remarked as she scrambled to her feet and went into a dash after that 'something'.
She turned the corner, but nothing. No one. She turned back around, and began to walk back to the tower. What the blood did I see? she questioned herself. She wasn't watching where she was going and bumped into Draco again. She walked away, not knowing what had happened.
Hermione walked passed the Library again, she did a double take to see if Harry was still there. Then she stopped herself. Harry, in a Library? That's more far fetched as myself going out with Draco! she smiled to herself then continued on her way.
Not exactly knowing how it happened, but she dragged herself up the stairs to Gryffindor Tower.
Quietly she mumbled "Stinky Cheese" to the portrait and it swung open.
She quietly walked through the common room. The fire in the common room was blazing as beautiful as ever. She saw how the flames were glowing above the small logs and how the shadows it cast danced around the room. No one else was there, so she took a seat on a couch by the fire and just watched it.
Didn't I see Ron? she thought to herself, not hearing people enter through the portrait hole or people walking through the common room. I must've seen something. I'm not going crazy- not yet at least.
She stood up, then tripped, her head hitting the cold stone. Her eyes were still open, but they weren't full of life as usual, they seemed cold and distant, as if she were somewhere else. In here eyes were the reflections of the flames, as if they enticed her, hypnotized her into watching. But she was engulfed with her own troubles. She was lost in a sea of thoughts, wanting to escape the troubles of reality and enter a dream land were she could fantasize all day. The deeper she thought, the more she was lost. Lost in her own world. She wants to cry out for help, but all she can say is Leave me be.
