Hey faithful readers! Sorry it has been so long since I updated but alas life called and I just had to respond, please do forgive me! Anyway, this chapter isn't very exciting in my opinion but I just wanted to get up something for you guys to read, so here it is, ch5. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW IT MAKES ME WRITE FASTER!! Oh and if you guys like this story I have more writing though it is original on fictionpress.net. My two stories are called Horizon 1 and Cheyenne they are part of a series and though Cheyenne comes later in the series it is the completed one. Please feel free to read those as well if you like my writing style I can assure you they are well worth the read. Well until the next post! I look forward to your reviews!
Hermione walked quietly back to the Gryffindor common room where she had left her gifts. Breathing a sigh of relief upon finding the common room deserted, she sat down on the floor next to the large box carrying the guitar. The guitar case was old and worn at the edges, various stickers adorned the black vinyl. Some bore the names of places my grandfather had been, others were outdated bumper stickers…and others were of military seals and mottoes. Her grandfather had been in the Royal Airforce and was quite proud of it according to the ancient looking stickers which bore the name of his division in thick gold lettering that was flaking away in some places and fading in others. Silent tears slipped down her cheeks as she remembered the good times she had playing the beautiful instrument with her grandfather. She undid the locks on the sides of the case and lifted open the lid. Firelight danced on the polished wood body and made the strings sparkle. She ran her hand down the neck of the guitar before clasping her fingers around the base of it to pull the guitar from its boxy home. Placing the guitar on her lap in the proper position, she gingerly plucked at the strings, as if trying to remember how to play. She didn't need to remember though, she never forgot her gift. For the moment she played no real song, she just played what sounded good, what sounded right, enjoying the music she had blocked out for so many years.
After a little while she became bored with that and wanted to play something a little more challenging. Carefully she set down the guitar in its case and ran up to her dorm. Mione grabbed her CD player and several old CDs of hers and came back downstairs. She had always been good at playing songs just by listening to the chords so she thought she might try that again. Putting in the first CD, she readjusted herself to play. It was a Dixie Chicks CD she had gotten for her birthday last year. She clicked forward to the song entitled "Landslide", one she hadn't listened to for ages, and began playing as best she could as she listened for the correct chords. The song was a mellow one, bringing more tears to her eyes as she listened to the lyrics. Eventually the CD stopped playing when the song ended but Hermione didn't she continued on plucking the strings in an almost perfect imitation on the song though she added in some of her own special touches. Her young sweet voice rang out as well as she let her emotions flow through the song, again quiet tears dripping down her face and onto the top of the guitar.
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Harry returned to the Great Hall for lunch after a particularly grueling Quidditch practice but he didn't feel much like eating. Ron sat down opposite him, quickly piling food onto his plate and pouring a large glass of pumpkin juice, but his eyes caught on Harry's downcast features.
"You feeling alright, mate? You seemed a little off in practice." Harry's mind had never really been with him at practice, his thoughts were filled with Hermione, wondering what she was doing, where she had run off to and if she needed someone to support her in dealing with her loss. He daydreamed about holding her as she cried, comforting her, kissing away her pain. Harry was so lost in his thinking that he failed to respond to Ron's questioning, earning a shake or two to snap him out of it. "Harry…hello in there! What's wrong?" Harry shook his head to clear the more than friendly thoughts of Mione.
"Huh? What? Oh, nothing's wrong. I'm just a little preoccupied that's all." Ron squinted his eyes in a curious manner as Harry squirmed under his penetrating gaze.
"It wouldn't happen to be a certain brown eyed, bushy haired, know it all occupying your thoughts would it?" His tone was a little icy and Harry involuntarily cringed. He knew Ron had a little thing for their best friend though harry for the life of him couldn't understand why since they spent most of their time fighting. He didn't want to tell Ron for fear he would be angry. Harry really didn't want to go another couple months without talking to Ron as he had done in his younger years at Hogwarts. Harry stumbled over his words as he searched for some excuse to feed Ron. Before he could come up with anything, Ron's look had changed to one of understanding and shock.
"You have feelings for Mione don't you!?!" He whispered harshly across the table to Harry. Still not having admit it to himself, Harry barked back that he was surprised at Ron's conclusion and he most certainly did not have 'feelings' for Hermione. She was just his best friend. Ron looked very disbelieving so Harry just crossed his arms over his chest and sulked. Moments later unable to stand Ron's scrutiny, he pushed up from his uncomfortable seat and exited the room with Ron yelling after him.
"Aw, Harry, mate come on I was just joking!" Harry would hear none of it. Ron just returned his attention to his food shaking his head at the behavior of his best friend. "God, it's not like I would bloody kill him if he had feelings for her."
