You're My Only One
Chapter 6: Are you all right?
It took Hermione three days of debating with herself to make a decision about everything. Being a One, writing to Harry and Ron, making up with Kate, buying the new Dido CD. OK, the last one wasn't very hard to decide, Dido was her favourite muggle singer, and she always listened to her.
Often she would sit, and think about it. Hours could go by, and she would still be thinking. While she sat there, just thinking, she felt something inside her, a feeling of some sort. Kind of like the welling feeling you get when you're really happy, or the nervous feeling when you're anticipating something. But it didn't seem have an emotion, it just felt... Overwhelming.
At first Hermione ignored it as hunger or something, but soon it was too evident to ignore. Everyday it was stronger, and came more frequently. After only a few days, every time her mind turned the aspect of being a One it came. And if she didn't focus on something else it started to hurt.
The aspect of going to the Burrow came up time and time again. How Hermione wanted to go, to stay with Ron for the rest of the vacation. But she couldn't bring herself to leave a problem unsolved. Sometimes Hermione found herself thinking that being a One was a challenge, a way to prove herself as... She didn't even know what. Besides, it was stupid thought, because it would be the most dangerous and risky challenge, and having had the choice, she would've denied it.
And how could she make up with Kate, and become friends again when she knew that Mouse was dead. Hermione was an introvert, and that's just how it was. Hermione forced herself to believe this.
And Damien. His eyes were so clear, but they were not the warm, glowing eyes she saw at the party, but dark, and worried eyes. Eyes that dug into her soul and found the real Hermione. The Hermione that wasn't allowed to come out. The Hermione that was hard to find. The Hermione that was locked in...
Hermione let out a long sigh of defeat, and picked up the phone.
~~~
Looking up at her ceiling from her bed, Hermione thought sullenly about what had just occurred to her. On the phone, Damien said they would talk it over in person, but had given her advice on how to handle the overwhelming feeling that was building up in her right now. His words echoed in her head dully:
'Focus on something that you take charge of, make sure that you are controlling your body and emotions. Always remember, this is a battle fought with your will power; physical actions do nothing.'
This wasn't the problem. She could easily focus, she had done a meditation class with her mother one summer, so it came easily. But first she had asked Damien if reading could do the trick.
'Absolutely not' to quote him directly. He said reading brought her into the book's world, one that she could not control. He had asked her if there was any other hobby she had. Like drawing, writing, or running. This is when it occurred to her.
She had no hobby, nothing she liked to do except read. That's it, the rest of the time it was schoolwork, or cooking dinner for her parents like she did once a week, or going to Kate's house...
The problem of Kate; that just kept coming up in her mind. She had been procrastinating for what seemed like forever. Her parents kept giving her messages from Kate.
Call me. What's wrong? What did I do? Please call me. Mouse, where are you? I came to your house yesterday...
The list went on. It wasn't that she was debating on whether or not she should stay friends with her anymore; that was obvious. She shouldn't, it just wouldn't work. But a nagging part in her mind kept saying that Kate was her only friend. Where would she go, she had been hanging around the house ever since the night of the party, except when she went out to see Damien. She desperately wanted everything to go back to normal...
But what was normal? If Damien hadn't come, she might've blown up because of being a One. That can't be normal, can it?
Oh no, the feeling was coming back. But this time she couldn't concentrate, her mind wouldn't stay still. She needed to go somewhere peaceful. Somewhere that she could be alone. Somewhere like...
~~~
Hermione looked at the now packed backpack. It contained quite a few items, and it was no surprise that magic had made it all fit. She slipped on some comfy flip-flops, and threw on a jacket. Saying a short incantation, her wand once more hung on her small, silver, earrings.
Since no one was home, Hermione quickly scribbled a small note to her
parents, and set off onto the path outside her house. In a matter of
minutes she was at her destination.
She took a long time taking in her beautiful surroundings. She started
with the green grass; that was speckled with clovers, dandelions, and the
odd butterfly resting. Her eyes then wandered to a large rock, perfect
for sitting on, then to the small waterfall; a mere trickle of water that
came from the scrub above, and went all the way down the gently sloping
hill.
The whole area looked upon a large lake, rippling in the light breeze.
But Hermione's eyes were no longer resting on that peaceful sight, but
rather the crouching figure in the shadows of the scrub.
Carefully putting down her backpack, and slipping off her shoes, she
moved silently towards the creature. A crackling disturbed the figure,
and the dead leaf that had cracked under Hermione's weight was scowled
upon. Though slightly edgy, the creature moved not.
Hermione gasped in awe, now only a few feet from the creature, as she
recognised it. The small rabbit was beautiful, it's ears flopping and it
nose buried in the grass, munching. The cute animal looked up, and
brushed its nose with its tiny paws. Hermione tried to stifle her giggle,
but the rabbit had already bounced away with an ease most could only wish
for.
Momentarily forgetting why she was there, she went to pick up her
backpack and leave, but she soon remembered. There were numerous things
needed to be sorted out, and what better place then a peaceful, nature
haven?
Dropping her stuff on the grass beside her, Hermione settled down in a
comfortable spot. But before she knew it, the feeling had come back. And
this time it hurt, more than ever...
A/N SORRY! Ok, there was more to this chapter, but I'm leaving for a
camp in a few minutes, and I wanted to get something posted, bcoz I got
all of my reviews!!!! Thank you!! Plz review again! I come back on
Tuesday, so I'll try and post my next chapter on Wednesday or something.
R&R!!!! I know it's a bit cliffie, and I'm sorry, there's just some stuff
I need to work out in hermione's mind. And I know that a few of you are
waiting for draco, I just want to let you know, SO AM I!!!! But
unfortunately he wont come in until later, so don't hold your breathe. Oh
yeh, plz say happy birthday to my friend Fiona! And read her story, its
called Hermione's Hilarious Diaries. It's based on the princess diaries
by meg cabot. Her penname is AngelAlex68. Anyhow, g2g!!! cyaz!!!! R&R!!!
Chapter 6: Are you all right?
It took Hermione three days of debating with herself to make a decision about everything. Being a One, writing to Harry and Ron, making up with Kate, buying the new Dido CD. OK, the last one wasn't very hard to decide, Dido was her favourite muggle singer, and she always listened to her.
Often she would sit, and think about it. Hours could go by, and she would still be thinking. While she sat there, just thinking, she felt something inside her, a feeling of some sort. Kind of like the welling feeling you get when you're really happy, or the nervous feeling when you're anticipating something. But it didn't seem have an emotion, it just felt... Overwhelming.
At first Hermione ignored it as hunger or something, but soon it was too evident to ignore. Everyday it was stronger, and came more frequently. After only a few days, every time her mind turned the aspect of being a One it came. And if she didn't focus on something else it started to hurt.
The aspect of going to the Burrow came up time and time again. How Hermione wanted to go, to stay with Ron for the rest of the vacation. But she couldn't bring herself to leave a problem unsolved. Sometimes Hermione found herself thinking that being a One was a challenge, a way to prove herself as... She didn't even know what. Besides, it was stupid thought, because it would be the most dangerous and risky challenge, and having had the choice, she would've denied it.
And how could she make up with Kate, and become friends again when she knew that Mouse was dead. Hermione was an introvert, and that's just how it was. Hermione forced herself to believe this.
And Damien. His eyes were so clear, but they were not the warm, glowing eyes she saw at the party, but dark, and worried eyes. Eyes that dug into her soul and found the real Hermione. The Hermione that wasn't allowed to come out. The Hermione that was hard to find. The Hermione that was locked in...
Hermione let out a long sigh of defeat, and picked up the phone.
~~~
Looking up at her ceiling from her bed, Hermione thought sullenly about what had just occurred to her. On the phone, Damien said they would talk it over in person, but had given her advice on how to handle the overwhelming feeling that was building up in her right now. His words echoed in her head dully:
'Focus on something that you take charge of, make sure that you are controlling your body and emotions. Always remember, this is a battle fought with your will power; physical actions do nothing.'
This wasn't the problem. She could easily focus, she had done a meditation class with her mother one summer, so it came easily. But first she had asked Damien if reading could do the trick.
'Absolutely not' to quote him directly. He said reading brought her into the book's world, one that she could not control. He had asked her if there was any other hobby she had. Like drawing, writing, or running. This is when it occurred to her.
She had no hobby, nothing she liked to do except read. That's it, the rest of the time it was schoolwork, or cooking dinner for her parents like she did once a week, or going to Kate's house...
The problem of Kate; that just kept coming up in her mind. She had been procrastinating for what seemed like forever. Her parents kept giving her messages from Kate.
Call me. What's wrong? What did I do? Please call me. Mouse, where are you? I came to your house yesterday...
The list went on. It wasn't that she was debating on whether or not she should stay friends with her anymore; that was obvious. She shouldn't, it just wouldn't work. But a nagging part in her mind kept saying that Kate was her only friend. Where would she go, she had been hanging around the house ever since the night of the party, except when she went out to see Damien. She desperately wanted everything to go back to normal...
But what was normal? If Damien hadn't come, she might've blown up because of being a One. That can't be normal, can it?
Oh no, the feeling was coming back. But this time she couldn't concentrate, her mind wouldn't stay still. She needed to go somewhere peaceful. Somewhere that she could be alone. Somewhere like...
~~~
Hermione looked at the now packed backpack. It contained quite a few items, and it was no surprise that magic had made it all fit. She slipped on some comfy flip-flops, and threw on a jacket. Saying a short incantation, her wand once more hung on her small, silver, earrings.
Since no one was home, Hermione quickly scribbled a small note to her
parents, and set off onto the path outside her house. In a matter of
minutes she was at her destination.
She took a long time taking in her beautiful surroundings. She started
with the green grass; that was speckled with clovers, dandelions, and the
odd butterfly resting. Her eyes then wandered to a large rock, perfect
for sitting on, then to the small waterfall; a mere trickle of water that
came from the scrub above, and went all the way down the gently sloping
hill.
The whole area looked upon a large lake, rippling in the light breeze.
But Hermione's eyes were no longer resting on that peaceful sight, but
rather the crouching figure in the shadows of the scrub.
Carefully putting down her backpack, and slipping off her shoes, she
moved silently towards the creature. A crackling disturbed the figure,
and the dead leaf that had cracked under Hermione's weight was scowled
upon. Though slightly edgy, the creature moved not.
Hermione gasped in awe, now only a few feet from the creature, as she
recognised it. The small rabbit was beautiful, it's ears flopping and it
nose buried in the grass, munching. The cute animal looked up, and
brushed its nose with its tiny paws. Hermione tried to stifle her giggle,
but the rabbit had already bounced away with an ease most could only wish
for.
Momentarily forgetting why she was there, she went to pick up her
backpack and leave, but she soon remembered. There were numerous things
needed to be sorted out, and what better place then a peaceful, nature
haven?
Dropping her stuff on the grass beside her, Hermione settled down in a
comfortable spot. But before she knew it, the feeling had come back. And
this time it hurt, more than ever...
A/N SORRY! Ok, there was more to this chapter, but I'm leaving for a
camp in a few minutes, and I wanted to get something posted, bcoz I got
all of my reviews!!!! Thank you!! Plz review again! I come back on
Tuesday, so I'll try and post my next chapter on Wednesday or something.
R&R!!!! I know it's a bit cliffie, and I'm sorry, there's just some stuff
I need to work out in hermione's mind. And I know that a few of you are
waiting for draco, I just want to let you know, SO AM I!!!! But
unfortunately he wont come in until later, so don't hold your breathe. Oh
yeh, plz say happy birthday to my friend Fiona! And read her story, its
called Hermione's Hilarious Diaries. It's based on the princess diaries
by meg cabot. Her penname is AngelAlex68. Anyhow, g2g!!! cyaz!!!! R&R!!!