AN: Okay, it took me like seven years to get this up and going, I'm sorry.
I've been plagued with school work and writers block and all this other
crap. So hopefully this'll be good. Sorry if it isn't up to par. Yeah,
okay. Read, review, flame, hate it. I don't care, but say something to me,
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Snow fell on the ground outside the lovely school, glistening and white among the dark night and barely lit castle. It was empty, most everyone had gone home for Christmas break. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had stayed behind though. She said it was because she wasn't in the mood for going home and having to retaliate every detail of school life to her folks. Truth was, she just didn't want to talk of the last two months with them, or the last week for that matter.
The trio sat in the Great Hall quietly, watching as the few students from other houses waundered around in a stupid manner. Ron and Harry were playing wizards chess, while Hermione sort of stared at the Slytherin table. Draco wasn't there; as he told Professor Snape... he'd gone home for Christmas. Hermione caught herself wishing he'd stay'd. That would've given them enough time to maybe work through the gigantic obstacle they'd reached. But for now she figured she'd simply dwell on there last conversation.
"Harry." she said abruptly, turning to look at him. He was glaring at Ron's bishop, which had just taken out his Queen. "Yes Hermione?" he said through clenched teeth. She blinked stupidly, frowned, then turned away. "Nevermind." she muttered, sighing as she rested her chin on her arms. Pansy Parkinson had stayed for Christmas, as did (suprisingly) Crabbe and Goyle.
She felt her thoughts slipping slowly, and soon her mind was buzzing with a weird sort of emptiness. She rather liked it for the moment, she didn't have to play smart or think of anything. In fact, she couldn't even if she wanted to.
After a silent moment where Harry lost and they started a new game, Hermione looked at them. Ron was staring at her. "Yes?" she asked curtly, looking annoyed.
He shrugged. "You seem a bit off. Is something wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. What could possibly be wrong? I'm just dandy Ron, thank you for asking." She looked back to the Slytherin table, where Crabbe and Goyle and Pansy were arguing over something. Hermione sniffed defiantly and closed her eyes. Her whole body was aching for some reason, every muscle seemed to burn with each movement. "I think I'm going to head up to the common room you two, I'll see you later."
"Oh... okay then." Harry said, looking suddenly aware she was alive. She smiled half-heartedly and stood, making her way out of the Great Hall quickly. She noticed Dumbledore staring at her hard from the distant table, and blushed as she made her way out.
Hermione stopped abruptly in the Entrance Hall. It was dark for some reason, only the light from the Great Hall illuminating the otherwise black hall. She gulped as she cautiously walked toward the large front doors, cracking one open enough for her to get through.
It was even colder outside than it was inside, the wind was whipping painfully at her knee-high clad legs. She hadn't even bothered to go up and get a coat or something to warm her, in fact... she was enjoying the way the cold smacked her face, like a slap from reality. The reality being that she was growing, and her life was taking dramatic changes. It seemed like ages ago that she was in a sweet sort of abandon, only having to worry of her school work and her friends. Adding Draco into the ingridents caused a violent mix up. Not that she minded it, of course. But it was... She couldn't even describe it.
She walked towards the now iced-over lake, trodding carefully in the snow. Every once in a couple steps she sink deep into the snow, and a painful nip like hundreds of tiny knives would wash over her leg. But she'd just as simply take her leg back, and continue walking.
Now her legs were frozen and cold, numbed over completely. She was amazed she could even control them. She flopped herself into the snow, the biting cold immediately recognizable against her bottom. She didn't move though, even as her teeth began to chatter and her skin cooled considerably. Her lungs began to burn trying to breathe in this weather. She gulped, sniffling as she looked toward the horizon. There was nothing but darkness and clouds before her, and at that moment she wished she could just fly off into it.
Then she had an idea.
She stood and quickly trodded up to the castle, flinging open the doors and running as she made her way toward the staircase. She'd slip occasionally from the water now dripping off her, but would always regain her balance ever quickly.
She slid to a stop in front of the portrait of the Fat lady, panting against the wall. "P-P-Password?" the Fat Lady said cautiously, looking Hermione over curiously. "W-W-Walberdentia!" Hermione gasped. The portrait swung open quickly and Hermiome scrambled in. Harry and Ron had been inside, and stood quickly when she came dashing in. "Hermione!" Harry called. The two boys sprinted up after her, and landed in the girls dorm. Hermione was running about, changing her clothes as she did so and tossing a few things upon her bed. Ron looked confused.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?!" he said loudly, watchin her stumble and grab onto her dresser. "What does it look like I'm doing, you stupid prat?! I'm packing!" she shouted, pulling her leg through her pant leg and doing up the front.
Harry blinked stupidly. "Why are you packing?"
"Cause I'm running away."
"WHAT?!" They cried in unison. The two rushed over and began grabbing the things she was throwing onto her bed and placing them back into drawers. "What are you- Harry, let me have that- Ron, put my knickers- YOU TWO, STOP IT!" she yelled. They immediately stopped in there tracks, dropping whatever they had in hand. "Why can't I run away? You act like I'm not going to come back!"
"Because running away isn't something you'd do!" Harry replied hotly.
"Exactly! It's just not logical!" Ron added. This was the wrong thing to say.
"Why do I always have to be the logical one?!" she shouted, grabbing the things they'd dropped and throwing them onto her bed. "I'm always using my head about everything! Can't I just let loose for once!? Just once let me do things in a rash and spontaneous way! " she yelled, growing red in the face with anger. "Hermione, thats just not you though!" Ron said. He was, after all, experienced in arguing with Hermione.
"How do you know whats me or what isn't me?! How do you know I haven't been hiding myself! I'm growing Ron, I want to experience different things! I want to know I have other choices then being the one who keeps her cool!" she was panting heavily, glaring daggers in Ron's direction. He didn't respond, just stared open mouthed at her.
She sighed heavily. "Look." she began quietly, "I'm sorry Ron... and to you too Harry. But I need to get away from here. Just for a litle bit, and then I'll be back and refreshed. I'm going to do this, whether you let me have my things or not." Her eyes darted from Ron to Harry quickly, then she turned away from them and packed her things into her backpack. She turned to face them with a smile. "I'm telling you both this, I'll probably be back in a few days. Don't worry about me, okay?"
They nodded, staring stupidly. She smiled, hugged them both quickly, then bid them a farewell as she walked out of the dorm, out of the common room, and out of the castle. She'd be going to Hogsmeade, to catch the last train out to London. There... she wasn't sure what she was going to do. Maybe rent out a room at the Leaky Cauldron.
The train came to a halt slowly, the fond whistling of the brakes making Hermione smile. She wa really doing it, she was really being spontaneous and rash and illogical. It made her insides flutter excitedly. She stepped aboard the train and took a seat in one of the many empty compartments, placing her bag on the floor in front of her.
As the train pulled out, she laid her head against the frosty window and breathed onto it. It fogged up the window considerably, and she was immediate to draw something in the slowly dying mist.
A heart.
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Snow fell on the ground outside the lovely school, glistening and white among the dark night and barely lit castle. It was empty, most everyone had gone home for Christmas break. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had stayed behind though. She said it was because she wasn't in the mood for going home and having to retaliate every detail of school life to her folks. Truth was, she just didn't want to talk of the last two months with them, or the last week for that matter.
The trio sat in the Great Hall quietly, watching as the few students from other houses waundered around in a stupid manner. Ron and Harry were playing wizards chess, while Hermione sort of stared at the Slytherin table. Draco wasn't there; as he told Professor Snape... he'd gone home for Christmas. Hermione caught herself wishing he'd stay'd. That would've given them enough time to maybe work through the gigantic obstacle they'd reached. But for now she figured she'd simply dwell on there last conversation.
"Harry." she said abruptly, turning to look at him. He was glaring at Ron's bishop, which had just taken out his Queen. "Yes Hermione?" he said through clenched teeth. She blinked stupidly, frowned, then turned away. "Nevermind." she muttered, sighing as she rested her chin on her arms. Pansy Parkinson had stayed for Christmas, as did (suprisingly) Crabbe and Goyle.
She felt her thoughts slipping slowly, and soon her mind was buzzing with a weird sort of emptiness. She rather liked it for the moment, she didn't have to play smart or think of anything. In fact, she couldn't even if she wanted to.
After a silent moment where Harry lost and they started a new game, Hermione looked at them. Ron was staring at her. "Yes?" she asked curtly, looking annoyed.
He shrugged. "You seem a bit off. Is something wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. What could possibly be wrong? I'm just dandy Ron, thank you for asking." She looked back to the Slytherin table, where Crabbe and Goyle and Pansy were arguing over something. Hermione sniffed defiantly and closed her eyes. Her whole body was aching for some reason, every muscle seemed to burn with each movement. "I think I'm going to head up to the common room you two, I'll see you later."
"Oh... okay then." Harry said, looking suddenly aware she was alive. She smiled half-heartedly and stood, making her way out of the Great Hall quickly. She noticed Dumbledore staring at her hard from the distant table, and blushed as she made her way out.
Hermione stopped abruptly in the Entrance Hall. It was dark for some reason, only the light from the Great Hall illuminating the otherwise black hall. She gulped as she cautiously walked toward the large front doors, cracking one open enough for her to get through.
It was even colder outside than it was inside, the wind was whipping painfully at her knee-high clad legs. She hadn't even bothered to go up and get a coat or something to warm her, in fact... she was enjoying the way the cold smacked her face, like a slap from reality. The reality being that she was growing, and her life was taking dramatic changes. It seemed like ages ago that she was in a sweet sort of abandon, only having to worry of her school work and her friends. Adding Draco into the ingridents caused a violent mix up. Not that she minded it, of course. But it was... She couldn't even describe it.
She walked towards the now iced-over lake, trodding carefully in the snow. Every once in a couple steps she sink deep into the snow, and a painful nip like hundreds of tiny knives would wash over her leg. But she'd just as simply take her leg back, and continue walking.
Now her legs were frozen and cold, numbed over completely. She was amazed she could even control them. She flopped herself into the snow, the biting cold immediately recognizable against her bottom. She didn't move though, even as her teeth began to chatter and her skin cooled considerably. Her lungs began to burn trying to breathe in this weather. She gulped, sniffling as she looked toward the horizon. There was nothing but darkness and clouds before her, and at that moment she wished she could just fly off into it.
Then she had an idea.
She stood and quickly trodded up to the castle, flinging open the doors and running as she made her way toward the staircase. She'd slip occasionally from the water now dripping off her, but would always regain her balance ever quickly.
She slid to a stop in front of the portrait of the Fat lady, panting against the wall. "P-P-Password?" the Fat Lady said cautiously, looking Hermione over curiously. "W-W-Walberdentia!" Hermione gasped. The portrait swung open quickly and Hermiome scrambled in. Harry and Ron had been inside, and stood quickly when she came dashing in. "Hermione!" Harry called. The two boys sprinted up after her, and landed in the girls dorm. Hermione was running about, changing her clothes as she did so and tossing a few things upon her bed. Ron looked confused.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?!" he said loudly, watchin her stumble and grab onto her dresser. "What does it look like I'm doing, you stupid prat?! I'm packing!" she shouted, pulling her leg through her pant leg and doing up the front.
Harry blinked stupidly. "Why are you packing?"
"Cause I'm running away."
"WHAT?!" They cried in unison. The two rushed over and began grabbing the things she was throwing onto her bed and placing them back into drawers. "What are you- Harry, let me have that- Ron, put my knickers- YOU TWO, STOP IT!" she yelled. They immediately stopped in there tracks, dropping whatever they had in hand. "Why can't I run away? You act like I'm not going to come back!"
"Because running away isn't something you'd do!" Harry replied hotly.
"Exactly! It's just not logical!" Ron added. This was the wrong thing to say.
"Why do I always have to be the logical one?!" she shouted, grabbing the things they'd dropped and throwing them onto her bed. "I'm always using my head about everything! Can't I just let loose for once!? Just once let me do things in a rash and spontaneous way! " she yelled, growing red in the face with anger. "Hermione, thats just not you though!" Ron said. He was, after all, experienced in arguing with Hermione.
"How do you know whats me or what isn't me?! How do you know I haven't been hiding myself! I'm growing Ron, I want to experience different things! I want to know I have other choices then being the one who keeps her cool!" she was panting heavily, glaring daggers in Ron's direction. He didn't respond, just stared open mouthed at her.
She sighed heavily. "Look." she began quietly, "I'm sorry Ron... and to you too Harry. But I need to get away from here. Just for a litle bit, and then I'll be back and refreshed. I'm going to do this, whether you let me have my things or not." Her eyes darted from Ron to Harry quickly, then she turned away from them and packed her things into her backpack. She turned to face them with a smile. "I'm telling you both this, I'll probably be back in a few days. Don't worry about me, okay?"
They nodded, staring stupidly. She smiled, hugged them both quickly, then bid them a farewell as she walked out of the dorm, out of the common room, and out of the castle. She'd be going to Hogsmeade, to catch the last train out to London. There... she wasn't sure what she was going to do. Maybe rent out a room at the Leaky Cauldron.
The train came to a halt slowly, the fond whistling of the brakes making Hermione smile. She wa really doing it, she was really being spontaneous and rash and illogical. It made her insides flutter excitedly. She stepped aboard the train and took a seat in one of the many empty compartments, placing her bag on the floor in front of her.
As the train pulled out, she laid her head against the frosty window and breathed onto it. It fogged up the window considerably, and she was immediate to draw something in the slowly dying mist.
A heart.
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