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Hermione sat, crumpled and crying, on the floor in her dorm room. She thought back to what she had just saw; why she was crying. When the thoughts melted back into her mind, she desperately tried to make them go away again. The scene was clear. She remembered fully, now.
She had walked downstairs to get her Hogwart's, A History book off the night stand in the common room. And she had heard muffled sounds. She remembered reaching the couch, and had stopped dead in her tracks. What had she seen? She knew perfectly well. Harry had been on the couch, entwined with some girl. Who was she? And they had been making out deeply. Hermione had turned and fled from the room, holding back her tears until she reached her dorm, and had then fallen to the floor in agony, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Why did it bother her so much that Harry was kissing another girl? It had never really bothered her before. He had kissed Cho, after-all, in his fifth year. But for some reason, even thinking about that bothered her now. She wiped her tears away furiously on the back of her nightgown's sleeve. Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming. Hermione jumped up and hopped into her bed, covering her face with her covers. She didn't want anyone to see her like this: Her eyes puffy red, and tear stained cheeks.
She heard the door open and close, and not too long after, she could make out voices.
"I am so tired. We've been up for two hours trying to finish our potion's essays." Said one voice. Hermione recognized it as Pansy.
"I know. God, Snape works the hell out of us, doesn't he? My hand hurts." Said another. Hermione instantly knew it was a girl named Bridgett Emberton, because of the foul language.
"Is Herms already asleep?" Hermione heard Pansy ask. Hermione gave a fake snore to convince them, and stirred a bit under the covers. "I suppose. Damn. She always gets her homework done before nine o'clock." Bridgett mumbled. Hermione heard a bed squeak, as Bridgett climbed into bed. Then there was another bed squeak. After a while, after no one had spoken and snores were heard, Hermione knew it was safe to cry herself to sleep. *
Sunlight poured into the small room through the window. A shard of it fell across Hermione's face, and she opened her eyes slowly. She yawned and stretched a bit, her hand brushing her pillow. Wait.
Why was her pillow moist? She caressed it skeptically. Then her memory came to her. Harry; the girl on the couch; Hermione crying util she had fallen asleep.
Hermione sat up in her bed, and stared towards the window. It was quite sunny. She knew it would be a beautiful day. However, she wasn't sure if it would be a good one.
Hermione changed into her robes, and walked over to the mirror that Pansy, Bridgett, and she shared. She cringed at the sight of herself. Her eyes were slightly puffy and bloodshot, and her hair was tangled and poofing out everywhere. She sighed, and took a deep breath. Oh well, she was going to have to make do with this look, until she could catch up with Pansy or Bridgett later on in the day. They always had makeup with them, and combs, which Hermione needed desperately at the moment.
Hermione gave up and made her way downstairs. She hoped it would be a good day. She just hoped. *
"Hey Herms!" A happy voice said. Hermione sighed and took a seat beside Harry, trying not to look too depressed or obvious. Harry smiled at her, and took a bite of eggs. "God", she thought. "He sure looks nice today." A swig of orange juice. "And look at his hair. Aw, it's so dark and messed up. He must not have combed it this morning." A bite of bacon. "His eyes are so pretty. Like, an electric green. Voltage green." Another bite of eggs. "His arms are so well toned and tan. I wonder.." She stopped day dreaming, when she noticed Harry was staring straight at her.
"Herms, are you okay?" He asked, concern in his voice. Hermione shrugged, and looked down at her plate of pancakes.
"Yeah, I'm okay Harry, thanks." But inside she wanted to scream, "What the hell were you doing with that girl last night, when you know I fucking love you!" She sighed and took a bite. The syrup tasted sour in her mouth, and stuck to her throat all the way down. *
An hour later, she followed Harry and Ron to Defense Against the Dark Arts. The teacher this semester was Professor Moody, as he had not died or been fired last year, like all the other Dark Arts teachers had throughout Hogwart's history. She took her seat in the front by Ron. Before Moody arrived, she figured she would have time to talk to Ron about last night.
"Ron," She started, poking him in the arm. Ron was flipping through his Chuddly Cannon's picture book.
"Uh-hum?" He asked, seeming not that interested. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Ron! I need to talk to you about something!" But as soon as she said it, Moody was heard clunking towards the front. Every other step made a "clunk" from his wooden leg. He stopped at his desk, and smiled at all the students.
"Good morning class. I trust you slept well." He took a sip from his hip flask. "Orange juice." He told Draco, who was giving him skeptical looks of disgust.
"I didn't sleep well." Hermione thought to herself. Actually, had she slept at all? She couldn't remember. And even if she had, it was probably for only a few hours.
"Well I had a rough night, myself." Moody said, walking to the front of his desk so everyone could see him. His magical eye was swiveling towards Hermione. His other eye was looking at the rest of the class. Hermione stared at him. Had he read her thoughts?
"Get out your reports, please. I told you all to write a three-page summary of why you should never use a counter curse on Centaurs. I trust you all did as I asked." Now his eye was swiveling around towards Ron, who was making soft groans, and looking frantically through his folder. *
After class was over, Hermione caught up with Ron, who was heading to his next class, Potions. That was her class, too.
"Ron! Wait a minute! Please! I need to talk to you about something." She grabbed his arm. Ron stared at her, penetrating her with his blue eyes.
"Herms, didn't you say that to me in Moody's class?" Hermione gaped at him. "Yes! But, well, Moody came in, and I didn't want to get in trouble. But now we can talk." Ron shrugged.
"Okay." He stopped at a portrait, and ran his fingers through his hair. "Ask away." Hermione took a deep breath, taking her eyes from all the students flooding through the halls, and locked eyes with Ron's.
"I saw Harry with some girl last night." She waited for a burst of words from him, but they never came.
"So?" He said, giving her a strange look.
"Well! They were kissing!" She huffed, stamping her foot impatiently on the stone floor. Ron shrugged.
"Okay? What do you want me to do about it?" He stared at her. Hermione's hopes sank, realizing that it was dumb to tell him. She sighed.
"I don't know."
"Well, come on, then. We are going to be late for class." He said, grabbing her arm, and he led her to Potion's. *
Hermione sat, crumpled and crying, on the floor in her dorm room. She thought back to what she had just saw; why she was crying. When the thoughts melted back into her mind, she desperately tried to make them go away again. The scene was clear. She remembered fully, now.
She had walked downstairs to get her Hogwart's, A History book off the night stand in the common room. And she had heard muffled sounds. She remembered reaching the couch, and had stopped dead in her tracks. What had she seen? She knew perfectly well. Harry had been on the couch, entwined with some girl. Who was she? And they had been making out deeply. Hermione had turned and fled from the room, holding back her tears until she reached her dorm, and had then fallen to the floor in agony, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Why did it bother her so much that Harry was kissing another girl? It had never really bothered her before. He had kissed Cho, after-all, in his fifth year. But for some reason, even thinking about that bothered her now. She wiped her tears away furiously on the back of her nightgown's sleeve. Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming. Hermione jumped up and hopped into her bed, covering her face with her covers. She didn't want anyone to see her like this: Her eyes puffy red, and tear stained cheeks.
She heard the door open and close, and not too long after, she could make out voices.
"I am so tired. We've been up for two hours trying to finish our potion's essays." Said one voice. Hermione recognized it as Pansy.
"I know. God, Snape works the hell out of us, doesn't he? My hand hurts." Said another. Hermione instantly knew it was a girl named Bridgett Emberton, because of the foul language.
"Is Herms already asleep?" Hermione heard Pansy ask. Hermione gave a fake snore to convince them, and stirred a bit under the covers. "I suppose. Damn. She always gets her homework done before nine o'clock." Bridgett mumbled. Hermione heard a bed squeak, as Bridgett climbed into bed. Then there was another bed squeak. After a while, after no one had spoken and snores were heard, Hermione knew it was safe to cry herself to sleep. *
Sunlight poured into the small room through the window. A shard of it fell across Hermione's face, and she opened her eyes slowly. She yawned and stretched a bit, her hand brushing her pillow. Wait.
Why was her pillow moist? She caressed it skeptically. Then her memory came to her. Harry; the girl on the couch; Hermione crying util she had fallen asleep.
Hermione sat up in her bed, and stared towards the window. It was quite sunny. She knew it would be a beautiful day. However, she wasn't sure if it would be a good one.
Hermione changed into her robes, and walked over to the mirror that Pansy, Bridgett, and she shared. She cringed at the sight of herself. Her eyes were slightly puffy and bloodshot, and her hair was tangled and poofing out everywhere. She sighed, and took a deep breath. Oh well, she was going to have to make do with this look, until she could catch up with Pansy or Bridgett later on in the day. They always had makeup with them, and combs, which Hermione needed desperately at the moment.
Hermione gave up and made her way downstairs. She hoped it would be a good day. She just hoped. *
"Hey Herms!" A happy voice said. Hermione sighed and took a seat beside Harry, trying not to look too depressed or obvious. Harry smiled at her, and took a bite of eggs. "God", she thought. "He sure looks nice today." A swig of orange juice. "And look at his hair. Aw, it's so dark and messed up. He must not have combed it this morning." A bite of bacon. "His eyes are so pretty. Like, an electric green. Voltage green." Another bite of eggs. "His arms are so well toned and tan. I wonder.." She stopped day dreaming, when she noticed Harry was staring straight at her.
"Herms, are you okay?" He asked, concern in his voice. Hermione shrugged, and looked down at her plate of pancakes.
"Yeah, I'm okay Harry, thanks." But inside she wanted to scream, "What the hell were you doing with that girl last night, when you know I fucking love you!" She sighed and took a bite. The syrup tasted sour in her mouth, and stuck to her throat all the way down. *
An hour later, she followed Harry and Ron to Defense Against the Dark Arts. The teacher this semester was Professor Moody, as he had not died or been fired last year, like all the other Dark Arts teachers had throughout Hogwart's history. She took her seat in the front by Ron. Before Moody arrived, she figured she would have time to talk to Ron about last night.
"Ron," She started, poking him in the arm. Ron was flipping through his Chuddly Cannon's picture book.
"Uh-hum?" He asked, seeming not that interested. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Ron! I need to talk to you about something!" But as soon as she said it, Moody was heard clunking towards the front. Every other step made a "clunk" from his wooden leg. He stopped at his desk, and smiled at all the students.
"Good morning class. I trust you slept well." He took a sip from his hip flask. "Orange juice." He told Draco, who was giving him skeptical looks of disgust.
"I didn't sleep well." Hermione thought to herself. Actually, had she slept at all? She couldn't remember. And even if she had, it was probably for only a few hours.
"Well I had a rough night, myself." Moody said, walking to the front of his desk so everyone could see him. His magical eye was swiveling towards Hermione. His other eye was looking at the rest of the class. Hermione stared at him. Had he read her thoughts?
"Get out your reports, please. I told you all to write a three-page summary of why you should never use a counter curse on Centaurs. I trust you all did as I asked." Now his eye was swiveling around towards Ron, who was making soft groans, and looking frantically through his folder. *
After class was over, Hermione caught up with Ron, who was heading to his next class, Potions. That was her class, too.
"Ron! Wait a minute! Please! I need to talk to you about something." She grabbed his arm. Ron stared at her, penetrating her with his blue eyes.
"Herms, didn't you say that to me in Moody's class?" Hermione gaped at him. "Yes! But, well, Moody came in, and I didn't want to get in trouble. But now we can talk." Ron shrugged.
"Okay." He stopped at a portrait, and ran his fingers through his hair. "Ask away." Hermione took a deep breath, taking her eyes from all the students flooding through the halls, and locked eyes with Ron's.
"I saw Harry with some girl last night." She waited for a burst of words from him, but they never came.
"So?" He said, giving her a strange look.
"Well! They were kissing!" She huffed, stamping her foot impatiently on the stone floor. Ron shrugged.
"Okay? What do you want me to do about it?" He stared at her. Hermione's hopes sank, realizing that it was dumb to tell him. She sighed.
"I don't know."
"Well, come on, then. We are going to be late for class." He said, grabbing her arm, and he led her to Potion's. *