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"You do. Come on, just tell me if you like him. I swear to God that I shall never, ever, spill your secret. Please." He gripped her hand tighter. Hermione looked into his eyes. For a brief minute, they were about three inches away from eachother's face, and Hermione thought they were going to kiss, but Ron sat back.
"So? Are you going to tell me, or not?" Hermione just stared at him. This wasn't good at all. Something was wrong. Now her heart was telling her that she liked someone else. She gulped, and wiped at her tears again, still holding hands with her friend, Ron.
*
"Yeah, and they were all over each other on the armchair! I mean, Harry was like, grabbing at her tits, and Natalie was totally grabbing his ass!" Bridgett exclaimed to Pansy and Hermione one afternoon. All three girls were situated on their own bed in the dorm. Hermione picked up a teddy bear that Harry had gotten her for her birthday and squeezed it to her chest. She wished she had one from Ron.
"Oh my god, like, I know! And Harry was practically eating her face!" Pansy interjected, bouncing up and down on her bed. She let her legs fly out from under her, and she flopped down on her bed, giggling.
Hermione watched the girls with disgust. "You two, can you please stop talking about what happened this morning?" Pansy and Bridgett glanced her way, and gave her a sly look.
"See? You DO like that Potter dude. Like we said, it's totally okay, I mean, like he is totally fine"-
"I don't like him!" Hermione said, cutting Bridgett off, this time really meaning it. Bridgett shrugged.
"Whatever." She stood up and walked to the mirror, admiring her self and checking her pants for spots. "Listen guys, I am about to go downstairs and have dinner with Fred Weasley. How do I look?" She spun around, and Pansy "oohed" and "awed".
"You look fine, Bridgett." Hermione said, again truthfully. Bridgett was indeed, in truth, a very pretty girl. She just had a loud mouth, and cussed too much. Hermione looked at Bridgett's outfit: A pair of tight black jeans with slits on the side, and a long-sleeved white top with a picture of a kitten on it that said "The cat's meow." She had her wavy brown hair pulled up in a messy bun, with curls hanging down in front, framing her face. She also had on some hoop earrings.
"Good. Oh well, it doesn't matter. I won't have this on for half the night anyway." Bridgett said in a low seductive voice. She winked at Hermione and Pansy. Pansy burst out in a fit of giggles.
"Oh my god! You with Fred Weasley? That is so sick! He's like, so lanky and tall! Eww!" She covered her mouth, and laughed into it. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Have fun." Is all Hermione said, and turned and laid down on her bed, still hugging the teddy bear to her chest. How come all her friends were getting dates, while she just cried at night about how lonely she was? She sighed, and closed her eyes. Before she knew it, she was asleep.
*
The next morning, Hermione woke up in a surprisingly good mood. Maybe the day would go well. She hoped so.
Hermione rolled out of bed, and trudged over to her trunk, where she pulled out her robes and stockings. The she dug around for the familiar Hogwart's gray vest and her black skirt. Oh, there they were. As she grabbed for them, she heard a voice that belonged to someone that was NOT supposed to be in there.
"Ron!" She screamed, covering herself up and standing there in her bra. She franticly tried to hide her chest with her robe. But Ron wasn't even looking at her that way. He was staring at her through blurry eyes. A tear was now making its was down his freckled cheek. Hermione gaped at him.
"Ron? Oh my god, are you okay?" She asked. Ron shook his head, and walked over to her bed, sitting down on it and placing his head in his hands. Soon his body was shaking with sobs. Hermione tugged on her vest, and walked over, taking a seat beside him. She wrapped her arms around him. Ron sniffed.
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" She asked, giving him a squeeze. Ron looked up. His eyes were red, and his face was extremely moist. He nodded, giving a few more sniffs.
"Fred had an accident last night. He's hurt." He gave another snort and wiped his face on his sleeve. Hermione blinked, and stared at him, as if she hadn't understood what he had just said.
"What? How..?" She took her arms away from Ron, and just sat, staring. Ron sighed.
"He was out with some girl last night. Like, Brenda or something. And they went outside for a walk. They had gotten kind of close to the woods, and, well, they were attacked." Hermione guffawed, her mouth open and her eyes wide.
"Oh my god. By what, Ron? What attacked them?" She grabbed Ron's hand, and held it up to her chest. Ron stared at his hand on her chest, and then looked up into her eyes. Both of their eyes were slightly blurry now. He swallowed hard, and squeezed his eyes shut.
"By a dementor. Fred is injured horribly."
"And Bridgett?" Hermione asked, letting go of Ron's hand. Ron stared at her, his voice quavered.
"She was killed."
*
"You do. Come on, just tell me if you like him. I swear to God that I shall never, ever, spill your secret. Please." He gripped her hand tighter. Hermione looked into his eyes. For a brief minute, they were about three inches away from eachother's face, and Hermione thought they were going to kiss, but Ron sat back.
"So? Are you going to tell me, or not?" Hermione just stared at him. This wasn't good at all. Something was wrong. Now her heart was telling her that she liked someone else. She gulped, and wiped at her tears again, still holding hands with her friend, Ron.
*
"Yeah, and they were all over each other on the armchair! I mean, Harry was like, grabbing at her tits, and Natalie was totally grabbing his ass!" Bridgett exclaimed to Pansy and Hermione one afternoon. All three girls were situated on their own bed in the dorm. Hermione picked up a teddy bear that Harry had gotten her for her birthday and squeezed it to her chest. She wished she had one from Ron.
"Oh my god, like, I know! And Harry was practically eating her face!" Pansy interjected, bouncing up and down on her bed. She let her legs fly out from under her, and she flopped down on her bed, giggling.
Hermione watched the girls with disgust. "You two, can you please stop talking about what happened this morning?" Pansy and Bridgett glanced her way, and gave her a sly look.
"See? You DO like that Potter dude. Like we said, it's totally okay, I mean, like he is totally fine"-
"I don't like him!" Hermione said, cutting Bridgett off, this time really meaning it. Bridgett shrugged.
"Whatever." She stood up and walked to the mirror, admiring her self and checking her pants for spots. "Listen guys, I am about to go downstairs and have dinner with Fred Weasley. How do I look?" She spun around, and Pansy "oohed" and "awed".
"You look fine, Bridgett." Hermione said, again truthfully. Bridgett was indeed, in truth, a very pretty girl. She just had a loud mouth, and cussed too much. Hermione looked at Bridgett's outfit: A pair of tight black jeans with slits on the side, and a long-sleeved white top with a picture of a kitten on it that said "The cat's meow." She had her wavy brown hair pulled up in a messy bun, with curls hanging down in front, framing her face. She also had on some hoop earrings.
"Good. Oh well, it doesn't matter. I won't have this on for half the night anyway." Bridgett said in a low seductive voice. She winked at Hermione and Pansy. Pansy burst out in a fit of giggles.
"Oh my god! You with Fred Weasley? That is so sick! He's like, so lanky and tall! Eww!" She covered her mouth, and laughed into it. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Have fun." Is all Hermione said, and turned and laid down on her bed, still hugging the teddy bear to her chest. How come all her friends were getting dates, while she just cried at night about how lonely she was? She sighed, and closed her eyes. Before she knew it, she was asleep.
*
The next morning, Hermione woke up in a surprisingly good mood. Maybe the day would go well. She hoped so.
Hermione rolled out of bed, and trudged over to her trunk, where she pulled out her robes and stockings. The she dug around for the familiar Hogwart's gray vest and her black skirt. Oh, there they were. As she grabbed for them, she heard a voice that belonged to someone that was NOT supposed to be in there.
"Ron!" She screamed, covering herself up and standing there in her bra. She franticly tried to hide her chest with her robe. But Ron wasn't even looking at her that way. He was staring at her through blurry eyes. A tear was now making its was down his freckled cheek. Hermione gaped at him.
"Ron? Oh my god, are you okay?" She asked. Ron shook his head, and walked over to her bed, sitting down on it and placing his head in his hands. Soon his body was shaking with sobs. Hermione tugged on her vest, and walked over, taking a seat beside him. She wrapped her arms around him. Ron sniffed.
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" She asked, giving him a squeeze. Ron looked up. His eyes were red, and his face was extremely moist. He nodded, giving a few more sniffs.
"Fred had an accident last night. He's hurt." He gave another snort and wiped his face on his sleeve. Hermione blinked, and stared at him, as if she hadn't understood what he had just said.
"What? How..?" She took her arms away from Ron, and just sat, staring. Ron sighed.
"He was out with some girl last night. Like, Brenda or something. And they went outside for a walk. They had gotten kind of close to the woods, and, well, they were attacked." Hermione guffawed, her mouth open and her eyes wide.
"Oh my god. By what, Ron? What attacked them?" She grabbed Ron's hand, and held it up to her chest. Ron stared at his hand on her chest, and then looked up into her eyes. Both of their eyes were slightly blurry now. He swallowed hard, and squeezed his eyes shut.
"By a dementor. Fred is injured horribly."
"And Bridgett?" Hermione asked, letting go of Ron's hand. Ron stared at her, his voice quavered.
"She was killed."
*