Chapter 3 - Questions
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, if I did I would keep him in a huge, glass jar at the end of my bed.
A warm ray of sunlight shone in through the girl's dormitory window and on to the face of Hermione Granger. She opened her eyes and stretched, welcoming in the new day. Yawning widely, she remembered the lovely dream had had that night. After leaving the Room of Requirement and Ron she had went to her own bed and fell asleep, dreaming that she and Ron were lying in some fields of flowers near the Burrow. Ron was holding her tightly in his arms and was talking to her softly about everyday things; making her laugh as usual (Ron was probably the only person who could make her really laugh). The only other sound was that of the birds singing and the light breeze blowing over them.
But, all good things come to an end and as morning approached the dream faded into nothing but another fantasy which would remain trapped in her mind; secluded from reality.
'Ron . . .' she murmured sadly against her pillow, recalling the previous night in her mind. She had really wanted to stay with him but there was a place and a time for that kind of thing. Hopefully that place and time would come soon. She began to wonder how Ron was feeling after the last night while she got dressed into her usual clothes as they had been given some time off classes as a holiday.
I hope he's not too sick, she thought as she pulled her red gypsy top over her head.
'Hi Hermione', Parvati said getting out of bed. Hermione jumped around to see Parvati stretching.
'Oh, good morning', she said cheerfully.
'What are you so happy about?' Parvati asked looking suspiciously at Hermione.
'Well, it's a beautiful day and we have the whole day free. Now what should I wear?'
'That doesn't sound like you', Parvati laughed, 'Usually you're dying to start school work.'
'We can't work all the time', Hermione said, 'Do you think I should wear the light or dark blue jeans?' she held up the two pairs to let Parvati help her.
'Light blue', Parvati decided, 'To bring out your eyes.' Hermione pulled on the light blue jeans and waited for Parvati to get dressed so they could leave the dormitory together.
Hermione smiled, thinking about Ron and hurrying out of the dormitory to see him. However, when she opened the door she grew worried as nearly all of the Gryffindors including Professor McGonagall were standing in a large group near the entrance to the Common Room. Everyone turned to face Hermione as she came running down the stairs.
'What's wrong?' she cried as she reached the bottom. Harry quickly stepped forward and grabbed Hermione's arm.
'Hermione, you should go back to your dormitory for a moment . . .' Harry began.
'But why?' Hermione persisted. 'What's wrong? Is it Voldemort?' she asked Harry worryingly.
'Miss Granger', Professor McGonagall said, coming over, 'Please go to your room.'
Ron came hurrying over, with a look of concern in his eyes, 'Hermione, 'Trust me, this is nothing to worry about. It's just that someone's playing a trick on you and you don't need to see this.'
Hermione was now slightly angry that no one was telling her anything. She looked at the group and saw that they were standing in front of something written on the wall.
'What's that?' she demanded. Before anyone could answer she roughly pushed past everyone and the group to see what they were hiding. Her mouth dropped open in utter shock when she saw what was written on the wall. It was put there by some kind of spell and glowed bright green in large letters.
MUDBLOOD FUCKED SLEAZY WEASLEY LAST NIGHT
Granger's always top of the class, But never fails to get a guy up her ass, She walks around with her legs never shut, Fucking any guy who's up for a slut. Any of you desperate? Well she is too, She'll fuck you anywhere; even in the loo! Last night was no exception, She gave Ron Weasley one hell of an erection! So come on, line up! Who's next in the queue? Who I am I on about? Well I'll give you a clue; She's dirty by nature and dirty by blood, Yes, it's Hermione; the filthy Mudblood!
Tears swelled up in Hermione's eyes as she turned to face the group.
'Who-who-who did this?' she stammered, the tears falling from her eyes, pointing angrily at the sign. She had to use all her self control to stop herself shaking. 'Who wrote this?' she demanded.
'We didn't want you to see this Miss Granger. It is simply someone's sick idea of a horrible, nasty joke and it means nothing. It is being sorted.'
'A joke?' Hermione cried the tears now falling faster. 'I'm not laughing!' How could anyone know about her and Ron? She couldn't even begin to imagine who wrote it. Obviously it was one of the Gryffindors as no one else knew the password. The poem was disgusting and untrue; she hadn't had sex with Ron. Hermione looked at everyone for an explanation.
'I assure you Miss Granger I am doing everything I can to find out who played this nasty trick on you.' Professor McGonagall told her. Hermione looked at Ron who was determinedly looking down. He had obviously been affected by the joke too.
The day went by very slowly; Professor McGonagall had inquested all of the students in Gryffindor but so far she had been unsuccessful. The writing would not come off the wall as the spell used had been very strong. Harry was one of the very few people who would talk to her and Ron was embarrassed around her. Later that day Ron met her as she was coming from the toilets. It was the first time all day he had said anything to her. She was absolutely mortified. How could anyone know that she even like Ron? Although she didn't have sex with him someone had jumped to that conclusion if he or she saw Ron with her the last night.
'Ron!' she cried as soon as she saw him.
'No wait, Hermione', he said quickly, 'Please listen to me first.' Hermione stopped and listened straight away, it was the least she could do after getting him dragged into that crude poem. It was partly her fault after all; she had taken him into the Room of Requirement with her - alone. 'I hope you don't think I've been avoiding you all day it's just that I thought it was best to not encourage the rumours by not talking to each other.' Hermione wanted to say, 'I understand', but she had to listen first. 'It's just that, I have wanted to talk to you but if this had have got out of hand then the whole school would know. McGonagall made all the Gryffindors promise not to spread this around. I've been wanting to talk to you all day.
I want to talk about this. Well, to first say that I think this is some horrible joke and I think anyone could have done this even though other students don't know the password. And to secondly say that I don't believe you're anything like the way you're portrayed in that poem . . . if you could call it a poem.' Hermione sighed, Ron was obviously suffering because of this and he was putting on a brave face, smiling that smile she loved so much. 'But I do want to ask you some questions', he went on, 'But you can speak first if you want.'
Hermione looked at Ron and wanted so badly to fling her arms around him and break down crying. 'I don't have a clue who wrote that poem and not a single word of it is true.' She finished and looked hard at Ron.
'Is that all?' he asked.
'Well . . . yes', Hermione said.
'Look you do understand why I'm asking you that Hermione?' Ron said quietly. 'I mean, wouldn't you be asking the same question if you woke up in the Room of Requirement with your trousers opened . . . on a bed.' Hermione felt her face turn crimson again. How could she be so thoughtless as to expect Ron not to ask questions. 'I woke up this morning in the room and I thought for a while I'd done something stupid while I was drunk but I can't remember anything. And then when I went into the Common Room that, that 'poem' was written on the wall and I thought that maybe you'd be the person to fill in what happened to me last night.' Ron stopped speaking and looked at Hermione desperately.
Oh no! He thinks I had sex with him! Hermione thought. She had to put his mind to rest.
'The thing is Ron . . .' Ron was now looking at her even more desperately so she had to think fast. 'Last night you were very drunk and sick so when I saw you in the corridors I thought I'd better help you. So I took you to the Room of Requirement and put you on the bed to sleep.'
'But, my trousers . . .' Ron went on, his ears burning red with embarrassment.
'Oh . . .' Hermione thought it was best to tell the truth. 'We, we . . . kissed.'
'And . . .' Ron whole face was now red.
'And that's it. We nearly went a bit further but I thought that since were just friends', she said reluctantly although she wished more than anything that they were more than friends, 'we should stop but when I went to help you zip your jeans you had rolled over and went to sleep.'
'Oh . . .' Ron sighed, looking very relieved but for a split second Hermione thought she could see a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. 'That's ok. For a long time I thought we had actually done something and the last thing I want to do is ruin a friendship with you Hermione.' Hermione smiled at his openness. 'I was worried we had done something we might regret.' Hermione decided he truly just wanted to be friends with her and her heart sank when he said this, but she couldn't help loving him even more for being so honourable. But something dawned on him, 'Ummmmmmmm, about that kiss', he said blushing furiously, 'I didn't force you to or anything, did I?'
'No, no, no, no . . .' Hermione cried, 'No, you'd never do anything like that', she paused thinking quickly. 'To be perfectly honest I was a little drunk too', she lied, 'and I encouraged it but luckily I wasn't to drunk to continue.'
'Oh', said Ron putting on a relieved expression, 'Oh, you were drunk. Well lucky you stopped it before I got out of hand', he went on trying to sound sensible.
'Oh yes', Hermione said, trying to sound sensible also and agreeing.
'Yes . . .' Ron nodded his head, 'who knows what could have happened.'
'Yes . . .' Hermione said nodding also.
'Er-hem', Ron said clearing his throat, 'Well, I'm glad we got that sorted out and umm thanks for clearing that up.'
'No problem.' Hermione said, noticing they were both sounding very formal. 'Oh and I, er don't know how anyone could have known . . .'
'Oh don't worry', he said smiling, 'I'm sure it's some silly prank. It'll be forgotten about in a day or so.'
'Yeah', Hermione said smiling back. 'Well I've got to go', she said trying to get away from the awkward situation, 'I have to go to get lunch in the Great Hall.'
'Oh, me too', Ron said, 'I'll walk you over.' He turned to walk beside Hermione and she had never felt so awkward in all her life. A few times Ron looked as if he were about to tell her something but decided against it.
As they opened the doors to the Great Hall a huge cheer welcomed them from inside. Everyone stood up and clapped. The teachers looked worried and tried to calm the students. Suddenly someone from the Slytherin table shouted, 'And here come the lovely couple now!' Ron and Hermione both felt their whole bodies turn red and without any warning the Slytherins started chanting the poem written in the Gryffindor Common Room.
'Granger's always top of the class, But never fails to get a guy up her ass, She walks around with her legs never shut, Fucking any guy who's up for a slut. Any of you desperate? Well she is too, She'll fuck you anywhere; even in the loo! Last night was no exception, She gave Ron Weasley one hell of an erection! So come on, line up! Who's next in the queue? Who I am I on about? Well I'll give you a clue; She's dirty by nature and dirty by blood, Yes, it's Hermione; the filthy Mudblood!'
How could they know? Hermione thought, nearly collapsing with embarrassment. It must have got spread around!
The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were laughing and the Gryffindors just sat staring at the floor, obviously hoping the teachers wouldn't think they had told everyone. Swiftly turning with her hands over her eyes to hide the stream of tears Hermione ran from the Great Hall and up to her dormitory, where she just cried and cried. No one came to her dormitory, hoping to avoid her and she heard McGonagall telling the Gryffindors off.
'HONESTLY! HAVE NONE OF YOU HEARD OF LOYALTY AND RESPECT!'
She never wanted to leave the room for the rest of her life. Poor Ron! Now he would feel this way too! This was all her fault. All she could do was cry until her face burned from the tears. This had been the worst day of her life; Ron nearly found out her secret and now their was a nasty rumour going around about her involving the person she loved most in the whole world.
'Ron!' she sobbed into her pillow.
The girls who shared her room didn't come up at all and she thought McGonagall had told them to get another room to give her some space. The day darkened and the stars came out in the sky. When everything was quiet she decided to go downstairs and try to get rid of the mess on the walls. She knew that the spell was very powerful and would take a long time to erase but she could at least write something over it in the same spell to hide the writing. It was around 3 am when she walked into the dark Common Room. She immediately expected to see the horrible poem written in shiny green, glowing out at her on the wall, but instead she saw something different written over it in red and gold writing in the same place where the green writing had previously been. Someone had gotten to it before her and she was surprised to see what was written in its place.
THE SMARTEST GIRL IN SCHOOL
Out of all the girls at Hogwarts school, There's only one girl who's dignified and cool, She's smart, pure, innocent and true, If there's one friend to count on, (And there are only a few), Hermione's the one, she's always sincere, Whether she's in the classroom, there or here. So don't believe rumours, or writing on the wall, Hermione's the best girl; she beats them all!
RON WROTE THIS AND THE PREVIOUS WRITIING (WHICH WAS ALL LIES) WAS WRITTEN BY SOME SLIMEY GIT AND WHEN I FIND OUT WHO IT WAS HE OR SHE WON'T NEED TO BUY EXTENDABLE EARS CAUSE I'LL MAKE SURE HIS/HER OWN WILL BE EXTENDABLE ENOUGH!!!!!!
Hermione felt her legs turn to jelly.
'Ron', she breathed. Ron had gone and done some revision to write over the spell so that Hermione wouldn't have to face the same mortification the next morning. She had just fallen in love with him even more. He was the sweetest person she knew for writing this and she wished now more than anything else in the whole world she could go upstairs and climb into Ron's bed.
Now, the morning wouldn't be so bad . . .
Awwwwww *wipes a tear away* I'll get the next chapter up soon. THERE'S MORE TO COME HERMIONE, DON'T BE SO RELIEVED JUST YET!!!!
*taps glass - ARE YOU OK IN THERE HARRY?*
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, if I did I would keep him in a huge, glass jar at the end of my bed.
A warm ray of sunlight shone in through the girl's dormitory window and on to the face of Hermione Granger. She opened her eyes and stretched, welcoming in the new day. Yawning widely, she remembered the lovely dream had had that night. After leaving the Room of Requirement and Ron she had went to her own bed and fell asleep, dreaming that she and Ron were lying in some fields of flowers near the Burrow. Ron was holding her tightly in his arms and was talking to her softly about everyday things; making her laugh as usual (Ron was probably the only person who could make her really laugh). The only other sound was that of the birds singing and the light breeze blowing over them.
But, all good things come to an end and as morning approached the dream faded into nothing but another fantasy which would remain trapped in her mind; secluded from reality.
'Ron . . .' she murmured sadly against her pillow, recalling the previous night in her mind. She had really wanted to stay with him but there was a place and a time for that kind of thing. Hopefully that place and time would come soon. She began to wonder how Ron was feeling after the last night while she got dressed into her usual clothes as they had been given some time off classes as a holiday.
I hope he's not too sick, she thought as she pulled her red gypsy top over her head.
'Hi Hermione', Parvati said getting out of bed. Hermione jumped around to see Parvati stretching.
'Oh, good morning', she said cheerfully.
'What are you so happy about?' Parvati asked looking suspiciously at Hermione.
'Well, it's a beautiful day and we have the whole day free. Now what should I wear?'
'That doesn't sound like you', Parvati laughed, 'Usually you're dying to start school work.'
'We can't work all the time', Hermione said, 'Do you think I should wear the light or dark blue jeans?' she held up the two pairs to let Parvati help her.
'Light blue', Parvati decided, 'To bring out your eyes.' Hermione pulled on the light blue jeans and waited for Parvati to get dressed so they could leave the dormitory together.
Hermione smiled, thinking about Ron and hurrying out of the dormitory to see him. However, when she opened the door she grew worried as nearly all of the Gryffindors including Professor McGonagall were standing in a large group near the entrance to the Common Room. Everyone turned to face Hermione as she came running down the stairs.
'What's wrong?' she cried as she reached the bottom. Harry quickly stepped forward and grabbed Hermione's arm.
'Hermione, you should go back to your dormitory for a moment . . .' Harry began.
'But why?' Hermione persisted. 'What's wrong? Is it Voldemort?' she asked Harry worryingly.
'Miss Granger', Professor McGonagall said, coming over, 'Please go to your room.'
Ron came hurrying over, with a look of concern in his eyes, 'Hermione, 'Trust me, this is nothing to worry about. It's just that someone's playing a trick on you and you don't need to see this.'
Hermione was now slightly angry that no one was telling her anything. She looked at the group and saw that they were standing in front of something written on the wall.
'What's that?' she demanded. Before anyone could answer she roughly pushed past everyone and the group to see what they were hiding. Her mouth dropped open in utter shock when she saw what was written on the wall. It was put there by some kind of spell and glowed bright green in large letters.
MUDBLOOD FUCKED SLEAZY WEASLEY LAST NIGHT
Granger's always top of the class, But never fails to get a guy up her ass, She walks around with her legs never shut, Fucking any guy who's up for a slut. Any of you desperate? Well she is too, She'll fuck you anywhere; even in the loo! Last night was no exception, She gave Ron Weasley one hell of an erection! So come on, line up! Who's next in the queue? Who I am I on about? Well I'll give you a clue; She's dirty by nature and dirty by blood, Yes, it's Hermione; the filthy Mudblood!
Tears swelled up in Hermione's eyes as she turned to face the group.
'Who-who-who did this?' she stammered, the tears falling from her eyes, pointing angrily at the sign. She had to use all her self control to stop herself shaking. 'Who wrote this?' she demanded.
'We didn't want you to see this Miss Granger. It is simply someone's sick idea of a horrible, nasty joke and it means nothing. It is being sorted.'
'A joke?' Hermione cried the tears now falling faster. 'I'm not laughing!' How could anyone know about her and Ron? She couldn't even begin to imagine who wrote it. Obviously it was one of the Gryffindors as no one else knew the password. The poem was disgusting and untrue; she hadn't had sex with Ron. Hermione looked at everyone for an explanation.
'I assure you Miss Granger I am doing everything I can to find out who played this nasty trick on you.' Professor McGonagall told her. Hermione looked at Ron who was determinedly looking down. He had obviously been affected by the joke too.
The day went by very slowly; Professor McGonagall had inquested all of the students in Gryffindor but so far she had been unsuccessful. The writing would not come off the wall as the spell used had been very strong. Harry was one of the very few people who would talk to her and Ron was embarrassed around her. Later that day Ron met her as she was coming from the toilets. It was the first time all day he had said anything to her. She was absolutely mortified. How could anyone know that she even like Ron? Although she didn't have sex with him someone had jumped to that conclusion if he or she saw Ron with her the last night.
'Ron!' she cried as soon as she saw him.
'No wait, Hermione', he said quickly, 'Please listen to me first.' Hermione stopped and listened straight away, it was the least she could do after getting him dragged into that crude poem. It was partly her fault after all; she had taken him into the Room of Requirement with her - alone. 'I hope you don't think I've been avoiding you all day it's just that I thought it was best to not encourage the rumours by not talking to each other.' Hermione wanted to say, 'I understand', but she had to listen first. 'It's just that, I have wanted to talk to you but if this had have got out of hand then the whole school would know. McGonagall made all the Gryffindors promise not to spread this around. I've been wanting to talk to you all day.
I want to talk about this. Well, to first say that I think this is some horrible joke and I think anyone could have done this even though other students don't know the password. And to secondly say that I don't believe you're anything like the way you're portrayed in that poem . . . if you could call it a poem.' Hermione sighed, Ron was obviously suffering because of this and he was putting on a brave face, smiling that smile she loved so much. 'But I do want to ask you some questions', he went on, 'But you can speak first if you want.'
Hermione looked at Ron and wanted so badly to fling her arms around him and break down crying. 'I don't have a clue who wrote that poem and not a single word of it is true.' She finished and looked hard at Ron.
'Is that all?' he asked.
'Well . . . yes', Hermione said.
'Look you do understand why I'm asking you that Hermione?' Ron said quietly. 'I mean, wouldn't you be asking the same question if you woke up in the Room of Requirement with your trousers opened . . . on a bed.' Hermione felt her face turn crimson again. How could she be so thoughtless as to expect Ron not to ask questions. 'I woke up this morning in the room and I thought for a while I'd done something stupid while I was drunk but I can't remember anything. And then when I went into the Common Room that, that 'poem' was written on the wall and I thought that maybe you'd be the person to fill in what happened to me last night.' Ron stopped speaking and looked at Hermione desperately.
Oh no! He thinks I had sex with him! Hermione thought. She had to put his mind to rest.
'The thing is Ron . . .' Ron was now looking at her even more desperately so she had to think fast. 'Last night you were very drunk and sick so when I saw you in the corridors I thought I'd better help you. So I took you to the Room of Requirement and put you on the bed to sleep.'
'But, my trousers . . .' Ron went on, his ears burning red with embarrassment.
'Oh . . .' Hermione thought it was best to tell the truth. 'We, we . . . kissed.'
'And . . .' Ron whole face was now red.
'And that's it. We nearly went a bit further but I thought that since were just friends', she said reluctantly although she wished more than anything that they were more than friends, 'we should stop but when I went to help you zip your jeans you had rolled over and went to sleep.'
'Oh . . .' Ron sighed, looking very relieved but for a split second Hermione thought she could see a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. 'That's ok. For a long time I thought we had actually done something and the last thing I want to do is ruin a friendship with you Hermione.' Hermione smiled at his openness. 'I was worried we had done something we might regret.' Hermione decided he truly just wanted to be friends with her and her heart sank when he said this, but she couldn't help loving him even more for being so honourable. But something dawned on him, 'Ummmmmmmm, about that kiss', he said blushing furiously, 'I didn't force you to or anything, did I?'
'No, no, no, no . . .' Hermione cried, 'No, you'd never do anything like that', she paused thinking quickly. 'To be perfectly honest I was a little drunk too', she lied, 'and I encouraged it but luckily I wasn't to drunk to continue.'
'Oh', said Ron putting on a relieved expression, 'Oh, you were drunk. Well lucky you stopped it before I got out of hand', he went on trying to sound sensible.
'Oh yes', Hermione said, trying to sound sensible also and agreeing.
'Yes . . .' Ron nodded his head, 'who knows what could have happened.'
'Yes . . .' Hermione said nodding also.
'Er-hem', Ron said clearing his throat, 'Well, I'm glad we got that sorted out and umm thanks for clearing that up.'
'No problem.' Hermione said, noticing they were both sounding very formal. 'Oh and I, er don't know how anyone could have known . . .'
'Oh don't worry', he said smiling, 'I'm sure it's some silly prank. It'll be forgotten about in a day or so.'
'Yeah', Hermione said smiling back. 'Well I've got to go', she said trying to get away from the awkward situation, 'I have to go to get lunch in the Great Hall.'
'Oh, me too', Ron said, 'I'll walk you over.' He turned to walk beside Hermione and she had never felt so awkward in all her life. A few times Ron looked as if he were about to tell her something but decided against it.
As they opened the doors to the Great Hall a huge cheer welcomed them from inside. Everyone stood up and clapped. The teachers looked worried and tried to calm the students. Suddenly someone from the Slytherin table shouted, 'And here come the lovely couple now!' Ron and Hermione both felt their whole bodies turn red and without any warning the Slytherins started chanting the poem written in the Gryffindor Common Room.
'Granger's always top of the class, But never fails to get a guy up her ass, She walks around with her legs never shut, Fucking any guy who's up for a slut. Any of you desperate? Well she is too, She'll fuck you anywhere; even in the loo! Last night was no exception, She gave Ron Weasley one hell of an erection! So come on, line up! Who's next in the queue? Who I am I on about? Well I'll give you a clue; She's dirty by nature and dirty by blood, Yes, it's Hermione; the filthy Mudblood!'
How could they know? Hermione thought, nearly collapsing with embarrassment. It must have got spread around!
The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were laughing and the Gryffindors just sat staring at the floor, obviously hoping the teachers wouldn't think they had told everyone. Swiftly turning with her hands over her eyes to hide the stream of tears Hermione ran from the Great Hall and up to her dormitory, where she just cried and cried. No one came to her dormitory, hoping to avoid her and she heard McGonagall telling the Gryffindors off.
'HONESTLY! HAVE NONE OF YOU HEARD OF LOYALTY AND RESPECT!'
She never wanted to leave the room for the rest of her life. Poor Ron! Now he would feel this way too! This was all her fault. All she could do was cry until her face burned from the tears. This had been the worst day of her life; Ron nearly found out her secret and now their was a nasty rumour going around about her involving the person she loved most in the whole world.
'Ron!' she sobbed into her pillow.
The girls who shared her room didn't come up at all and she thought McGonagall had told them to get another room to give her some space. The day darkened and the stars came out in the sky. When everything was quiet she decided to go downstairs and try to get rid of the mess on the walls. She knew that the spell was very powerful and would take a long time to erase but she could at least write something over it in the same spell to hide the writing. It was around 3 am when she walked into the dark Common Room. She immediately expected to see the horrible poem written in shiny green, glowing out at her on the wall, but instead she saw something different written over it in red and gold writing in the same place where the green writing had previously been. Someone had gotten to it before her and she was surprised to see what was written in its place.
THE SMARTEST GIRL IN SCHOOL
Out of all the girls at Hogwarts school, There's only one girl who's dignified and cool, She's smart, pure, innocent and true, If there's one friend to count on, (And there are only a few), Hermione's the one, she's always sincere, Whether she's in the classroom, there or here. So don't believe rumours, or writing on the wall, Hermione's the best girl; she beats them all!
RON WROTE THIS AND THE PREVIOUS WRITIING (WHICH WAS ALL LIES) WAS WRITTEN BY SOME SLIMEY GIT AND WHEN I FIND OUT WHO IT WAS HE OR SHE WON'T NEED TO BUY EXTENDABLE EARS CAUSE I'LL MAKE SURE HIS/HER OWN WILL BE EXTENDABLE ENOUGH!!!!!!
Hermione felt her legs turn to jelly.
'Ron', she breathed. Ron had gone and done some revision to write over the spell so that Hermione wouldn't have to face the same mortification the next morning. She had just fallen in love with him even more. He was the sweetest person she knew for writing this and she wished now more than anything else in the whole world she could go upstairs and climb into Ron's bed.
Now, the morning wouldn't be so bad . . .
Awwwwww *wipes a tear away* I'll get the next chapter up soon. THERE'S MORE TO COME HERMIONE, DON'T BE SO RELIEVED JUST YET!!!!
*taps glass - ARE YOU OK IN THERE HARRY?*