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Chapter 6 - Making Changes (Part 1)
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Do you think I put enough up?
A gentle breeze blew through the Hogwarts Corridors; the halls were deadly silent. Wind blew through cracks in the old castle as the students slept in their dormitories. Hermione guessed she must have been the only person awake that night. It was surprisingly cold for the end of May as summer was approaching. She shivered under her bed sheets and began wondering what new problems the day would bring.
STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT! A hysterical voice in her head cried. I can't take it any more. Every time I do this I only end up hurting my own feelings by thinking how bad the day will be. You don't even need Draco Malfoy to put you down because you do it very well on your own. This is it! I've had enough!
Tomorrow you are going to forget about all the bad things that have happened! Although this is a really bad time for you, you will continue to be yourself; not like you have been since the start of this year but the way you were in the beginning. Be proud of yourself for who you are. Ok, you may be boring Hermione Granger but that's who you are! That makes you special and who cares what anyone else thinks? You were happy as you were, don't make people force you to be something you're not.
Hermione tossed and turned thinking this over. She decided her thoughts were true. Being different is probably what got her into trouble in the first place. This is it, she decided, from now on I think it's best to be myself. I just hope Ron will like me better this way.
A strange creaking noise was coming from outside as if someone was walking down the corridors downstairs in the Common Room. Laughter could also be heard. Hermione sat bolt upright and listened closely. It was Ron! But there was someone with him; a shrill laugh accompanied his own.
Hermione jumped out of bed and pulled on her dressing gown. She tiptoed out of the room do as not to wake Lavender or Parvati. Opening the door slightly she peered outside. But she suddenly swung the door open when she saw who Ron was with - Pansy Parkinson! He had his arms around her waist and they were laughing together, Hermione's heart sank.
'Well, look who it is!' Pansy Parkinson shrieked with laughter, 'Miss perfect Hermione Granger.' Ron looked up also. Hermione didn't like the vicious look on his face.
'Ron!' Hermione said in a small voice, 'What's going on?' she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
'Well', Ron said, as if he were spelling out the obvious, 'you don't exactly have to be genius Hermione Granger to work out what's going on here.' Pansy Parkinson laughed cruelly and Hermione just stared disbelievingly.
'I, I, I don't understand Ron', Hermione cried.
'Well understand this!' Pansy Parkinson said impatiently, 'Ron and I are together, he has no time for you anymore!'
'I'm sure Ron can answer for himself!' Hermione snapped savagely, tears were swelling up in her eyes. She turned to look at Ron, hoping and praying what Parkinson said wasn't true.
'You heard Pansy', Ron said, glaring at Hermione, 'after it was obvious you didn't need me tonight I went to see what had happened to Malfoy. He's been sent to the Dementors and Pansy was so upset I had to comfort her. It isn't easy for her knowing her boyfriend is going to be killed. I'm just helping her get through this.' Ron and Parkinson laughed, making Hermione's tears fall.
'Well poor little Pansy!' Hermione cried sarcastically. 'That's much worse than what I'm going through! It's not as if Malfoy deserved to be sent to the Dementors.'
'You take that back, you selfish little cow,' Ron spat. 'How can you act as if you're the only one suffering? I don't know how you could ever think I'd love you. You're disgusting!'
Hermione felt like running as far away from Hogwarts as she possibly could, but her legs wouldn't let her; she couldn't believe this.
'Oh, and thanks for getting rid of Malfoy for me', Parkinson said with a vicious smile on her face. 'If you hadn't Ron and I wouldn't be together. Now it's time to get rid of you.' Pansy Parkinson drew out her wand and pointed it directly at Hermione. He cruel smile grew wider. 'Imperio!' she hissed.
Sparks flew from her wand and hit Hermione in the stomach. A sharp pain seared through her body as she toppled over. Trying desperately to grab on to something to steady herself she grabbed the nearest object. Her hand grasped a velvet curtain and as she rolled over she felt her face burying in some bed sheets. As she opened her eyes she realised she wasn't in the Common Room at all. She was in her own bed, in her own dormitory.
'Oh my god!' Hermione breathed. Her face was wet from tears and her body was soaking from sweat. The dream had seemed so real and she couldn't get the thought of Ron with Pansy Parkinson out of her head. At least Malfoy would get what he deserved and she would love to hear that he had been sent to Azkaban. This week would be a huge relief.
One week later
* * * * * * * * * * *
No matter how hard Hermione tried she couldn't get over the fact that her life was going wrong again. The only ray of hope that had been left had been destroyed as the news that Malfoy had only been expelled reached her.
'Outrageous!' Neville had said when everyone in the Gryffindor Common Room discussed how unfair the punishment was.
'McGonagall said that the whole hearing was one-sided from the beginning. You know how the Malfoys were popular with dark wizards. They must have blackmailed the people into letting him off.' Ron sat quietly with his fists clenched.
'It's sickening', Harry said, thinking of more suitable punishments for Malfoy.
'Did he get his wand destroyed Hermione?' Ginny was the first person to speak directly to Hermione about Malfoy's expulsion and Ron and Harry quickly looked over giving her a threatening look to keep quiet.
'It's ok, you two.' She told Harry and Ron, remembering her resolution to get back to normal and not keep her feelings hidden. 'He did get his wand destroyed but that's hardly a problem for him. Since when has Malfoy obeyed rules? He'll have a new wand by now from his father. I should have known Draco Malfoy would get off lightly; they did release Lucius Malfoy from prison in our sixth year.'
'Still', Ron spoke for the first time that day, 'you'd think the Ministry would be more careful when dealing with this kind of thing. He could do it again.'
That whole day Hermione tried her very best to be herself. But she thought Ron and Harry were being overly careful with her feelings. They kept completely silent most of the day. Hermione guessed they were afraid to speak in case they said something to upset her. Finally she couldn't take it anymore and went for a walk. Passing the lake she took out a letter that Viktor Krum had wrote to her after he heard about Malfoy. His written english was much better than his spoken english.
Dear Hermione,
When I heard about what happened to you I was very upset. And when I heard about Malfoy being only expelled I was so outraged and worried about you. I just want to let you know I wrote a letter to the Ministry of Magic complaining although I don't think it will do much good. Some of the Bulgarian Quidditch team have sent Howlers to the Ministry showing their concern for you. I cannot tell you how angry and annoyed I was, words cannot describe it. Perhaps if you get the chance to write back we can meet up and talk. I miss you a lot and I want you to know I'm here for you to talk to. Or maybe I could come and visit you if you are not feeling up to coming to Bulgaria. We are still friends always and I hope we can speak to each other soon.
Write back soon,
Viktor.
Folding the envelope Hermione considered going to Bulgaria to get away for a while. But then one of reasons Viktor had asked her to come was because he would be hoping to get back with her again. She didn't want to be his girlfriend again. He was just a friend after she finished their relationship but he wanted to be more ever since. He even told her he loved her and had never met anyone like her but she loved Ron and no one could take his place in her heart.
Hermione made her way back to the Gryffindor Common Room after visiting Hagrid and decided to lie down for a rest. The corridor leading up to the Gryffindor Common Room was unusually quiet for a Friday evening and there wasn't a Gryffindor in sight. So she went to the owlry to find one new letter from Viktor. She rolled her eyes as she opened it; another desperate attempt to get back with her.
Chapter 6 - Making Changes (Part 1)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter I don't own Harry Potter I don't own Harry Potter I don't own Harry Potter I don't own Harry Potter I don't own Harry Potter I don't own Harry Potter I don't own Harry Potter I don't own Harry Potter I don't own Harry Potter I don't own Harry Potter I don't own Harry Potter I don't own Harry Potter I don't own Harry Potter I don't own Harry Potter I don't own Harry Potter I don't own Harry Potter I don't own Harry Potter I don't own Harry Potter I don't own Harry Potter I don't own Harry Potter
Do you think I put enough up?
A gentle breeze blew through the Hogwarts Corridors; the halls were deadly silent. Wind blew through cracks in the old castle as the students slept in their dormitories. Hermione guessed she must have been the only person awake that night. It was surprisingly cold for the end of May as summer was approaching. She shivered under her bed sheets and began wondering what new problems the day would bring.
STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT! A hysterical voice in her head cried. I can't take it any more. Every time I do this I only end up hurting my own feelings by thinking how bad the day will be. You don't even need Draco Malfoy to put you down because you do it very well on your own. This is it! I've had enough!
Tomorrow you are going to forget about all the bad things that have happened! Although this is a really bad time for you, you will continue to be yourself; not like you have been since the start of this year but the way you were in the beginning. Be proud of yourself for who you are. Ok, you may be boring Hermione Granger but that's who you are! That makes you special and who cares what anyone else thinks? You were happy as you were, don't make people force you to be something you're not.
Hermione tossed and turned thinking this over. She decided her thoughts were true. Being different is probably what got her into trouble in the first place. This is it, she decided, from now on I think it's best to be myself. I just hope Ron will like me better this way.
A strange creaking noise was coming from outside as if someone was walking down the corridors downstairs in the Common Room. Laughter could also be heard. Hermione sat bolt upright and listened closely. It was Ron! But there was someone with him; a shrill laugh accompanied his own.
Hermione jumped out of bed and pulled on her dressing gown. She tiptoed out of the room do as not to wake Lavender or Parvati. Opening the door slightly she peered outside. But she suddenly swung the door open when she saw who Ron was with - Pansy Parkinson! He had his arms around her waist and they were laughing together, Hermione's heart sank.
'Well, look who it is!' Pansy Parkinson shrieked with laughter, 'Miss perfect Hermione Granger.' Ron looked up also. Hermione didn't like the vicious look on his face.
'Ron!' Hermione said in a small voice, 'What's going on?' she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
'Well', Ron said, as if he were spelling out the obvious, 'you don't exactly have to be genius Hermione Granger to work out what's going on here.' Pansy Parkinson laughed cruelly and Hermione just stared disbelievingly.
'I, I, I don't understand Ron', Hermione cried.
'Well understand this!' Pansy Parkinson said impatiently, 'Ron and I are together, he has no time for you anymore!'
'I'm sure Ron can answer for himself!' Hermione snapped savagely, tears were swelling up in her eyes. She turned to look at Ron, hoping and praying what Parkinson said wasn't true.
'You heard Pansy', Ron said, glaring at Hermione, 'after it was obvious you didn't need me tonight I went to see what had happened to Malfoy. He's been sent to the Dementors and Pansy was so upset I had to comfort her. It isn't easy for her knowing her boyfriend is going to be killed. I'm just helping her get through this.' Ron and Parkinson laughed, making Hermione's tears fall.
'Well poor little Pansy!' Hermione cried sarcastically. 'That's much worse than what I'm going through! It's not as if Malfoy deserved to be sent to the Dementors.'
'You take that back, you selfish little cow,' Ron spat. 'How can you act as if you're the only one suffering? I don't know how you could ever think I'd love you. You're disgusting!'
Hermione felt like running as far away from Hogwarts as she possibly could, but her legs wouldn't let her; she couldn't believe this.
'Oh, and thanks for getting rid of Malfoy for me', Parkinson said with a vicious smile on her face. 'If you hadn't Ron and I wouldn't be together. Now it's time to get rid of you.' Pansy Parkinson drew out her wand and pointed it directly at Hermione. He cruel smile grew wider. 'Imperio!' she hissed.
Sparks flew from her wand and hit Hermione in the stomach. A sharp pain seared through her body as she toppled over. Trying desperately to grab on to something to steady herself she grabbed the nearest object. Her hand grasped a velvet curtain and as she rolled over she felt her face burying in some bed sheets. As she opened her eyes she realised she wasn't in the Common Room at all. She was in her own bed, in her own dormitory.
'Oh my god!' Hermione breathed. Her face was wet from tears and her body was soaking from sweat. The dream had seemed so real and she couldn't get the thought of Ron with Pansy Parkinson out of her head. At least Malfoy would get what he deserved and she would love to hear that he had been sent to Azkaban. This week would be a huge relief.
One week later
* * * * * * * * * * *
No matter how hard Hermione tried she couldn't get over the fact that her life was going wrong again. The only ray of hope that had been left had been destroyed as the news that Malfoy had only been expelled reached her.
'Outrageous!' Neville had said when everyone in the Gryffindor Common Room discussed how unfair the punishment was.
'McGonagall said that the whole hearing was one-sided from the beginning. You know how the Malfoys were popular with dark wizards. They must have blackmailed the people into letting him off.' Ron sat quietly with his fists clenched.
'It's sickening', Harry said, thinking of more suitable punishments for Malfoy.
'Did he get his wand destroyed Hermione?' Ginny was the first person to speak directly to Hermione about Malfoy's expulsion and Ron and Harry quickly looked over giving her a threatening look to keep quiet.
'It's ok, you two.' She told Harry and Ron, remembering her resolution to get back to normal and not keep her feelings hidden. 'He did get his wand destroyed but that's hardly a problem for him. Since when has Malfoy obeyed rules? He'll have a new wand by now from his father. I should have known Draco Malfoy would get off lightly; they did release Lucius Malfoy from prison in our sixth year.'
'Still', Ron spoke for the first time that day, 'you'd think the Ministry would be more careful when dealing with this kind of thing. He could do it again.'
That whole day Hermione tried her very best to be herself. But she thought Ron and Harry were being overly careful with her feelings. They kept completely silent most of the day. Hermione guessed they were afraid to speak in case they said something to upset her. Finally she couldn't take it anymore and went for a walk. Passing the lake she took out a letter that Viktor Krum had wrote to her after he heard about Malfoy. His written english was much better than his spoken english.
Dear Hermione,
When I heard about what happened to you I was very upset. And when I heard about Malfoy being only expelled I was so outraged and worried about you. I just want to let you know I wrote a letter to the Ministry of Magic complaining although I don't think it will do much good. Some of the Bulgarian Quidditch team have sent Howlers to the Ministry showing their concern for you. I cannot tell you how angry and annoyed I was, words cannot describe it. Perhaps if you get the chance to write back we can meet up and talk. I miss you a lot and I want you to know I'm here for you to talk to. Or maybe I could come and visit you if you are not feeling up to coming to Bulgaria. We are still friends always and I hope we can speak to each other soon.
Write back soon,
Viktor.
Folding the envelope Hermione considered going to Bulgaria to get away for a while. But then one of reasons Viktor had asked her to come was because he would be hoping to get back with her again. She didn't want to be his girlfriend again. He was just a friend after she finished their relationship but he wanted to be more ever since. He even told her he loved her and had never met anyone like her but she loved Ron and no one could take his place in her heart.
Hermione made her way back to the Gryffindor Common Room after visiting Hagrid and decided to lie down for a rest. The corridor leading up to the Gryffindor Common Room was unusually quiet for a Friday evening and there wasn't a Gryffindor in sight. So she went to the owlry to find one new letter from Viktor. She rolled her eyes as she opened it; another desperate attempt to get back with her.