Hermione did not draw her eyes away from the paragraph she was reading in the book of Hogwarts history as the explosion went off nor did she when the loud eruption of cheering and clapping filled the common room but she did look up when the word Beer was mentioned.
Seamus Finnigan stood proudly in the middle of the clapping Gryffindor students with a black face holding up proudly a glass that was now filled with what looked like beer "I told you all i would one day be able to turn any drink into beer", he then gulped some down while the cheering became louder
"Drink, Drink, Drink, Drink".
Hermione rolled her eyes and tried to return back to reading when the room suddenly turned silent she looked back up to see everyone staring wide eyed at Seamus who had turned a deep shade of red with smoke coming out of his ears and nose.
The room broke out with laughter, Hermione sighed and stood up slamming the book shut and walking over to Seamus.
"Come on lets get you to the Hospital wing".
The room turned silent again when Hermione and Seamus left the common room. "Whats her problem?" Ron said standing next to harry who had still not changed out of his Quidditch robes from there morning victory.
Harry shrugged still angry at Hermione for not taking a slight interest in Gryffindor's success "I dont know but she could of at least congratulated me".
It was Ron's turn to shrug "You know Hermione shes probably worried about upcoming exams or something".
After leaving Seamus in the care of Madam promfrey Hermione slowly headed back to the common room her arms crossed over her chest as she walked like a protective shield. Her life was becoming more and more complicated, her world was spinning and no matter how hard she tried she could not make it stand still. Malfoy was one problem but over the past few months her life was nothing but problems and they she knew they would keep coming one after the other and no matter how hard Harry or Ron would try and help her solve them in the end she would have to do it on her own, that was one of the reasons why she kept them to herself another reason was she believed Harry had enough to deal with right now without her own troubles. She still could not believe how vivid her dreams were they seemed so real that they remained lingering in her mind for days resolving to her lack of concentration in class which she was sure someone would notice soon if they already had not.
She sighed raising her eyes to the ceiling as she carried on walking, the war was soon to start and everyone seemed not to have a care in the world to busy celebrating and laughing was she the only one who was scared?
What she was scared most of is loosing her friends, deep down she knew not all of them would be coming out of the war standing, her dreams had told her that many times.
She gulped and closed her eyes tightly as the tears tried to escape as the image of ron covered in blood, his blood, laid on the floor his eyes boreing into hers though no life shone in his. He was dead. This had been a image from one of her most recent dreams she remembered waking up crying, her whole body shaking with angst. A dream is a but a dream playing her worst fears nothing to be worried about she kept telling herself silently.
Her mind then wandered back to that forbidden kiss, how warm and soft they had felt against her own how ironic was it that they belonged to Malfoy who had an heart of ice with eyes to match. She licked her lips as if expecting them to still taste of the ice prince but instead all she tasted was pumpkin juice. The whole damn situation confused her, she hated him and he hated her so what had happend to have lead them in each others arms hungrily kissing each other as if thier lives depended on it. She frowned is disgust at herself for putting her self in that situation with Malfoy out of all people especailly at a time like this when rumours about Malfoy becoming a death eater, joining the dark lord had nearly every student talking, of course there was no proof to this but Hermione would not be surprised if he was thats all she expected of him.
The quicker she forgot about the kiss the better it meant nothing and never would maybe she needed the warmth and he supplied it but never again.
She then noticed a figure in the shadows ahead as she walked closer she recognized the icey eyes "What do you want?" she said quietly.
My heart is an hollow shell,
empty, fragile, lost.
In the depths of my mind,
i call out for the light to guide me,
i long for your arms to hold me.
But as i reach out,
im shrowded in shadows.
The darkness surrounds me
like a black cape.
covering, protecting,shielding me
from the cruel suffering reality i have to face
Seamus Finnigan stood proudly in the middle of the clapping Gryffindor students with a black face holding up proudly a glass that was now filled with what looked like beer "I told you all i would one day be able to turn any drink into beer", he then gulped some down while the cheering became louder
"Drink, Drink, Drink, Drink".
Hermione rolled her eyes and tried to return back to reading when the room suddenly turned silent she looked back up to see everyone staring wide eyed at Seamus who had turned a deep shade of red with smoke coming out of his ears and nose.
The room broke out with laughter, Hermione sighed and stood up slamming the book shut and walking over to Seamus.
"Come on lets get you to the Hospital wing".
The room turned silent again when Hermione and Seamus left the common room. "Whats her problem?" Ron said standing next to harry who had still not changed out of his Quidditch robes from there morning victory.
Harry shrugged still angry at Hermione for not taking a slight interest in Gryffindor's success "I dont know but she could of at least congratulated me".
It was Ron's turn to shrug "You know Hermione shes probably worried about upcoming exams or something".
After leaving Seamus in the care of Madam promfrey Hermione slowly headed back to the common room her arms crossed over her chest as she walked like a protective shield. Her life was becoming more and more complicated, her world was spinning and no matter how hard she tried she could not make it stand still. Malfoy was one problem but over the past few months her life was nothing but problems and they she knew they would keep coming one after the other and no matter how hard Harry or Ron would try and help her solve them in the end she would have to do it on her own, that was one of the reasons why she kept them to herself another reason was she believed Harry had enough to deal with right now without her own troubles. She still could not believe how vivid her dreams were they seemed so real that they remained lingering in her mind for days resolving to her lack of concentration in class which she was sure someone would notice soon if they already had not.
She sighed raising her eyes to the ceiling as she carried on walking, the war was soon to start and everyone seemed not to have a care in the world to busy celebrating and laughing was she the only one who was scared?
What she was scared most of is loosing her friends, deep down she knew not all of them would be coming out of the war standing, her dreams had told her that many times.
She gulped and closed her eyes tightly as the tears tried to escape as the image of ron covered in blood, his blood, laid on the floor his eyes boreing into hers though no life shone in his. He was dead. This had been a image from one of her most recent dreams she remembered waking up crying, her whole body shaking with angst. A dream is a but a dream playing her worst fears nothing to be worried about she kept telling herself silently.
Her mind then wandered back to that forbidden kiss, how warm and soft they had felt against her own how ironic was it that they belonged to Malfoy who had an heart of ice with eyes to match. She licked her lips as if expecting them to still taste of the ice prince but instead all she tasted was pumpkin juice. The whole damn situation confused her, she hated him and he hated her so what had happend to have lead them in each others arms hungrily kissing each other as if thier lives depended on it. She frowned is disgust at herself for putting her self in that situation with Malfoy out of all people especailly at a time like this when rumours about Malfoy becoming a death eater, joining the dark lord had nearly every student talking, of course there was no proof to this but Hermione would not be surprised if he was thats all she expected of him.
The quicker she forgot about the kiss the better it meant nothing and never would maybe she needed the warmth and he supplied it but never again.
She then noticed a figure in the shadows ahead as she walked closer she recognized the icey eyes "What do you want?" she said quietly.
My heart is an hollow shell,
empty, fragile, lost.
In the depths of my mind,
i call out for the light to guide me,
i long for your arms to hold me.
But as i reach out,
im shrowded in shadows.
The darkness surrounds me
like a black cape.
covering, protecting,shielding me
from the cruel suffering reality i have to face