Black spots of lead smothered the words 'Hermione Granger' on a black
leather diary. Her pale eyes glanced up.
An intriguing body, an enchanting face and an aroma of intelligence met her gaze. "Hermione? Hermione!"
" Er, yes Professor?"
"Please pay attention and show the class where the. are you listening?"
"Uh, sorry, yes, um, I'm afraid I've lost track, Professor."
"Hmmm, very well, see me after class."
"Now the." (Professor rambles on).
Right now, deep inside Hermione, emotions were brewing. New thoughts, new rules, new morals. New priorities!
A soft , gentle hand pressed hers. Hermione's heart leapt.
She turned her head and....
"Oh, Harry? ."
(class is dismissed by Professor, class starts to flee out)
His eyes wouldn't look away.
"Yeah, I was wondering if you could explain this stupid question."(Harry)
"Yeah!," says Ron leaning over. "what the hell is a Wrethbat?"
"Is everything alright?" (Harry)
"Yeah, fine. fine" said Hermione bluntly.
She got up and left. (Professor) "Excuse me Hermione!"
She didn't stop, her heart pounded faster and faster, thoughts bashed around her head. She was so confused.
Tears fled her eyes as she bounded for her dormitory and braced herself against her bed posts. Sliding to the floor, limp hands drooped to her knees. She was broken .
Wet strands of hair stuck to her cold sweaty face. Pain throbbed from her heart to the
palms of her hands. She huddled in a ball. Under her bed, 'til the evening moon flooded
by and the post owls had receded into the distance. Until the early morning frost had arisen .
She was alone.
Distant footsteps echoed down below. Hermione lay still, her eyes half open. Her stomach growled. With much contemplation she decided to go to have breakfast with the others. "Ouch." She had forgotten she was still under her bed. Her dark isolation, though not that long had dulled her senses. As she entered the Great hall and took a seat next to Neville, eyes followed her and traced her movements intently. "So, how is everyone this morning?" Hermione asked Harry, Ron and Neville. (Ron) "Erh.. Fine, how are you ?" "Fine." Hermione grabbed everything she could reach and filled up her plate till it was level with her goblet.
Hermione caught a glance of Harry. He was staring at her again. She glanced up again
and caught a quick smile from him. She starred at her plate as she dug into her mountain
of food. Ron and Seamus were arguing over the last chicken drumstick.
The argument was finally settled by Harry offering off his drumstick.
As Harry sat there, he started to realise Hermione wasn't acting her "nerd" self.
Maybe someone had said something to her. He thought he should have a word and tell
her she's fine the way she is but someone made him hesitate.
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An intriguing body, an enchanting face and an aroma of intelligence met her gaze. "Hermione? Hermione!"
" Er, yes Professor?"
"Please pay attention and show the class where the. are you listening?"
"Uh, sorry, yes, um, I'm afraid I've lost track, Professor."
"Hmmm, very well, see me after class."
"Now the." (Professor rambles on).
Right now, deep inside Hermione, emotions were brewing. New thoughts, new rules, new morals. New priorities!
A soft , gentle hand pressed hers. Hermione's heart leapt.
She turned her head and....
"Oh, Harry? ."
(class is dismissed by Professor, class starts to flee out)
His eyes wouldn't look away.
"Yeah, I was wondering if you could explain this stupid question."(Harry)
"Yeah!," says Ron leaning over. "what the hell is a Wrethbat?"
"Is everything alright?" (Harry)
"Yeah, fine. fine" said Hermione bluntly.
She got up and left. (Professor) "Excuse me Hermione!"
She didn't stop, her heart pounded faster and faster, thoughts bashed around her head. She was so confused.
Tears fled her eyes as she bounded for her dormitory and braced herself against her bed posts. Sliding to the floor, limp hands drooped to her knees. She was broken .
Wet strands of hair stuck to her cold sweaty face. Pain throbbed from her heart to the
palms of her hands. She huddled in a ball. Under her bed, 'til the evening moon flooded
by and the post owls had receded into the distance. Until the early morning frost had arisen .
She was alone.
Distant footsteps echoed down below. Hermione lay still, her eyes half open. Her stomach growled. With much contemplation she decided to go to have breakfast with the others. "Ouch." She had forgotten she was still under her bed. Her dark isolation, though not that long had dulled her senses. As she entered the Great hall and took a seat next to Neville, eyes followed her and traced her movements intently. "So, how is everyone this morning?" Hermione asked Harry, Ron and Neville. (Ron) "Erh.. Fine, how are you ?" "Fine." Hermione grabbed everything she could reach and filled up her plate till it was level with her goblet.
Hermione caught a glance of Harry. He was staring at her again. She glanced up again
and caught a quick smile from him. She starred at her plate as she dug into her mountain
of food. Ron and Seamus were arguing over the last chicken drumstick.
The argument was finally settled by Harry offering off his drumstick.
As Harry sat there, he started to realise Hermione wasn't acting her "nerd" self.
Maybe someone had said something to her. He thought he should have a word and tell
her she's fine the way she is but someone made him hesitate.
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