HEY! OMG! thankyou all SO much for reviewing. i'm glad you like it! (and to clear things up for several out there, Ron has blue eyes)
and thanks to Yma for a fast beta on this. you're the best, girl!
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The next morning I awoke as light was just beginning to pour in through my window. I lay in bed for hours with my mind in a state that could only be described as chaos. Confusing notions of 'whys' and 'what ifs' rolled through my thoughts in a daze of half sleep. By the time I could hear my roommates begin they're daily primping, my mind had just begun to clear.
My dreams were just dreams. I was being perfectly silly to believe that they meant anything. Anyway, there was no way I could have been sure exactly whose eyes I had seen. Perhaps my hormones were just telling me that I preferred blue eyes. Yes that's all it was: hormones. It was all just some random glitch in my system. For all I knew it could have meant that I wasn't getting enough iron. Still, I felt relieved when I realized that Harry and Ron had Quiditch practice all day. Hearing my name come up in conversation caught my ear as my roommates chatted.
"I wonder why Hermione isn't up," Lavender said nosily, obviously unaware of the fact that the curtains on my four-poster bed were not sound proof. No answer came from Parvati, so I assumed she had used her trademark don't-know-don't-care shrug in response.
"Come on, Parvati. I feel sorry for her," Lavender said. I felt my stomach clench. "I mean, Ron's avoiding her and Ginny is completely ignoring her existence."
"Well I don't know what she expected," Parvati said cheekily. "I mean, everyone knows Ginny has a crush on Harry. And as far as Ron, well, she had to see that one coming."
I felt anger building in my chest. What right did they have to go nosing into my business? My actions were exactly that, MY actions. I was just about to pull open the curtains and insult them in a way so intellectually advanced that they wouldn't know what had hit them when the girls left.
I yanked open the curtains and stalked over to my trunk, pulling out a pair of jeans and the first jumper I saw. I changed quickly, muttering under my breath. What did Parvati mean when she said 'she had to see that coming?' I had every right to expect Ron to be happy for us. We were his best friends. However, as I stood there, brushing my teeth, my face red with rage, I realized that I wasn't angry with them. I was angry with myself. I had known how Ron would react. Deep down, I had known all along that I was hurting Ron.
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I took my books down to breakfast, hoping to avoid all human interactions for the morning. I was eating distractedly as I read the fifth chapter of my Potions textbook for the fourth time.
"Hermione!"
I was jerked from my studies as a breathless Dean Thomas came jogging towards me. He was in his Quidditch robes and his broom was still in hand. He was one of five new members of the house team, and had been selected as a Chaser.
"What is it?" I asked, confused. Dean was trying to catch his breath as the entire hall stared at him.
"It's, Harry," his words were broken by his gasps of breath. I was starting to get alarmed. " . . . and Ron." Forget alarm, my mind swung into full panic. I didn't even wait for Dean to finish. I jumped up, leaving my books behind on the table, and ran towards the stairs outside the Great Hall.
The walls flew by, portraits and students alike blurring together as I ran past. I was headed for the Hospital Wing. Dean hadn't said they were hurt, but after five years of mortal peril, you developed some keen instincts. I turned a corner and smacked flat into someone. It was all I could do not to curse. I scrambled back to me feet and started off again.
"Miss Granger!" I vaguely registered the voice as that of Professor McGonagall, but found myself unconcerned. The task at hand was much more important.
I reached the door to the Hospital Wing, finally, and opened it swiftly. I was immediately met by Madame Pomfrey, who pushed me into the corridor before I could take one step.
"No, Miss Granger, you will have to wait out here," she said sternly.
"But..." Wait outside? That was almost NEVER a good thing.
"Professor Dumbledore is speaking with them right now," she cut me off. Before I knew it, the door had once again closed in my face.
My mind was swarming with thoughts. If they were talking then they had to be okay. Didn't they?
Unless they had been attacked?
"UHG!"
"Miss Granger."
I whipped around to see Professor McGonagall walking towards me. "I thought you might be headed here. If you would have stopped when we ran into each other, I could have answered any questions I'm sure you have," she said calmly.
"Is Ron alright?" I nearly squeaked. The question surprised me, and I wondered if I had really been the one to say it. A moment of confusion and what seemed like curiosity crossed the woman's face before she replied.
"Yes, he's fine. As is Mr. Potter," she said. I could feel my face flush. I had asked about Ron, and only Ron, and I was quite sure that the teachers at Hogwarts were very aware of Harry and my new relationship.
"What happened?"
"I believe," the Professor said, as though she thought the information wrong, "That they got into a fight."
I was shocked. "With who?"
"It appears," she said, sounding unsure again, "each other."
The color in my cheeks drained away and I knew they were white as sheets. Shock couldn't describe what I felt.
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Okay, hope that was a little longer and much more eventful, now stop reading my stupid author's notes and GO REVIEW!
and thanks to Yma for a fast beta on this. you're the best, girl!
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The next morning I awoke as light was just beginning to pour in through my window. I lay in bed for hours with my mind in a state that could only be described as chaos. Confusing notions of 'whys' and 'what ifs' rolled through my thoughts in a daze of half sleep. By the time I could hear my roommates begin they're daily primping, my mind had just begun to clear.
My dreams were just dreams. I was being perfectly silly to believe that they meant anything. Anyway, there was no way I could have been sure exactly whose eyes I had seen. Perhaps my hormones were just telling me that I preferred blue eyes. Yes that's all it was: hormones. It was all just some random glitch in my system. For all I knew it could have meant that I wasn't getting enough iron. Still, I felt relieved when I realized that Harry and Ron had Quiditch practice all day. Hearing my name come up in conversation caught my ear as my roommates chatted.
"I wonder why Hermione isn't up," Lavender said nosily, obviously unaware of the fact that the curtains on my four-poster bed were not sound proof. No answer came from Parvati, so I assumed she had used her trademark don't-know-don't-care shrug in response.
"Come on, Parvati. I feel sorry for her," Lavender said. I felt my stomach clench. "I mean, Ron's avoiding her and Ginny is completely ignoring her existence."
"Well I don't know what she expected," Parvati said cheekily. "I mean, everyone knows Ginny has a crush on Harry. And as far as Ron, well, she had to see that one coming."
I felt anger building in my chest. What right did they have to go nosing into my business? My actions were exactly that, MY actions. I was just about to pull open the curtains and insult them in a way so intellectually advanced that they wouldn't know what had hit them when the girls left.
I yanked open the curtains and stalked over to my trunk, pulling out a pair of jeans and the first jumper I saw. I changed quickly, muttering under my breath. What did Parvati mean when she said 'she had to see that coming?' I had every right to expect Ron to be happy for us. We were his best friends. However, as I stood there, brushing my teeth, my face red with rage, I realized that I wasn't angry with them. I was angry with myself. I had known how Ron would react. Deep down, I had known all along that I was hurting Ron.
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I took my books down to breakfast, hoping to avoid all human interactions for the morning. I was eating distractedly as I read the fifth chapter of my Potions textbook for the fourth time.
"Hermione!"
I was jerked from my studies as a breathless Dean Thomas came jogging towards me. He was in his Quidditch robes and his broom was still in hand. He was one of five new members of the house team, and had been selected as a Chaser.
"What is it?" I asked, confused. Dean was trying to catch his breath as the entire hall stared at him.
"It's, Harry," his words were broken by his gasps of breath. I was starting to get alarmed. " . . . and Ron." Forget alarm, my mind swung into full panic. I didn't even wait for Dean to finish. I jumped up, leaving my books behind on the table, and ran towards the stairs outside the Great Hall.
The walls flew by, portraits and students alike blurring together as I ran past. I was headed for the Hospital Wing. Dean hadn't said they were hurt, but after five years of mortal peril, you developed some keen instincts. I turned a corner and smacked flat into someone. It was all I could do not to curse. I scrambled back to me feet and started off again.
"Miss Granger!" I vaguely registered the voice as that of Professor McGonagall, but found myself unconcerned. The task at hand was much more important.
I reached the door to the Hospital Wing, finally, and opened it swiftly. I was immediately met by Madame Pomfrey, who pushed me into the corridor before I could take one step.
"No, Miss Granger, you will have to wait out here," she said sternly.
"But..." Wait outside? That was almost NEVER a good thing.
"Professor Dumbledore is speaking with them right now," she cut me off. Before I knew it, the door had once again closed in my face.
My mind was swarming with thoughts. If they were talking then they had to be okay. Didn't they?
Unless they had been attacked?
"UHG!"
"Miss Granger."
I whipped around to see Professor McGonagall walking towards me. "I thought you might be headed here. If you would have stopped when we ran into each other, I could have answered any questions I'm sure you have," she said calmly.
"Is Ron alright?" I nearly squeaked. The question surprised me, and I wondered if I had really been the one to say it. A moment of confusion and what seemed like curiosity crossed the woman's face before she replied.
"Yes, he's fine. As is Mr. Potter," she said. I could feel my face flush. I had asked about Ron, and only Ron, and I was quite sure that the teachers at Hogwarts were very aware of Harry and my new relationship.
"What happened?"
"I believe," the Professor said, as though she thought the information wrong, "That they got into a fight."
I was shocked. "With who?"
"It appears," she said, sounding unsure again, "each other."
The color in my cheeks drained away and I knew they were white as sheets. Shock couldn't describe what I felt.
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Okay, hope that was a little longer and much more eventful, now stop reading my stupid author's notes and GO REVIEW!
