A little out of the ordinary
Chapter 2
A/n: Wow!! Another chappie of fluff! I actually never planned a second chapter of this, so if it sounds like I'm making it up as I go along..... I probably am. I am SO SO sorry that this took so long to post up, I had it all written up ages ago but my floppy disk went walkabouts. It turned up in my sisters' teddy collection..
"*~*~*~*"
Everything seemed the same, the now fifth years returned to Hogwarts, The welcoming feast cheerful, re-meeting old friends, the ' firs' years' smaller than ever, and if it was even humanely possible, Colin Creevey's little brother, Dennis, becoming more annoying than his older sibling, tailing Harry with camera in hand at almost any occasion. Potions classes were proving ever more stressful and exams brooding on the horison.
But, somehow, things were different.
Hermione was staying in the library for long hours and showing no apparent reason; she was quiet, reserved and hardly spoke or gave an answer in class: let alone speak to her two best friends.
Harry and Ron had only noticed this after about three weeks of her 'intravertedness' as Ron so elequently put it. The two were playing multiple games of exploding snap with Fred and George when the latter came out with;
"Isn't it a bit quiet around here?"
"Yeah," Ron replied, "Hermione isn't going on at us about how we should be revising for exams."
"She has been really quiet lately." Harry agreed.
The four nodded amongst themselves.
Ginny, who had been sitting in the background reading, finally blew.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU LOT!" She shouted, turning red as her hair, "YOU'RE AS THICK AS BRICK WALLS!! AND YOU TWO," She screamed, pointing at Harry and Ron, "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE HER BEST FRIENDS!?! YOU CAN'T EVEN TELL WHEN SHE'S DEPRESSED!" The girl exhaled angrily, curled her hands into fists and sat down again, muttering angrily about 'tostesterone poisoning'.
The four boys blinked in shock. After a few moments of recovering, Harry and Ron left their seats and approached the fuming girl.
"Where is she, ginny?" Ron inquired quietly.
"In the library, as always." She replied, with a voice holding no emotion.
"*~*~*~*~"
The girl sat silently on the library windowledge, a sizeable book open on her lap. The pages were damp, as were her cheeks. Her bushy hair had lost its bouncy quality; it frizzed into knots, darkening her face and the increasing bags beneath her eyes.
Noiselessly, the book fell from her grasp.
"Here, you take this row, and I'll search this one." Ron said to Harry.
As the red-haired teen turned the corner, the world seemed to fall into silence, seeing the limp figure of his best friend. He edged his way towards her, a hopeful but guilty glint concealed in his eyes. The air fell heavily on his shoulders, and silence filled the space between the deeply sleeping girl and the boy. He sat himself opposite her, his eyes cast downwards, feeling miserable that she had been through her sadness alone. When he looked up, his hand moved from his lap and wiped away the tear which was desending her icy cheek. Her eyelids slowly opened, and looked from the hand that had not yet left her face to the person owning it. She tried to smile; it caused her face to look even more in need of help. "Mione, I'm really sorry." He whispered. His effort to speak came out strangled; seeing her this sad tore him up inside. "Sorry for what?" She asked. "For making you go through whatever you've been going through... alone. ... I've been a real ass, I didn't even notice how.... sad you've been." Hermione really did smile this time. Maybe it was the first time he'd ever apologised to her, or maybe she was just glad he'd realised after a lonely 3 weeks. "No, it's alright, I'm okay." she said, attempting to get up, tears beginning to prick her eyes once more. Something stopped her; He had caught hold of her hand. His skin was soft and surprisingly warm. "No, you're not okay. Please, 'Mione, tell me what's wrong." He said, a pleading present in his blue eyes.
Hermione sighed. She was too tired to argue with him. The girl resettled herself, secretly comforted that he still had hold of her hand.
"Well, my parents..... I'm not sure that they Are my parents anymore." She stared down at the stone windowledge, her eyes clouding, "And they are probably splitting up. I feel like it's all my fault. They had this huge argument, and when I tried to stop them shouting, they, they..."
She burst into tears, pulling her hands up to her eyes, but the tears still streamed from the gaps in her fingers. Ron silently wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back gently trying to calm her down. After a while, she pulled away. As Ron was about to open his mouth to ask, she finished her sentance.
"They said -who was I to tell them to stop, after all, I ruined their lives, and they didn't even have me." She sniffed.
Ron was speechless in shock. "That was an awful thing to say." He finally managed to mutter. She grimly nodded, and began to cry once more. Ron leaned forward again, pulling her towards him. She nestled her head into his shoulder and returned his embrace. As the final tear fell down her cheek, the heavy weight that had held her shoulders down began to lift. "Thank you, Ron." She wispered into his ear, and her lips brushed his cheek.
Harry turned the corner of the last part of the library to see Hermione retreiving her books from the desk, a smile decorating her face, and Ron blushing furiously.
"*~*~*~*" A/N:Okay! Chappie 2 over!!! With thanks to these wonderful ppl: Ct_lyts Luna_negra CurlsofGold Hermione-Hogwarts Jenny Alouta and Star - Thank you SO MUCH for reviewing!!! I luv ya 4 it! Please keep up your comments, I love to hear them! They are what keeps me going! (oh, and my love of R/H of course) ^-^ Should I do another chapter? I have a rough idea 4 1, but shall I carry on, or jus bang my head against a brick wall coz it sux so much? -Jammie-chan :D
Chapter 2
A/n: Wow!! Another chappie of fluff! I actually never planned a second chapter of this, so if it sounds like I'm making it up as I go along..... I probably am. I am SO SO sorry that this took so long to post up, I had it all written up ages ago but my floppy disk went walkabouts. It turned up in my sisters' teddy collection..
"*~*~*~*"
Everything seemed the same, the now fifth years returned to Hogwarts, The welcoming feast cheerful, re-meeting old friends, the ' firs' years' smaller than ever, and if it was even humanely possible, Colin Creevey's little brother, Dennis, becoming more annoying than his older sibling, tailing Harry with camera in hand at almost any occasion. Potions classes were proving ever more stressful and exams brooding on the horison.
But, somehow, things were different.
Hermione was staying in the library for long hours and showing no apparent reason; she was quiet, reserved and hardly spoke or gave an answer in class: let alone speak to her two best friends.
Harry and Ron had only noticed this after about three weeks of her 'intravertedness' as Ron so elequently put it. The two were playing multiple games of exploding snap with Fred and George when the latter came out with;
"Isn't it a bit quiet around here?"
"Yeah," Ron replied, "Hermione isn't going on at us about how we should be revising for exams."
"She has been really quiet lately." Harry agreed.
The four nodded amongst themselves.
Ginny, who had been sitting in the background reading, finally blew.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU LOT!" She shouted, turning red as her hair, "YOU'RE AS THICK AS BRICK WALLS!! AND YOU TWO," She screamed, pointing at Harry and Ron, "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE HER BEST FRIENDS!?! YOU CAN'T EVEN TELL WHEN SHE'S DEPRESSED!" The girl exhaled angrily, curled her hands into fists and sat down again, muttering angrily about 'tostesterone poisoning'.
The four boys blinked in shock. After a few moments of recovering, Harry and Ron left their seats and approached the fuming girl.
"Where is she, ginny?" Ron inquired quietly.
"In the library, as always." She replied, with a voice holding no emotion.
"*~*~*~*~"
The girl sat silently on the library windowledge, a sizeable book open on her lap. The pages were damp, as were her cheeks. Her bushy hair had lost its bouncy quality; it frizzed into knots, darkening her face and the increasing bags beneath her eyes.
Noiselessly, the book fell from her grasp.
"Here, you take this row, and I'll search this one." Ron said to Harry.
As the red-haired teen turned the corner, the world seemed to fall into silence, seeing the limp figure of his best friend. He edged his way towards her, a hopeful but guilty glint concealed in his eyes. The air fell heavily on his shoulders, and silence filled the space between the deeply sleeping girl and the boy. He sat himself opposite her, his eyes cast downwards, feeling miserable that she had been through her sadness alone. When he looked up, his hand moved from his lap and wiped away the tear which was desending her icy cheek. Her eyelids slowly opened, and looked from the hand that had not yet left her face to the person owning it. She tried to smile; it caused her face to look even more in need of help. "Mione, I'm really sorry." He whispered. His effort to speak came out strangled; seeing her this sad tore him up inside. "Sorry for what?" She asked. "For making you go through whatever you've been going through... alone. ... I've been a real ass, I didn't even notice how.... sad you've been." Hermione really did smile this time. Maybe it was the first time he'd ever apologised to her, or maybe she was just glad he'd realised after a lonely 3 weeks. "No, it's alright, I'm okay." she said, attempting to get up, tears beginning to prick her eyes once more. Something stopped her; He had caught hold of her hand. His skin was soft and surprisingly warm. "No, you're not okay. Please, 'Mione, tell me what's wrong." He said, a pleading present in his blue eyes.
Hermione sighed. She was too tired to argue with him. The girl resettled herself, secretly comforted that he still had hold of her hand.
"Well, my parents..... I'm not sure that they Are my parents anymore." She stared down at the stone windowledge, her eyes clouding, "And they are probably splitting up. I feel like it's all my fault. They had this huge argument, and when I tried to stop them shouting, they, they..."
She burst into tears, pulling her hands up to her eyes, but the tears still streamed from the gaps in her fingers. Ron silently wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back gently trying to calm her down. After a while, she pulled away. As Ron was about to open his mouth to ask, she finished her sentance.
"They said -who was I to tell them to stop, after all, I ruined their lives, and they didn't even have me." She sniffed.
Ron was speechless in shock. "That was an awful thing to say." He finally managed to mutter. She grimly nodded, and began to cry once more. Ron leaned forward again, pulling her towards him. She nestled her head into his shoulder and returned his embrace. As the final tear fell down her cheek, the heavy weight that had held her shoulders down began to lift. "Thank you, Ron." She wispered into his ear, and her lips brushed his cheek.
Harry turned the corner of the last part of the library to see Hermione retreiving her books from the desk, a smile decorating her face, and Ron blushing furiously.
"*~*~*~*" A/N:Okay! Chappie 2 over!!! With thanks to these wonderful ppl: Ct_lyts Luna_negra CurlsofGold Hermione-Hogwarts Jenny Alouta and Star - Thank you SO MUCH for reviewing!!! I luv ya 4 it! Please keep up your comments, I love to hear them! They are what keeps me going! (oh, and my love of R/H of course) ^-^ Should I do another chapter? I have a rough idea 4 1, but shall I carry on, or jus bang my head against a brick wall coz it sux so much? -Jammie-chan :D
