My Story

Chapter Three

          "Harry, it's just not working," I explained for the millionth time that morning. I sighed and pushed my curly hair out of my face. I hadn't had time to worry about straightening it since I'd come downstairs bright and early on a mission: to break up with Harry.

          "But, Hermione, we were fine yesterday?" Harry looked as if he were about to cry as we sat on the couch in the common room. There was no one else around because it was too early and the people that were awake were at breakfast.

          "Fine yesterday?" I paused and looked at him, seeing if he could figure the truth. "We were not fine yesterday. You and I both know that. For the last month, we've been growing apart. changing, you know?" I continued to look at him, emotionless. I kept convincing myself that this was the right thing to do and my reason for breaking up with him was good enough. After all, he'd been getting into depressions more frequently and I couldn't handle it.

          "I just don't understand," We sat there for a minute and he looked down. I saw a tear drop down his cheek which made me think twice of finalizing the break up.

          "Harry, I'm sorry-," I started.

          "No you're not." He interrupted me immediately. "You're not sorry. Does this have anything to do with this 'study group' that you've been having for the past few nights? Is it Ron?" Harry still didn't look up at me, but my jaw dropped to the last question.

          "Of course it's not Ron! And no, the study group really doesn't have anything to do with it. I'm just tired of trying to make you happy and not depressed all the time." I bit my lip nervously.

          "He was probably always your better match." Harry muttered under his breath.

          "What?" My eyebrows came together in confusion.

          "You and Ron, you know. more compatible," He repeated himself and I sat there in shocked stupor.

          "I don't know what you're talking about. Ron has nothing to do with this! Why do you keep bringing up his name anyway?" I shouted. I didn't mean to shout, I didn't want anyone to pay attention to our argument, but it was too late, a couple of second years had come down the stairs to listen to our bickering.

          "They always say you end up marrying your best friend," Harry didn't look up, but instead he stood and walked up the stairs solemnly, shoulders slumped.

          "What's gotten into him?" Ron came up behind me making me jump in surprise.

          "I broke up with him," I sighed, not looking at Ron in the face. Harry wasn't right. I didn't like Ron in the least.

          "You what!?" Ron exclaimed sitting next to me immediately.

          "You heard me," I replied rather calmly.

          "Are you bloody crazy?" Ron questioned. "You two are bloody made for each other!"

          "Funny, that's what he said, too," I sighed again and looked at Ron.

          "So what's the problem?" His eyebrows raised.

          "The problem is he says it about you and me, not me and him," I nodded as Ron looked at me in a baffled way.

          "What in the world?" He asked quickly.

          "Yep, that's what Mr. Boy Who Lived said," I got up from the couch. "Walk me to breakfast?"

[Okay, I know it's short, but I wanted to end it here. I'm going to try to update this story little by little. I like it, but I want to finish the other two at the same time. Let me know if you have any ideas!!! 3-Hannah Holt]