Lost Letters
Disclaimer: I own nothing, so please don't kill me, I want to finish this long-forgotten fic before I die.
A/N: Sorry it's been so long. I was busy with personal stuff and school, etc, also Fictionpress.com stories. But here's the fifth chapter of Skeletons in the Closet; enjoy. And r/r pweeease!
******** (Hermione's POV) I passed Harry on his way back from McGonagall's office. He gave me the angriest look. I really hope I can make him understand, we're supposed to be best friends. Still, I can talk to Gin, and she can wind him around her little finger. I'll talk to her-or not, as Cho's walking over. I'll think about this later...
********* Cho walked over to Hermione, and hugged her, whispering in her ear.
"Meet me in the Astronomy Tower at Midnight. We'll talk, ok?" She broke apart, leaving Hermione a little worried. Remembering they were still a secret, she shrugged and made her way to the Gryffindor Table, choosing a place next to Ginny.
"Hermione. Hi." Ginny sounded surprised. "Had a good summer?" Hermione was just about to answer when a derisive snort came from, Ginny's other side.
"You bet she did". Ginny sorted out what was going on all in a second.
"I'm sorry, Ron, did you say something?" she challenged, her eyes flashing at her brother. He lowered his eyes, defeated as usual by his strong-willed sister.
"Um, no. Sheperd's Pie went the wrong way. In fact, I'm not hungry." He got up and shoved his chair back hard, causing several people to look around at the noise. Even more people looked around at the slamming of the doors out of the Great Hall that he made. Ginny turned her accusing stare in Hermione's direction.
"What's happened, 'Mione? I know you broke up, but why....what's wrong with him?" Hermione looked guilty for a second, then shrugged.
"No idea. Hormones." She said dismissively, then shoveled pie into her mouth so quickly and un-hermione-like that Ginny knew something was up. Deciding to follow it up later, she helped herself to chocolate gateau.
******** Ron flung open the doors of his dorm and went to the window sill to think over the situation, only to find another form sillhouetted against the curtains.
"Harry! What are you doing here? I might've known actually. Annoyed, are you? Not as much as I am, mate-" Harry jumped down from the window-sill and walked towards the door. "Where you going? We've got to stick together. Harry!" Harry turned, and said in deadened tones;
"I'll talk to you later, Ron. I'm going to find Cho." Ron gave up, He sat on the sill and leaned his head against the glass of the window, cooling against his hot features. He picked up a quill and parchment, and wrote.
"Dear Hermione; I'm sorry for blowing up. You know me, I've always done this. I can't control my temper, and you're usually the one to calm me down and make me see sense. But you're not here. I miss you so much, and seeing as you've never had unrequited love, apart from when we both fancied each other and didn't know it, you probably don't know how much it hurts. I wish there was something I could do or say to show you, but I'm a boy, and I don't know these things and as soon as you come along, I change into the type of person everybody seems to think me to be."
Pausing for thought, he looked out of the window and saw Hermione running along the grass to the Quidditch Pitch with his sister, looking like she didn't have a care in the world. She obviously didn't. All she cared about was herself. His fury reared itself again, and fuming he threw the letter out the window, where it floated down and landed in the courtyard, next to a black haired girl. Disgusted, he hopped down from the sill and flung himself into an armchair in front of the fire.
If he'd have stayed for a minute longer, he might have seen Cho Chang pick up the letter, read it and follow Hermione to the Quidditch Pitch.
(A/N) Yay, i finished it! Finally! R/R please, anything is welcome!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, so please don't kill me, I want to finish this long-forgotten fic before I die.
A/N: Sorry it's been so long. I was busy with personal stuff and school, etc, also Fictionpress.com stories. But here's the fifth chapter of Skeletons in the Closet; enjoy. And r/r pweeease!
******** (Hermione's POV) I passed Harry on his way back from McGonagall's office. He gave me the angriest look. I really hope I can make him understand, we're supposed to be best friends. Still, I can talk to Gin, and she can wind him around her little finger. I'll talk to her-or not, as Cho's walking over. I'll think about this later...
********* Cho walked over to Hermione, and hugged her, whispering in her ear.
"Meet me in the Astronomy Tower at Midnight. We'll talk, ok?" She broke apart, leaving Hermione a little worried. Remembering they were still a secret, she shrugged and made her way to the Gryffindor Table, choosing a place next to Ginny.
"Hermione. Hi." Ginny sounded surprised. "Had a good summer?" Hermione was just about to answer when a derisive snort came from, Ginny's other side.
"You bet she did". Ginny sorted out what was going on all in a second.
"I'm sorry, Ron, did you say something?" she challenged, her eyes flashing at her brother. He lowered his eyes, defeated as usual by his strong-willed sister.
"Um, no. Sheperd's Pie went the wrong way. In fact, I'm not hungry." He got up and shoved his chair back hard, causing several people to look around at the noise. Even more people looked around at the slamming of the doors out of the Great Hall that he made. Ginny turned her accusing stare in Hermione's direction.
"What's happened, 'Mione? I know you broke up, but why....what's wrong with him?" Hermione looked guilty for a second, then shrugged.
"No idea. Hormones." She said dismissively, then shoveled pie into her mouth so quickly and un-hermione-like that Ginny knew something was up. Deciding to follow it up later, she helped herself to chocolate gateau.
******** Ron flung open the doors of his dorm and went to the window sill to think over the situation, only to find another form sillhouetted against the curtains.
"Harry! What are you doing here? I might've known actually. Annoyed, are you? Not as much as I am, mate-" Harry jumped down from the window-sill and walked towards the door. "Where you going? We've got to stick together. Harry!" Harry turned, and said in deadened tones;
"I'll talk to you later, Ron. I'm going to find Cho." Ron gave up, He sat on the sill and leaned his head against the glass of the window, cooling against his hot features. He picked up a quill and parchment, and wrote.
"Dear Hermione; I'm sorry for blowing up. You know me, I've always done this. I can't control my temper, and you're usually the one to calm me down and make me see sense. But you're not here. I miss you so much, and seeing as you've never had unrequited love, apart from when we both fancied each other and didn't know it, you probably don't know how much it hurts. I wish there was something I could do or say to show you, but I'm a boy, and I don't know these things and as soon as you come along, I change into the type of person everybody seems to think me to be."
Pausing for thought, he looked out of the window and saw Hermione running along the grass to the Quidditch Pitch with his sister, looking like she didn't have a care in the world. She obviously didn't. All she cared about was herself. His fury reared itself again, and fuming he threw the letter out the window, where it floated down and landed in the courtyard, next to a black haired girl. Disgusted, he hopped down from the sill and flung himself into an armchair in front of the fire.
If he'd have stayed for a minute longer, he might have seen Cho Chang pick up the letter, read it and follow Hermione to the Quidditch Pitch.
(A/N) Yay, i finished it! Finally! R/R please, anything is welcome!