Fifth Chappie! Hope you like it, sorry if you've been waiting a couple days
but I've been writing other stories, so enjoy!!! ~Wronged-Princess
The days seemed to go by shorter when she was spending them with Jordan and although she was having a great time she couldn't go on like this. She would have to tell Jordan, but she didn't exactly have to tell Chris, she could stop going out with him without him knowing about Jordan. Yes, she thought, that would be the most practical way. She shifted her eyes to the window at her left as she saw something fly past it. It was raining outside, that was probably all she saw, but it seemed for a second that it had been something more, somebody perhaps. She continued to stare at the window but nothing was there besides the falling rain hitting against it. She turned around at her bed and continued to read her book until-BANG- something hard had hit her window and Hermione's head flew around. She looked out in awe as she saw Chris' wet face right outside the window. Hermione blinked hard and opened her eyes but the view was still there.
Hermione ran to the window, undid the hatch and pulled it up. Sure enough there sat Chris' wet body with a drenched broomstick underneath him. "Oh my god, Chris!?" She gasped "What are you doing out there?" Hermione pulled the dripping Chris into her room, sat him down on her bed and ran and got him a towel. He was shivering "I c-can't bel-lieve I ma-a-ade it-t" His chattering mouth formed into a smile. "I m-missed y-you so much." Hermione instantly felt a major guilt trip, if she had known he was planning to fly to her house in the drenching rain than she would have advised him not to, or at least thought of what she was going to say. She just sat there and listened to his story on how he had gotten here with a small smile on her face-but on the inside she was aching with fear, desperation and most of all confusion.
Chris being here had reminded Hermione why she had gone out with him the whole year and now she felt majorly crushed by what she had done to him, when all he had done was love her...Or not? Chris' story was starting to turn sour. "I couldn't go through the summer knowing I was doing this to you, it hurt me too much and I'm so sorry." He had said. "W-What are you talking about Chris, you didn't hurt me, I don't understand." Chris' expression saddened "I did" He said "I met this girl, at a party I went to about a week ago, and we drank a little too much and I slept with her. I know I should've told you sooner but I really didn't know what to say. I don't think we should go out anymore because if I can't trust myself than how will you trust me?" Chris hesitated but went on "I hope we can still be good friends, because I still love you..."
Hermione lay in her bed reliving the earlier incident. She fiddled around with the zipper on her sweater, "at least now I don't have to worry about having two boyfriends" she thought to herself.
The days seemed to go by shorter when she was spending them with Jordan and although she was having a great time she couldn't go on like this. She would have to tell Jordan, but she didn't exactly have to tell Chris, she could stop going out with him without him knowing about Jordan. Yes, she thought, that would be the most practical way. She shifted her eyes to the window at her left as she saw something fly past it. It was raining outside, that was probably all she saw, but it seemed for a second that it had been something more, somebody perhaps. She continued to stare at the window but nothing was there besides the falling rain hitting against it. She turned around at her bed and continued to read her book until-BANG- something hard had hit her window and Hermione's head flew around. She looked out in awe as she saw Chris' wet face right outside the window. Hermione blinked hard and opened her eyes but the view was still there.
Hermione ran to the window, undid the hatch and pulled it up. Sure enough there sat Chris' wet body with a drenched broomstick underneath him. "Oh my god, Chris!?" She gasped "What are you doing out there?" Hermione pulled the dripping Chris into her room, sat him down on her bed and ran and got him a towel. He was shivering "I c-can't bel-lieve I ma-a-ade it-t" His chattering mouth formed into a smile. "I m-missed y-you so much." Hermione instantly felt a major guilt trip, if she had known he was planning to fly to her house in the drenching rain than she would have advised him not to, or at least thought of what she was going to say. She just sat there and listened to his story on how he had gotten here with a small smile on her face-but on the inside she was aching with fear, desperation and most of all confusion.
Chris being here had reminded Hermione why she had gone out with him the whole year and now she felt majorly crushed by what she had done to him, when all he had done was love her...Or not? Chris' story was starting to turn sour. "I couldn't go through the summer knowing I was doing this to you, it hurt me too much and I'm so sorry." He had said. "W-What are you talking about Chris, you didn't hurt me, I don't understand." Chris' expression saddened "I did" He said "I met this girl, at a party I went to about a week ago, and we drank a little too much and I slept with her. I know I should've told you sooner but I really didn't know what to say. I don't think we should go out anymore because if I can't trust myself than how will you trust me?" Chris hesitated but went on "I hope we can still be good friends, because I still love you..."
Hermione lay in her bed reliving the earlier incident. She fiddled around with the zipper on her sweater, "at least now I don't have to worry about having two boyfriends" she thought to herself.