The Worst Way to Miss Someone
"The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them."
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Nope, not anything. 'Cept maybe Jordan, but he is being mean to me, so prolly not. :(
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A/N Sorry about the wait. I know it may not be long to you guys, but it seems to me like I haven't updated in ages! I'm really tired, but I will try to get this posted tonight. Thanks to my reviewers, without you people I wouldn't be doing this!
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Chapter Seven: Meeting with McGonagall
Hermione woke up to find her pillow damp and her eyes red and puffy. It took her a few moments to realize why she felt so sad and angry all at once. But then, as though a film was playing in her head, she relived the previous night's activities. Hermione started to cry again.
Several moments later after quieting down, Hermione sat up and looked at herself in the mirror. She was a terrible mess. 'Joy,' she thought as she pulled her feet out from under her. As she gathered what she would need to take with her to the shower, Hermione paused to look at a picture of herself, Ron, and Harry that had been taken the summer after her fifth year. She looked at the happy smiling faces that they were displaying. They were at a beach in Miami, Florida. Hermione's mother had gone to the USA for a few weeks for a business trip, and Hermione begged to be allowed to go. Once her mother consented, Hermione asked if they could take Ron and Harry along too.
Those weeks in America were some of the best in Hermione's life. She had become closer to both of her friends and explored a country that she had only dreamed about. Hermione got her first real kiss on that trip, in that country. She was never likely to forget it.
Hermione shook herself mentally, arousing herself from her recollections. She picked up her toiletries and went out the door of her dorm.
Draco Malfoy was sitting on the coach, still half naked from the night before. He was asleep. Luckily, Pansy Parkinson was gone.
Hermione looked at him with disgust. 'Man whore,' she thought and went into the bathroom almost hoping to drown herself in the shower.
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At breakfast, Hermione looked around the Great Hall, hoping for some glimpse of Ron or Harry. After a few moments she spotted a thatch of bright red hair walking by an untidy mess of black. She settled herself back down. They would be there any moment. As she began to butter a piece of toast, someone sat down beside her. But it wasn't Harry or Ron. Hermione looked up and was startled to see Ginny by her side.
"Hey Gin," Hermione said after regaining her decorum. "What's up?"
"Guess what?" Ginny practically squealed.
"Pray tell," said Hermione almost automatically.
"Guess who just asked me out?"
"I give up. Who?"
"Harry!"
Hermione felt her stomach drop. Harry Potter asked out Ginny Weasley? Now that was almost hilarious. Trying to keep the laughter out of her voice, Hermione said, "And what did you say?"
"Well, duh! That's a given. I said yes, didn't I?" said Ginny, rolling her eyes. "I would have leapt into his arms and screamed 'heck yeah' but I didn't think it would be very ladylike."
"Hmm," Hermione said. "You might have a point. Well congrats, Ginny. I'm really happy for you."
"Are you sure?" said Ginny, looking nervous for the first time. "You aren't jealous, are you?"
"Jealous? Ha! I've already had my turn with the famous Harry Potter. You go enjoy yours, don't worry about me!"
Ginny's uncertain smile turned into a huge grin. "Oh thanks, Hermione. I knew you would understand. Well, I better go change."
"Why? You look fine the way you are," Hermione said, puzzled.
"Yeah, but this morning I dressed in the 'Come get me boys' way. And now I need to dress in the 'Back off, I'm taken' way," Ginny said.
"And how does one do that?" Hermione said.
"Oh Hermione, you're hopeless!" said Ginny as she rushed off.
'Whatever,' Hermione thought and started again on her toast. Sooner than she wanted, Harry and Ron joined her.
"Well," she said. "Ginny sure seems to be excited about something."
Harry grinned. "So, you've heard about that, have you?"
"Apparently," Hermione grinned. "Well, I'm proud of you Harry. But remember, no kissing on the first date!"
Ron shuddered. "You sound like my mother, Hermione!"
They laughed. Suddenly Hermione saw Professor McGonagall get up from the staff table.
"Hey guys, talk to you at lunch. I gotta talk to Professor McGonagall about something real fast," Hermione said. The boys nodded and she stood up.
Hermione walked to the end of the table and called out to Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall looked up and went to meet Hermione.
"Professor, I need to speak with you about, um, Head business," Hermione said.
"Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Um, can we do it somewhere other than here?" asked Hermione, casting her eyes about the hall.
"Yes, of course. Come with me to my office and we shall talk," Professor McGonagall said and turned to face the staircase. She began to climb it. Hermione followed.
Minutes later, they entered Professor McGonagall's office. Professor McGonagall sat in the chair behind the desk and beckoned Hermione to sit also. Hermione did so.
"So, Miss Granger, how can I help you?" said Professor McGonagall.
"I was wondering if I could resign as Head Girl," said Hermione in a rush.
Professor McGonagall got a very odd expression on her face. "Why, Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall said, "Why would you want to do that? I don't think any of our Heads have ever requested to be released from duty."
"It's just," Hermione said, "that I can't work with the ...... Head Boy. I just can't."
"Miss Granger, I'm sure that you and Mr. Malfoy will resolve your conflicts."
"I doubt it," said Hermione under her breath.
"I'm sorry, Miss Granger, but I don't think I can release you from duty. You may appeal to the Headmaster, but I believe he will feel the same way I do. You accepted this calling, and we expect you to do what you promised you would do," Professor McGonagall said matter-of-factly.
"Joy," muttered Hermione.
"Anything else I can help you with?" asked Professor McGonagall.
"No," said Hermione. "That's all."
Hermione stood up to leave. She could hardly keep from showing her disappointment. But she couldn't help but think that she was glad that Professor McGonagall had said no. Maybe she had acted a little too rashly. She was sure that if she lost her position, she could never get it back. Maybe it was good that she had to keep it.
"Oh joy," she muttered again as she strode off to her first class.
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A/N Okay people! Thanks for reading. Yeah I know, you all think that I am following the pattern of every other person who writes Hr/D fics. Very cliche'. I'm sorry. But this story will have a few twists. A lot of twists actually. I have a few ideas in this diabolically evil head of mine. Let's just say that Hermione will have a lot of stress, and not all of it will be school-induced. But we will get to that when the time comes.
Real fast I want to give a big THANK YOU to all of my reviewers. If you people didn't review I wouldn't be writing!
hugs
"The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them."
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Nope, not anything. 'Cept maybe Jordan, but he is being mean to me, so prolly not. :(
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A/N Sorry about the wait. I know it may not be long to you guys, but it seems to me like I haven't updated in ages! I'm really tired, but I will try to get this posted tonight. Thanks to my reviewers, without you people I wouldn't be doing this!
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Chapter Seven: Meeting with McGonagall
Hermione woke up to find her pillow damp and her eyes red and puffy. It took her a few moments to realize why she felt so sad and angry all at once. But then, as though a film was playing in her head, she relived the previous night's activities. Hermione started to cry again.
Several moments later after quieting down, Hermione sat up and looked at herself in the mirror. She was a terrible mess. 'Joy,' she thought as she pulled her feet out from under her. As she gathered what she would need to take with her to the shower, Hermione paused to look at a picture of herself, Ron, and Harry that had been taken the summer after her fifth year. She looked at the happy smiling faces that they were displaying. They were at a beach in Miami, Florida. Hermione's mother had gone to the USA for a few weeks for a business trip, and Hermione begged to be allowed to go. Once her mother consented, Hermione asked if they could take Ron and Harry along too.
Those weeks in America were some of the best in Hermione's life. She had become closer to both of her friends and explored a country that she had only dreamed about. Hermione got her first real kiss on that trip, in that country. She was never likely to forget it.
Hermione shook herself mentally, arousing herself from her recollections. She picked up her toiletries and went out the door of her dorm.
Draco Malfoy was sitting on the coach, still half naked from the night before. He was asleep. Luckily, Pansy Parkinson was gone.
Hermione looked at him with disgust. 'Man whore,' she thought and went into the bathroom almost hoping to drown herself in the shower.
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At breakfast, Hermione looked around the Great Hall, hoping for some glimpse of Ron or Harry. After a few moments she spotted a thatch of bright red hair walking by an untidy mess of black. She settled herself back down. They would be there any moment. As she began to butter a piece of toast, someone sat down beside her. But it wasn't Harry or Ron. Hermione looked up and was startled to see Ginny by her side.
"Hey Gin," Hermione said after regaining her decorum. "What's up?"
"Guess what?" Ginny practically squealed.
"Pray tell," said Hermione almost automatically.
"Guess who just asked me out?"
"I give up. Who?"
"Harry!"
Hermione felt her stomach drop. Harry Potter asked out Ginny Weasley? Now that was almost hilarious. Trying to keep the laughter out of her voice, Hermione said, "And what did you say?"
"Well, duh! That's a given. I said yes, didn't I?" said Ginny, rolling her eyes. "I would have leapt into his arms and screamed 'heck yeah' but I didn't think it would be very ladylike."
"Hmm," Hermione said. "You might have a point. Well congrats, Ginny. I'm really happy for you."
"Are you sure?" said Ginny, looking nervous for the first time. "You aren't jealous, are you?"
"Jealous? Ha! I've already had my turn with the famous Harry Potter. You go enjoy yours, don't worry about me!"
Ginny's uncertain smile turned into a huge grin. "Oh thanks, Hermione. I knew you would understand. Well, I better go change."
"Why? You look fine the way you are," Hermione said, puzzled.
"Yeah, but this morning I dressed in the 'Come get me boys' way. And now I need to dress in the 'Back off, I'm taken' way," Ginny said.
"And how does one do that?" Hermione said.
"Oh Hermione, you're hopeless!" said Ginny as she rushed off.
'Whatever,' Hermione thought and started again on her toast. Sooner than she wanted, Harry and Ron joined her.
"Well," she said. "Ginny sure seems to be excited about something."
Harry grinned. "So, you've heard about that, have you?"
"Apparently," Hermione grinned. "Well, I'm proud of you Harry. But remember, no kissing on the first date!"
Ron shuddered. "You sound like my mother, Hermione!"
They laughed. Suddenly Hermione saw Professor McGonagall get up from the staff table.
"Hey guys, talk to you at lunch. I gotta talk to Professor McGonagall about something real fast," Hermione said. The boys nodded and she stood up.
Hermione walked to the end of the table and called out to Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall looked up and went to meet Hermione.
"Professor, I need to speak with you about, um, Head business," Hermione said.
"Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Um, can we do it somewhere other than here?" asked Hermione, casting her eyes about the hall.
"Yes, of course. Come with me to my office and we shall talk," Professor McGonagall said and turned to face the staircase. She began to climb it. Hermione followed.
Minutes later, they entered Professor McGonagall's office. Professor McGonagall sat in the chair behind the desk and beckoned Hermione to sit also. Hermione did so.
"So, Miss Granger, how can I help you?" said Professor McGonagall.
"I was wondering if I could resign as Head Girl," said Hermione in a rush.
Professor McGonagall got a very odd expression on her face. "Why, Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall said, "Why would you want to do that? I don't think any of our Heads have ever requested to be released from duty."
"It's just," Hermione said, "that I can't work with the ...... Head Boy. I just can't."
"Miss Granger, I'm sure that you and Mr. Malfoy will resolve your conflicts."
"I doubt it," said Hermione under her breath.
"I'm sorry, Miss Granger, but I don't think I can release you from duty. You may appeal to the Headmaster, but I believe he will feel the same way I do. You accepted this calling, and we expect you to do what you promised you would do," Professor McGonagall said matter-of-factly.
"Joy," muttered Hermione.
"Anything else I can help you with?" asked Professor McGonagall.
"No," said Hermione. "That's all."
Hermione stood up to leave. She could hardly keep from showing her disappointment. But she couldn't help but think that she was glad that Professor McGonagall had said no. Maybe she had acted a little too rashly. She was sure that if she lost her position, she could never get it back. Maybe it was good that she had to keep it.
"Oh joy," she muttered again as she strode off to her first class.
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A/N Okay people! Thanks for reading. Yeah I know, you all think that I am following the pattern of every other person who writes Hr/D fics. Very cliche'. I'm sorry. But this story will have a few twists. A lot of twists actually. I have a few ideas in this diabolically evil head of mine. Let's just say that Hermione will have a lot of stress, and not all of it will be school-induced. But we will get to that when the time comes.
Real fast I want to give a big THANK YOU to all of my reviewers. If you people didn't review I wouldn't be writing!
hugs