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Chapter 2 - Wounds That Won't Heal
It was late at night, in the Gryffindor's Common Room. Ron had tears in his eyes and he was staring blankly at the fireplace. Harry put a hand on his shoulder.
"Come on, mate, don't exaggerate! It was probably just an impression!"
"Just an impression? First she stares at him in the Great Hall, then she smiles to him in the library, she's out of her minds!"
"Ron, I can't believe Hermione would EVER fall for Malfoy! She's always saying he's a looser and..."
"No, Harry, mate, she WAS always saying those things last year, but now... she's changed...a lot...", Ron burst into tears once more.
"You know, you should ask her out. Tell her you like her."
"I can't. Every time I want to talk to her I loose myself. Plus, now that she's into Malfoy..."
"She's not!"
"...she can only see his beautiful gray eyes, his beautiful blonde hair, she can only hear his beautiful voice..."
"Stop, mate! Stop! You're wrong!"
Ron shook his head, sobbing painfully.
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Late at night, on a half-dark hallway.
"Wait, Granger!"
Hermione heard the voice of a young man and some hurried footsteps. She turned back. It was him.
He got in front of her. He looked into her deep, brown eyes. Dear Merlin, when did it all get so complicated?
"I-I just wanted to... give you this.", he said, handing her a folded piece of parchment. "Errmm... See you tomorrow, in History class, Granger." He turned round and hurriedly walked away.
Hermione was paralyzed. She couldn't speak, she couldn't make a move: he had just talked to her. Finally, she unfolded the piece of parchment with trembling hands. It wrote: "I know this sounds crazy, but I like you a lot Granger. By the way, can I call you...errrm...Hermione? Anyway, we could go out sometimes if you like, just for some icecream, you know. Tell me your answer tomorrow, in the History class."
"Yes!", screamed Hermione, and made her way to the Common Room smiling and singing.
Chelle86: Yes, he is. *grin*
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Chapter 2 - Wounds That Won't Heal
It was late at night, in the Gryffindor's Common Room. Ron had tears in his eyes and he was staring blankly at the fireplace. Harry put a hand on his shoulder.
"Come on, mate, don't exaggerate! It was probably just an impression!"
"Just an impression? First she stares at him in the Great Hall, then she smiles to him in the library, she's out of her minds!"
"Ron, I can't believe Hermione would EVER fall for Malfoy! She's always saying he's a looser and..."
"No, Harry, mate, she WAS always saying those things last year, but now... she's changed...a lot...", Ron burst into tears once more.
"You know, you should ask her out. Tell her you like her."
"I can't. Every time I want to talk to her I loose myself. Plus, now that she's into Malfoy..."
"She's not!"
"...she can only see his beautiful gray eyes, his beautiful blonde hair, she can only hear his beautiful voice..."
"Stop, mate! Stop! You're wrong!"
Ron shook his head, sobbing painfully.
***
Late at night, on a half-dark hallway.
"Wait, Granger!"
Hermione heard the voice of a young man and some hurried footsteps. She turned back. It was him.
He got in front of her. He looked into her deep, brown eyes. Dear Merlin, when did it all get so complicated?
"I-I just wanted to... give you this.", he said, handing her a folded piece of parchment. "Errmm... See you tomorrow, in History class, Granger." He turned round and hurriedly walked away.
Hermione was paralyzed. She couldn't speak, she couldn't make a move: he had just talked to her. Finally, she unfolded the piece of parchment with trembling hands. It wrote: "I know this sounds crazy, but I like you a lot Granger. By the way, can I call you...errrm...Hermione? Anyway, we could go out sometimes if you like, just for some icecream, you know. Tell me your answer tomorrow, in the History class."
"Yes!", screamed Hermione, and made her way to the Common Room smiling and singing.
