The ocean rolled and sloshed, breaking on the rock. The rock is a humongous
bolder, with only a few plants growing out of it, mostly moss, and flower
buds though. It sits about half a mile from shore giving something to mark
the distance. I distractedly tugged at my curls wile I thought. Will my
family be alright? Will we survive? Who will survive? I can't bear this.
I sobbed into my hands for the um-teeth time that morning. My feet were wrinkly because of either the ocean or my tears. The water, murky brown, was moving out for high tide.
Tonks has comforted me all the way here. I first felt embarrassed for crying so much, but she saw me in MUCH worse conditions last night, so I let loose. Mrs. Weasly was so nice to me. She saw one look at me and rushed over and hugged me, and I started sobbing again, I was so happy that the boys were fishing on the rock then, and I felt better when they came back. Fred and George made friendly jokes, Mrs. Weasly must have told them last night, and Ron smiled at me.
The weirdest thing was that I felt a rush in my heart, and then my arms sprouted Goosebumps when he looked away. Ginny raised her eyebrows at me, but said nothing. Grr. Ginny always noticed things like that. I went to sit outside, and here I am. Sobbing, and in the care of my gracious friends. I feel so selfish. They welcomed me into their arms, and all I do is sob, then abandoned them for, like, and hour. I fixed my eyes on the rock, and I heard silent footsteps behind me.
They stopped a few feet behind me. I said "Ron, what is it?" without turning my head. I heard, no felt, him jump slightly in surprise. I didn't smile, but in my eyes I did. He came and sat beside me.
"Hermione," he began, "I'm so sorry."
I looked at him, he truly meant it. I smiled slightly and said, "Ron, you shouldn't be sorry, it's just so...so...so..." I couldn't go on. I started sobbing again, without any control.
He looked slightly alarmed, and hesitantly reached over and put his arm around my shoulders, stroking gently. I leaned over and buried my head in his shirt. I heard him gasp slightly. My ear was on his heart, it was beating franticly.
His shirt was soft under my hands. Too bad I was getting it soaked. I wrapped my arms around him, sobbing as hard as ever. He stroked my back, making me quiet gradually. He was whispering comforting words, though I couldn't make any of them out. I finally slowed to a stop, and he let go. I sat up straighter, and wiped my eyes on my shirt.
He re-draped his arm around my shoulder, and I leaned on his shoulder, sniffling.
I wanted this moment to last forever.
I sobbed into my hands for the um-teeth time that morning. My feet were wrinkly because of either the ocean or my tears. The water, murky brown, was moving out for high tide.
Tonks has comforted me all the way here. I first felt embarrassed for crying so much, but she saw me in MUCH worse conditions last night, so I let loose. Mrs. Weasly was so nice to me. She saw one look at me and rushed over and hugged me, and I started sobbing again, I was so happy that the boys were fishing on the rock then, and I felt better when they came back. Fred and George made friendly jokes, Mrs. Weasly must have told them last night, and Ron smiled at me.
The weirdest thing was that I felt a rush in my heart, and then my arms sprouted Goosebumps when he looked away. Ginny raised her eyebrows at me, but said nothing. Grr. Ginny always noticed things like that. I went to sit outside, and here I am. Sobbing, and in the care of my gracious friends. I feel so selfish. They welcomed me into their arms, and all I do is sob, then abandoned them for, like, and hour. I fixed my eyes on the rock, and I heard silent footsteps behind me.
They stopped a few feet behind me. I said "Ron, what is it?" without turning my head. I heard, no felt, him jump slightly in surprise. I didn't smile, but in my eyes I did. He came and sat beside me.
"Hermione," he began, "I'm so sorry."
I looked at him, he truly meant it. I smiled slightly and said, "Ron, you shouldn't be sorry, it's just so...so...so..." I couldn't go on. I started sobbing again, without any control.
He looked slightly alarmed, and hesitantly reached over and put his arm around my shoulders, stroking gently. I leaned over and buried my head in his shirt. I heard him gasp slightly. My ear was on his heart, it was beating franticly.
His shirt was soft under my hands. Too bad I was getting it soaked. I wrapped my arms around him, sobbing as hard as ever. He stroked my back, making me quiet gradually. He was whispering comforting words, though I couldn't make any of them out. I finally slowed to a stop, and he let go. I sat up straighter, and wiped my eyes on my shirt.
He re-draped his arm around my shoulder, and I leaned on his shoulder, sniffling.
I wanted this moment to last forever.