Everything seemed to be tainted with a grey colour as Hermione walked to
the common room. She was dazed and shocked. Her best friend going out with
one of the other girls? The guy she was madly crazed about was going out
with Lavender?
Hermione could not believe it. There had to be a mistake. Why on earth would Harry like Lavender? Sure, she was pretty, and she was nice, and funny, and fun to hang around with, but what did Lavender have that Hermione didn't?
Hermione felt sick with herself as she realized what she was thinking. These were two of her friends, and she was contemptuously analyzing their relationship?
But still.how was she going to survive everything between Lavender and Harry? She knew she would be drawn in because she was close to both of them, so her heart was going to gradually shrivel up and cark it.
Her head was still buzzing with thoughts as she curled up in her big four- poster bed. Pretending to be asleep, she did not make a move or sound when Parvati and Lavender entered, and in return the two exchanged a conversation in whispers, so as not to "wake" her.
"I am so happy for you, Lav!" exclaimed Parvati.
"I know, you've told me," Lavender said, pretending to roll her eyes. The two were still bouncing on their feet, and behaving like total children. Hermione felt a twinge of envy. She would have liked a girl friend that would be as happy for her as Parvati and Lavender were for each other. She'd never had very many close friends, even in elementary school. Now she was at Hogwarts, she had hoped things would be different. And sure, she had made great friends out of Harry and Ron, but what about all the girls? None of them had been particularly friendly towards her, thinking she was a snob simply because she liked to study.
And now the closest friend she had ever had was going to be kissing and hanging around with another girl. Hermione wanted to hurl a pillow at something.
Although she did not know how, eventually she got to sleep. When she woke, though, it was in the very early hours of the morning, and the sun had not yet risen. The castle was grey with the early morn, and Hermione decided she could not stand to stay in bed. She had to go get her mind off this stupid thing with Harry and Lavender. She decided to go to the library, her sanctuary.
But even when books surrounded her, she wasn't completely happy. There were so many memories of happy times with Harry and Ron in this library. Like, the table over there. That was where she had asked Harry and Ron to be part of SPEW all those years ago, before she had realized it was a pathetic idea and she should give it up.
The section on water spells reminded her of their fourth year, when Harry had been in the Triwizard Tournament, and she had desperately tried to help him with the third task.
There was the desk on the right of the room, where Hermione and Ron had first told Harry about their relationship.
The book on a table nearby reminded her of the time she and Harry had fought over whether or not Harry and Ron were allowed to go to Hogsmeade on the day before their exams started in sixth year. She and Harry had been poring over the book together, when Ron had come in and asked if Harry was ready to go. Hermione had protested wildly, but only because she wanted to make sure that Ron and Harry did not fail their exams. She had cared so much about them both, and still did. They hadn't ever realized that was why she had bugged them so much about being on task in the library during revision time; they thought she was simply annoying.
Sighing, Hermione left the library. Looking out a window in an empty classroom as she wandered aimlessly through the castle, she saw them. Harry and Lavender. They were going on a walk together. She hadn't noticed Lavenders bed being empty. She saw Harry reach out and take Lavenders hand as they walked, and Lavender reached over and kissed Harry on the cheek. They looked so happy, and Hermione did not want to rain on their parade. She pretended she had never seen it, and they never mentioned it again.
She realized she had to get over Harry. But how?
Hermione could not believe it. There had to be a mistake. Why on earth would Harry like Lavender? Sure, she was pretty, and she was nice, and funny, and fun to hang around with, but what did Lavender have that Hermione didn't?
Hermione felt sick with herself as she realized what she was thinking. These were two of her friends, and she was contemptuously analyzing their relationship?
But still.how was she going to survive everything between Lavender and Harry? She knew she would be drawn in because she was close to both of them, so her heart was going to gradually shrivel up and cark it.
Her head was still buzzing with thoughts as she curled up in her big four- poster bed. Pretending to be asleep, she did not make a move or sound when Parvati and Lavender entered, and in return the two exchanged a conversation in whispers, so as not to "wake" her.
"I am so happy for you, Lav!" exclaimed Parvati.
"I know, you've told me," Lavender said, pretending to roll her eyes. The two were still bouncing on their feet, and behaving like total children. Hermione felt a twinge of envy. She would have liked a girl friend that would be as happy for her as Parvati and Lavender were for each other. She'd never had very many close friends, even in elementary school. Now she was at Hogwarts, she had hoped things would be different. And sure, she had made great friends out of Harry and Ron, but what about all the girls? None of them had been particularly friendly towards her, thinking she was a snob simply because she liked to study.
And now the closest friend she had ever had was going to be kissing and hanging around with another girl. Hermione wanted to hurl a pillow at something.
Although she did not know how, eventually she got to sleep. When she woke, though, it was in the very early hours of the morning, and the sun had not yet risen. The castle was grey with the early morn, and Hermione decided she could not stand to stay in bed. She had to go get her mind off this stupid thing with Harry and Lavender. She decided to go to the library, her sanctuary.
But even when books surrounded her, she wasn't completely happy. There were so many memories of happy times with Harry and Ron in this library. Like, the table over there. That was where she had asked Harry and Ron to be part of SPEW all those years ago, before she had realized it was a pathetic idea and she should give it up.
The section on water spells reminded her of their fourth year, when Harry had been in the Triwizard Tournament, and she had desperately tried to help him with the third task.
There was the desk on the right of the room, where Hermione and Ron had first told Harry about their relationship.
The book on a table nearby reminded her of the time she and Harry had fought over whether or not Harry and Ron were allowed to go to Hogsmeade on the day before their exams started in sixth year. She and Harry had been poring over the book together, when Ron had come in and asked if Harry was ready to go. Hermione had protested wildly, but only because she wanted to make sure that Ron and Harry did not fail their exams. She had cared so much about them both, and still did. They hadn't ever realized that was why she had bugged them so much about being on task in the library during revision time; they thought she was simply annoying.
Sighing, Hermione left the library. Looking out a window in an empty classroom as she wandered aimlessly through the castle, she saw them. Harry and Lavender. They were going on a walk together. She hadn't noticed Lavenders bed being empty. She saw Harry reach out and take Lavenders hand as they walked, and Lavender reached over and kissed Harry on the cheek. They looked so happy, and Hermione did not want to rain on their parade. She pretended she had never seen it, and they never mentioned it again.
She realized she had to get over Harry. But how?