Will It Ever End?
A/N here's the next chapter! Hope you like it! r/r plz!
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"Ok, here we are. Rooms 98 and 99," Mr. Weasley said, as they stopped in front of two doors and opening one. It was a very beautiful and big room. It was like a house more than a hotel room. The bed sheets and blinds were a goldish brown color, and the floor was a very snowy color; it was soft as fluff. There was a tv, tons of lamps, a huge bathroom, and even a walk-in closet. Right next to one of the double beds was a glass door that lead to a balcony.
"Ok, Ron, you, Ginny, Hermione and Harry can share this room, and me, your father, Fred and George'll share the other," Mrs. Weasley told them, and they went to look at their room, while Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny started setting their bags down. It was surprising that Mrs. Weasley suggested that they share rooms, since the events in the 4th year. They didn't mention anything, because she might change her mind.
"Look at the view!" Ginny said, running over to the balcony, as the others followed. It was overlooking a beautiful lake. By now, the sun was setting, so it was even more beautiful. Even if it was, Hermione was very shaky, because she was afraid of heights. Ron was a little afraid aswell, but not too badly. He took notice of Hermione slightly shaking, and he smiled.
"Don't like heights?" he asked her, and she nodded. "Me too."
"They don't bother me at all," Ginny said, leaning over the rail a little.
"We can see that," Harry said, laughing nervously.
"Is it just me, or does Harry seem worried?" Ron whispered to Hermione.
"It's not you, that's for sure. I think someone's in love," she replied. Ron froze in his spot, thinking of what she said. If Harry was falling for Ginny..he'd tell him, right? 'Maybe not,' Ron thought. 'He might've thought I'd kill him..which I would.' They all went inside and started to unpack.
"I'm going to check to see if they have anything to drink," Ron said, getting up. Hermione shot Harry a look, and he got up.
"Same here," he said, and they both left.
"I'm going to check to see what we're doing tomorrow," Ginny said, and went to the other room. Hermione sighed, and started to unpack some more. She went to put her brush in the bathroom when she saw a notebook. 'Who's is this?' she thought, and opened the first page. It had a ton of writing on it, in almost every color. On the first page, there was a poem:
Hatred and pain is all I feel,
Been told I'm loved, but it aint real.
Have no meaning, no reason to live,
I have nothing to give.
Why would anyone love me??
I'm a Freak, can't u see??
I'm the kid no one loves,
the one no one wants to hug.
All I want is someone to hold,
It's the best part of life, or so I'm told.
It kills me to see all the couples in school,
Being the only one single, I feel like a fool.
I hate being teased because I have no one!!
Well when your all dead, that will be done.
Then I'll be left all alone,
With my love un-known.
Hermione looked on the back of the cover page and it said, "Owned by: Ron Weasley". She stood there in shock. The poem was written recently, so that ment Ron wasn't over death. Tears welled up in her eyes as she put the notebook back. She couldn't look any further in the notebook to see her crush in so much pain. Just then, the door opened. It was Ron.
"Harry's having a bit of trouble with the machines, so he went to get help. He just told me to come back here," he said. When Hermione didn't answer, he took notice. "What's wrong Hermione?"
"N-nothing," she said, trying to sound normal, but it didn't work.
"I know something is, Hermione. Come on. You can tell me," Ron begged, but she didn't say anything; just shook her head. He looked around the room, and saw his notebook on the counter. 'Oh, no..' Ron thought. Why did he just leave it lying there? "You saw my notebook?" she slowly nodded.
"I was just putting something away and I saw it. I opened it to see who it belonged to..and..and.." Hermione started saying, but she couldn't finish. She went over and hugged him. "Ron, please don't do anything bad. We can't lose you; I can't lose you."
"I won't. I promise," Ron whispered to her. He couldn't believe that she was so hurt. They heard the door open again, and they quickly let go. The person who entered was Harry.
"All that trouble for a flat soda.." he mumbled, not saying anything about Ron and Hermione. "Never get drinks here..I even bet the food's flat. And it took me a bit to get someone to help me, considering I don't speak French. Do you know how to say, 'your stupid machine won't give me my soda, and I spent a lot for it. Can you PLEASE help me?', Hermione?"
"Uh..I don't think so, Harry," Hermione smiled while trying to hide her red, puffy eyes. When Ginny got back, they started talking.
"Hey, Hermione? You said earlier that you were afraid of heights..why's that?" Harry asked her. She looked to the ground, and thought. 'Should I tell them?' She looked back up.
"Well, when I was younger, I was, you know, exploring things. My parents wouldn't let me by the stairs, but when they were sleeping, I got up and tried to climb down them. 'Course, I didn't really make it. I fell right down them, and there were about 24 hard stairs. Cut my head open, and broke my arm," Hermione said, though it was only the half truth; of course she cut her head open and broke her arm..but she wasn't trying to climb down them; nor up.
"Woah.." was all they said. they didn't ask any more questions, and they fell asleep..all but Hermione. She couldn't help but think of what happened that day..the day every horrible thing started for her. . . . . .
***Fear is nothing but the anticipation of pain, be it physical, mental, spiritual or emotional.***
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A/N Wow..I used a big word..welled..lol, or at least a word I never used in my stories b4, heh. Snails rule, btw _@/ºº _@/ºº Lol, well, hoped ya liked it.. I kept thinkin..
"That's not how you spell heights
..I know..I was just testing you *Cough*"
lol, well..PLZ REVIEW!! THANKS 2 THOSE WHO DID! LUV U!
A/N here's the next chapter! Hope you like it! r/r plz!
~*~*~
"Ok, here we are. Rooms 98 and 99," Mr. Weasley said, as they stopped in front of two doors and opening one. It was a very beautiful and big room. It was like a house more than a hotel room. The bed sheets and blinds were a goldish brown color, and the floor was a very snowy color; it was soft as fluff. There was a tv, tons of lamps, a huge bathroom, and even a walk-in closet. Right next to one of the double beds was a glass door that lead to a balcony.
"Ok, Ron, you, Ginny, Hermione and Harry can share this room, and me, your father, Fred and George'll share the other," Mrs. Weasley told them, and they went to look at their room, while Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny started setting their bags down. It was surprising that Mrs. Weasley suggested that they share rooms, since the events in the 4th year. They didn't mention anything, because she might change her mind.
"Look at the view!" Ginny said, running over to the balcony, as the others followed. It was overlooking a beautiful lake. By now, the sun was setting, so it was even more beautiful. Even if it was, Hermione was very shaky, because she was afraid of heights. Ron was a little afraid aswell, but not too badly. He took notice of Hermione slightly shaking, and he smiled.
"Don't like heights?" he asked her, and she nodded. "Me too."
"They don't bother me at all," Ginny said, leaning over the rail a little.
"We can see that," Harry said, laughing nervously.
"Is it just me, or does Harry seem worried?" Ron whispered to Hermione.
"It's not you, that's for sure. I think someone's in love," she replied. Ron froze in his spot, thinking of what she said. If Harry was falling for Ginny..he'd tell him, right? 'Maybe not,' Ron thought. 'He might've thought I'd kill him..which I would.' They all went inside and started to unpack.
"I'm going to check to see if they have anything to drink," Ron said, getting up. Hermione shot Harry a look, and he got up.
"Same here," he said, and they both left.
"I'm going to check to see what we're doing tomorrow," Ginny said, and went to the other room. Hermione sighed, and started to unpack some more. She went to put her brush in the bathroom when she saw a notebook. 'Who's is this?' she thought, and opened the first page. It had a ton of writing on it, in almost every color. On the first page, there was a poem:
Hatred and pain is all I feel,
Been told I'm loved, but it aint real.
Have no meaning, no reason to live,
I have nothing to give.
Why would anyone love me??
I'm a Freak, can't u see??
I'm the kid no one loves,
the one no one wants to hug.
All I want is someone to hold,
It's the best part of life, or so I'm told.
It kills me to see all the couples in school,
Being the only one single, I feel like a fool.
I hate being teased because I have no one!!
Well when your all dead, that will be done.
Then I'll be left all alone,
With my love un-known.
Hermione looked on the back of the cover page and it said, "Owned by: Ron Weasley". She stood there in shock. The poem was written recently, so that ment Ron wasn't over death. Tears welled up in her eyes as she put the notebook back. She couldn't look any further in the notebook to see her crush in so much pain. Just then, the door opened. It was Ron.
"Harry's having a bit of trouble with the machines, so he went to get help. He just told me to come back here," he said. When Hermione didn't answer, he took notice. "What's wrong Hermione?"
"N-nothing," she said, trying to sound normal, but it didn't work.
"I know something is, Hermione. Come on. You can tell me," Ron begged, but she didn't say anything; just shook her head. He looked around the room, and saw his notebook on the counter. 'Oh, no..' Ron thought. Why did he just leave it lying there? "You saw my notebook?" she slowly nodded.
"I was just putting something away and I saw it. I opened it to see who it belonged to..and..and.." Hermione started saying, but she couldn't finish. She went over and hugged him. "Ron, please don't do anything bad. We can't lose you; I can't lose you."
"I won't. I promise," Ron whispered to her. He couldn't believe that she was so hurt. They heard the door open again, and they quickly let go. The person who entered was Harry.
"All that trouble for a flat soda.." he mumbled, not saying anything about Ron and Hermione. "Never get drinks here..I even bet the food's flat. And it took me a bit to get someone to help me, considering I don't speak French. Do you know how to say, 'your stupid machine won't give me my soda, and I spent a lot for it. Can you PLEASE help me?', Hermione?"
"Uh..I don't think so, Harry," Hermione smiled while trying to hide her red, puffy eyes. When Ginny got back, they started talking.
"Hey, Hermione? You said earlier that you were afraid of heights..why's that?" Harry asked her. She looked to the ground, and thought. 'Should I tell them?' She looked back up.
"Well, when I was younger, I was, you know, exploring things. My parents wouldn't let me by the stairs, but when they were sleeping, I got up and tried to climb down them. 'Course, I didn't really make it. I fell right down them, and there were about 24 hard stairs. Cut my head open, and broke my arm," Hermione said, though it was only the half truth; of course she cut her head open and broke her arm..but she wasn't trying to climb down them; nor up.
"Woah.." was all they said. they didn't ask any more questions, and they fell asleep..all but Hermione. She couldn't help but think of what happened that day..the day every horrible thing started for her. . . . . .
***Fear is nothing but the anticipation of pain, be it physical, mental, spiritual or emotional.***
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A/N Wow..I used a big word..welled..lol, or at least a word I never used in my stories b4, heh. Snails rule, btw _@/ºº _@/ºº Lol, well, hoped ya liked it.. I kept thinkin..
"That's not how you spell heights
..I know..I was just testing you *Cough*"
lol, well..PLZ REVIEW!! THANKS 2 THOSE WHO DID! LUV U!