Chapter Ten: Nightingale
August 10, 1995
I went into Ginny's room this morning while Ginny was in the shower to see if Hermione was ready for breakfast. At first when I knocked on the door, nobody answered. Finally I just opened the door to see if she was still asleep or something and there she was, lying on her bed crying. She was singing some song by a Muggle band. There were these lyrics that were just the saddest thing I've ever heard in my life. "I'll have to walk a thousand miles, just to find the ground deserving of your feet. You could throw me down, and walk on me, and I'd just look on through my love and through the haze.
I can't imagine who in the world Hermione loves enough to let them walk all over her and hurt her like that. If that stupid Krum bloke is making her that sad, well, I don't know what I'll do but it'll be bad! I still haven't gotten the nerve to go in there and ask her about him but I don't really know if she would want to talk to me about it. I guess she thinks of me as her friend but what if I ask her and she just looks at me like I'm stupid or I make her cry again.
After that conversation we had the other day I feel really weird just being around her. I mean, knowing that she's so sad about wanting to be in love with somebody... well, it just makes me think that I should never have been so hard on her about being with Krum. I know that she wasn't doing it to betray us. She just really wanted to be loved so she got sucked into his little game.
I mean, she never did come down to breakfast this morning and it's beginning to look as if she won't be down for lunch either (corned beef... blarg). Speaking of which, I really need to go and put in a few hours on the Quidditch Pitch before I sit and stare distastefully at the corned beef.
Ron hurried down the stairs with his broom over his shoulder, pausing only for a moment to press his ear against Ginny's door in apprehension. When he heard nothing he continued on down the stairs and through the kitchen towards the back door without even realizing that Hermione and Ginny were sitting and talking at the scrubbed wooden table.
As Ron walked out of the back door the first thing he noticed was that Fred and George were already on the pitch. "Great," he thought, "Now I have to listen to them harass me." This didn't seem like an enjoyable course of action so Ron decided to go and sit under the large willow tree about a quarter mile from the house. He hopped on his broom and sped off towards the tree, sincerely hoping that it wouldn't be occupied as well. To his relief, there seemed to be no one around so he rolled off of his broomstick and onto the springy grass beneath the tree.
The willow tree had been a favorite spot of Ron's ever since he could remember and it seemed that every time he would come to sit, surrounded by it's thick, curtain-like branches, all his problems would go away for a while. Maybe it was just because of the feeling that he was in another world, the feeling that no one could ever find him or hurt him or make him feel as if he didn't belong once he had walked through those curtains. Whatever it may have been, that tree was like a security blanket to Ron so when, upon crossing through that barrier between the chaotic world and the calm solitude of his tree, he noticed that deep lines had been carved into the bark... Well needless to say, he was enraged.
Upon closer inspection of this vandalism, however, his anger faded into an odd mixture of shock and confusion. There, In the bark of his precious tree, were carved the words "Hermione Loves Ron" and on the ground lay a piece of paper crumpled up into a ball. Ron opened it curiously and was shocked when he found it to be the song he had written. The song that Hermione had turned down, and the song that had been missing when he had tried to retrieve it from the trash.
"What kind of joke is this?" Ron asked aloud. Who would do this? Who would try to make Hermione look bad and embarrass her like this? The first person, or people as it were, that came to mind were Fred and George. What a dreadful prank to play on someone. Ron decided to go right away and talk to Fred and George about this.
A/N: Well it has been quite a while hasn't it? Sorry for the wait but I do hope to be writing more soon. This chapter was named after the song "Nightingale" by Saves the Day. So I hope that you enjoyed the chapter and please do review!
August 10, 1995
I went into Ginny's room this morning while Ginny was in the shower to see if Hermione was ready for breakfast. At first when I knocked on the door, nobody answered. Finally I just opened the door to see if she was still asleep or something and there she was, lying on her bed crying. She was singing some song by a Muggle band. There were these lyrics that were just the saddest thing I've ever heard in my life. "I'll have to walk a thousand miles, just to find the ground deserving of your feet. You could throw me down, and walk on me, and I'd just look on through my love and through the haze.
I can't imagine who in the world Hermione loves enough to let them walk all over her and hurt her like that. If that stupid Krum bloke is making her that sad, well, I don't know what I'll do but it'll be bad! I still haven't gotten the nerve to go in there and ask her about him but I don't really know if she would want to talk to me about it. I guess she thinks of me as her friend but what if I ask her and she just looks at me like I'm stupid or I make her cry again.
After that conversation we had the other day I feel really weird just being around her. I mean, knowing that she's so sad about wanting to be in love with somebody... well, it just makes me think that I should never have been so hard on her about being with Krum. I know that she wasn't doing it to betray us. She just really wanted to be loved so she got sucked into his little game.
I mean, she never did come down to breakfast this morning and it's beginning to look as if she won't be down for lunch either (corned beef... blarg). Speaking of which, I really need to go and put in a few hours on the Quidditch Pitch before I sit and stare distastefully at the corned beef.
Ron hurried down the stairs with his broom over his shoulder, pausing only for a moment to press his ear against Ginny's door in apprehension. When he heard nothing he continued on down the stairs and through the kitchen towards the back door without even realizing that Hermione and Ginny were sitting and talking at the scrubbed wooden table.
As Ron walked out of the back door the first thing he noticed was that Fred and George were already on the pitch. "Great," he thought, "Now I have to listen to them harass me." This didn't seem like an enjoyable course of action so Ron decided to go and sit under the large willow tree about a quarter mile from the house. He hopped on his broom and sped off towards the tree, sincerely hoping that it wouldn't be occupied as well. To his relief, there seemed to be no one around so he rolled off of his broomstick and onto the springy grass beneath the tree.
The willow tree had been a favorite spot of Ron's ever since he could remember and it seemed that every time he would come to sit, surrounded by it's thick, curtain-like branches, all his problems would go away for a while. Maybe it was just because of the feeling that he was in another world, the feeling that no one could ever find him or hurt him or make him feel as if he didn't belong once he had walked through those curtains. Whatever it may have been, that tree was like a security blanket to Ron so when, upon crossing through that barrier between the chaotic world and the calm solitude of his tree, he noticed that deep lines had been carved into the bark... Well needless to say, he was enraged.
Upon closer inspection of this vandalism, however, his anger faded into an odd mixture of shock and confusion. There, In the bark of his precious tree, were carved the words "Hermione Loves Ron" and on the ground lay a piece of paper crumpled up into a ball. Ron opened it curiously and was shocked when he found it to be the song he had written. The song that Hermione had turned down, and the song that had been missing when he had tried to retrieve it from the trash.
"What kind of joke is this?" Ron asked aloud. Who would do this? Who would try to make Hermione look bad and embarrass her like this? The first person, or people as it were, that came to mind were Fred and George. What a dreadful prank to play on someone. Ron decided to go right away and talk to Fred and George about this.
A/N: Well it has been quite a while hasn't it? Sorry for the wait but I do hope to be writing more soon. This chapter was named after the song "Nightingale" by Saves the Day. So I hope that you enjoyed the chapter and please do review!