Hermione woke up the next morning with a crushing headache. When she grew
awake, she didn't even bother opening her eyes, her headache was beating
right into the front of her skull. She just wanted to drift off to sleep
again so that her headache wouldn't bother her. Then she felt herself being
shaken. "Hermione!", said Lavender. Hermione groaned, and rolled over,
covering her head with her pillow. "Hermione!" Lavender called, "wake up
Hermione!" Hermione took the pillow off her head.
"Lavender, I can hear you. With you shaking me like that, I'd have to be in bloody coma not to wake up!", said Hermione. Lavender grinned and walked into the bathroom. "Why can't I just go back to sleep...", moaned Hermione. She sank back into bed slowly, and sighed as her head met her pillow. She'll just go back to sleep. Lavender couldn't- "I'm not daft, Hermione." Damn it. That girl doesn't miss a thing.
Hermione had gone through a long day of learning her way around the school- not exactly pleasant. She definetley had not taking a liking toward Professor Snape, there was a particularly oily way about him, but she had taken a liking to Professor Flitwick. He was a very small man, but quite jolly.
Hermione had tried talking to Ron a few times, but it was like Ron was avoiding her. Whenever she smiled at him, he'd grin quickly before turning the other way. Hermione didn't have much time to think about it since Lavender was always at her side, talking to her and giggling about all sorts of things. Sometimes, Hermione would sit in her bed, just thinking of those cobalt eyes and his messy red hair. Even during lunch, she'd zone out from Lavender's chatter, and just think for a while about Ron.
It just seemed like Ron didn't care about her anymore. Then, one day when she was walking out of class, she heard Ron and Harry talking to some other boys in their year ahead of her. She was about to join them and try to talk to Ron again, when she heard her own name in their conversation.
"Hermione is a bloody menace!" complained Dean Thomas. Hermione blinked in surprise. She had always thought Dean was a easygoing bloke until now. She had expected Seamus, the cute one, to disagree, to tell Dean he was out of his mind, that Hermione was cool-
"Damn right. She's always correcting me. So annoying that girl is.." agreed Seamus. What? Seamus going on about her too? Hermione felt her face getting red. She looked at Ron, her face getting hotter and hotter, almost burning. Then, Ron turned to Seamus.
"Seamus, couldn't have said it better.", said Ron. Hermione stopped walking. " She's a bloody tart and a know-it-all." The other boys laughed as they walked off to their next class. Hermione didn't know if she was crying or not, but her eyes were so watery, she was sure ready to cry. Her face was practically on fire. She let out a loud hiccup and without looking behind her, she fled to the closest bathroom.
She ditched her schoolbooks and bag onto the entrance into the girl's bathroom. She glanced into the mirror as she passed the sinks. Her face was flushed, and tear streaked. Her eyes were very red and she was hiccuping. Those words had really stung. She felt like a knife had cut into her heart, slowly and very deliberately, so she could feel the stabbing pain slowly like being burned. She felt like she had a papercut on her heart when Dean complained, then a slice when Seamus agreed, and finally a stab in the heart when Ron had spoken. She knew she was crying, but in the same way, she couldn't feel the tears. She could practically feel the heat radiating off her face, and she wanted to wipe the tears off her face, but instead, she left them there.feeling sticky and wet. And alone. In a girl's bathroom stall.
She had promised that she wouldn't crying, because that's only something cowards do, and Hermione was not a coward. She really liked Ron, and she expected Ron to get angry at Seamus and Dean for calling her such cruel things. She expected Ron to slap them over the head, or do something, just something to defend her! She didn't expect Ron to groan and say she was.was..Hermione brought her knees up to her chin. She put her head in her hands. Cowards cry.cowards cry..cowards cry.and she cried.
"Lavender, I can hear you. With you shaking me like that, I'd have to be in bloody coma not to wake up!", said Hermione. Lavender grinned and walked into the bathroom. "Why can't I just go back to sleep...", moaned Hermione. She sank back into bed slowly, and sighed as her head met her pillow. She'll just go back to sleep. Lavender couldn't- "I'm not daft, Hermione." Damn it. That girl doesn't miss a thing.
Hermione had gone through a long day of learning her way around the school- not exactly pleasant. She definetley had not taking a liking toward Professor Snape, there was a particularly oily way about him, but she had taken a liking to Professor Flitwick. He was a very small man, but quite jolly.
Hermione had tried talking to Ron a few times, but it was like Ron was avoiding her. Whenever she smiled at him, he'd grin quickly before turning the other way. Hermione didn't have much time to think about it since Lavender was always at her side, talking to her and giggling about all sorts of things. Sometimes, Hermione would sit in her bed, just thinking of those cobalt eyes and his messy red hair. Even during lunch, she'd zone out from Lavender's chatter, and just think for a while about Ron.
It just seemed like Ron didn't care about her anymore. Then, one day when she was walking out of class, she heard Ron and Harry talking to some other boys in their year ahead of her. She was about to join them and try to talk to Ron again, when she heard her own name in their conversation.
"Hermione is a bloody menace!" complained Dean Thomas. Hermione blinked in surprise. She had always thought Dean was a easygoing bloke until now. She had expected Seamus, the cute one, to disagree, to tell Dean he was out of his mind, that Hermione was cool-
"Damn right. She's always correcting me. So annoying that girl is.." agreed Seamus. What? Seamus going on about her too? Hermione felt her face getting red. She looked at Ron, her face getting hotter and hotter, almost burning. Then, Ron turned to Seamus.
"Seamus, couldn't have said it better.", said Ron. Hermione stopped walking. " She's a bloody tart and a know-it-all." The other boys laughed as they walked off to their next class. Hermione didn't know if she was crying or not, but her eyes were so watery, she was sure ready to cry. Her face was practically on fire. She let out a loud hiccup and without looking behind her, she fled to the closest bathroom.
She ditched her schoolbooks and bag onto the entrance into the girl's bathroom. She glanced into the mirror as she passed the sinks. Her face was flushed, and tear streaked. Her eyes were very red and she was hiccuping. Those words had really stung. She felt like a knife had cut into her heart, slowly and very deliberately, so she could feel the stabbing pain slowly like being burned. She felt like she had a papercut on her heart when Dean complained, then a slice when Seamus agreed, and finally a stab in the heart when Ron had spoken. She knew she was crying, but in the same way, she couldn't feel the tears. She could practically feel the heat radiating off her face, and she wanted to wipe the tears off her face, but instead, she left them there.feeling sticky and wet. And alone. In a girl's bathroom stall.
She had promised that she wouldn't crying, because that's only something cowards do, and Hermione was not a coward. She really liked Ron, and she expected Ron to get angry at Seamus and Dean for calling her such cruel things. She expected Ron to slap them over the head, or do something, just something to defend her! She didn't expect Ron to groan and say she was.was..Hermione brought her knees up to her chin. She put her head in her hands. Cowards cry.cowards cry..cowards cry.and she cried.