Chapter 4: Confronting the past
While Harry was sitting on his bed, trying to sort out how he was feeling about him giving up his bed for Hermione.
Hermione had rushed out of the boy's dorm as quick as she could. It would look really bad for the Head Girl to be leaving the boys' dorm in the morning.
'He really is the sweetest guy I've ever me, most people wouldn't give up their beds for their friends who had been cheated on' she thought as she ran I brush through her hair, and put on a clean blouse.
Just before she was about to leave she squirted on some perfume.
'Harry said I smelt like what he thought the tropics are like, once' she thought as she rubbed her wrists together.
"Hold up!" Hermione exclaimed, "Where did that come from? Since when do I care about smelling nice for Harry?"
'Of course I want to do something nice for Harry, I owe him one', she thought to justify her actions.
Still. it was a bit of an odd returning of a favor.
Hermione didn't think so as she ran out of her room, towards the Great Hall.
'He's always behind, making me wait!' Hermione thought impatiently as she waited at the entrance of the Great Hall.
A feeling of panic came over Hermione, 'Oh no! it's Ron, how can I even look at him?'
"Good morning Hermione," Ron said in a businesslike tone, like he was talking about the weather to a stranger, instead of his ex-girlfriend who'd he'd cheated on yesterday.
"If it is a good morning for you Ronald, then good morning back," Hermione said in a cool collected tone.
Ron shuddered inwardly, but made an offer, "Hermione if you think its best, I think we should talk."
"Oh you've taken up the hobby of thinking? Well I think at this moment in time I think it'd be unwise and pointless to talk about what's happened, you should be lucky I'm speaking back to you at all."
Again that tone, but this time with a biting edge to the first insult.
"Well if that's how you feel now I'll accept that, good bye Hermione"
Hermione just made a chin up gesture to acknowledge that he'd spoken, before Ron went into the Great Hall. Then Harry appeared around the corner.
"Harry Potter where have you been!" Hermione practically wailed.
Harry was surprised at that reaction because he normally was a minute late give or take.
"Hey Hermione calm down, what's so urgent that my absence is that tragic?"
"Well considering my ex boyfriend just came up to me and started talking to me, and I had no backup moral support aka you! I think I have a little right to be upset!" her tone was the same it had been with Ron, cool but with a sarcastic edge.
Harry wasn't used to that side of Hermione, it only was around when she was extremely upset, he forgot what the muggle talk show lady had called it once. what was it? Oh yea a defense mechanism, or something like that.
"I'm here now and we'll sit down at the other end of the table, and you can have my bangers because I don't want them, ok?"
Hermione smiled sheepishly at her outburst and Harry's solution to keep peace and to appease her. It wasn't often a boy would give up his food for someone just because it was their favorite.
"Ok I'd like that, thank you Harry," Hermione smiled before going into the Great Hall.
'Phew close one, congrats old boy good save!' Harry thought as he followed. Then he remembered what he'd promised. 'Oh no! Me and my big mouth I wanted those bangers!'
(a/n for non-British people 2 things, 1 bangers are a sausage, 2 I will be posting a document with a bunch of British words that aren't that common, and ps I'm not British but I have family, the point is if you know some real other British words email me or if you are British feel free to correct me. With that said there will be no more a/ns unless I get a fatal disease that keeps me from updating)
While Harry was sitting on his bed, trying to sort out how he was feeling about him giving up his bed for Hermione.
Hermione had rushed out of the boy's dorm as quick as she could. It would look really bad for the Head Girl to be leaving the boys' dorm in the morning.
'He really is the sweetest guy I've ever me, most people wouldn't give up their beds for their friends who had been cheated on' she thought as she ran I brush through her hair, and put on a clean blouse.
Just before she was about to leave she squirted on some perfume.
'Harry said I smelt like what he thought the tropics are like, once' she thought as she rubbed her wrists together.
"Hold up!" Hermione exclaimed, "Where did that come from? Since when do I care about smelling nice for Harry?"
'Of course I want to do something nice for Harry, I owe him one', she thought to justify her actions.
Still. it was a bit of an odd returning of a favor.
Hermione didn't think so as she ran out of her room, towards the Great Hall.
'He's always behind, making me wait!' Hermione thought impatiently as she waited at the entrance of the Great Hall.
A feeling of panic came over Hermione, 'Oh no! it's Ron, how can I even look at him?'
"Good morning Hermione," Ron said in a businesslike tone, like he was talking about the weather to a stranger, instead of his ex-girlfriend who'd he'd cheated on yesterday.
"If it is a good morning for you Ronald, then good morning back," Hermione said in a cool collected tone.
Ron shuddered inwardly, but made an offer, "Hermione if you think its best, I think we should talk."
"Oh you've taken up the hobby of thinking? Well I think at this moment in time I think it'd be unwise and pointless to talk about what's happened, you should be lucky I'm speaking back to you at all."
Again that tone, but this time with a biting edge to the first insult.
"Well if that's how you feel now I'll accept that, good bye Hermione"
Hermione just made a chin up gesture to acknowledge that he'd spoken, before Ron went into the Great Hall. Then Harry appeared around the corner.
"Harry Potter where have you been!" Hermione practically wailed.
Harry was surprised at that reaction because he normally was a minute late give or take.
"Hey Hermione calm down, what's so urgent that my absence is that tragic?"
"Well considering my ex boyfriend just came up to me and started talking to me, and I had no backup moral support aka you! I think I have a little right to be upset!" her tone was the same it had been with Ron, cool but with a sarcastic edge.
Harry wasn't used to that side of Hermione, it only was around when she was extremely upset, he forgot what the muggle talk show lady had called it once. what was it? Oh yea a defense mechanism, or something like that.
"I'm here now and we'll sit down at the other end of the table, and you can have my bangers because I don't want them, ok?"
Hermione smiled sheepishly at her outburst and Harry's solution to keep peace and to appease her. It wasn't often a boy would give up his food for someone just because it was their favorite.
"Ok I'd like that, thank you Harry," Hermione smiled before going into the Great Hall.
'Phew close one, congrats old boy good save!' Harry thought as he followed. Then he remembered what he'd promised. 'Oh no! Me and my big mouth I wanted those bangers!'
(a/n for non-British people 2 things, 1 bangers are a sausage, 2 I will be posting a document with a bunch of British words that aren't that common, and ps I'm not British but I have family, the point is if you know some real other British words email me or if you are British feel free to correct me. With that said there will be no more a/ns unless I get a fatal disease that keeps me from updating)