A/N: Thanks for those of you who reviewed. You really inspired me to go on!
Chp. 2
Hermione sat down in a chair, in Potions, next to Harry and Ron. He sure changed over the summer. He is really...
"Ms. Granger, pay attention! So, what potion are we making today," Professor Snape asked. "Umm, we're making...umm..." Hermione started. "10 pts from Gryffindor...for not paying attention!"
Ron and Harry glanced at Hermione. This was one of the few times Hermione didn't pay attention in class. I wonder what Hermione was doing? Why didn't she pay attention? Harry was thinking the same thing. Potions went on as usual, Snape getting mad at the Gryffindors, taking away points, yelling at them. When class was over, they walked down the stairs to the Great Hall. They sat down at their usual tables. But Hermione sat over by Ginny, avoiding Ron.
Hermione was lost in her thoughts. She normally sat by them. Instead, she pushed Ginny away from them, and asked her to sit farther away. Hermione had noticed she had been staring at Ron lately. She didn't want to risk being so close that he catches her in the middle of staring. Ginny started chattering away about her Transfiguration class. Hermione nodded and ate. She didn't dare look up in case her eyes snapped back to Ron.
Ron had been staring at Hermione lately as well. He was too afraid of his feelings to ask Hermione to the dance.
Hermione went over their last reunion alone with Ron. He had stared at the ground a lot, and mumbled more than usual. He kept avoiding her face. Not wanting to gape at her. He probably doesn't like me. He probably thinks I ugly, or too smart, or too bossy, or...something. He's never going to ask me to the ball. She dared to glance at him only for a moment. He won't see. As she started to look at him, but at she did, Ron snapped his face down, turning away. Hermione felt hurt, though she didn't know why. She wanted to run up to her bed, and cry in her pillow. I knew he hated me!
She got up quickly and walked away, going back up to the common room. As she got out of sight, she started to run, her eyes starting to water. By the time she reached the Girls Room, her eyes were spilling out water, and she plopped onto her bed and stuffed her face into her pillow.
I wish...I wish he felt the same way as me. I wish we could be alone so I could tell him how I feel. But...that's never going to happen.
She sat in bed, crying, wishing, and hoping.
A/N: I hope this is longer than the last one. Please review! I hope you like it!
Chp. 2
Hermione sat down in a chair, in Potions, next to Harry and Ron. He sure changed over the summer. He is really...
"Ms. Granger, pay attention! So, what potion are we making today," Professor Snape asked. "Umm, we're making...umm..." Hermione started. "10 pts from Gryffindor...for not paying attention!"
Ron and Harry glanced at Hermione. This was one of the few times Hermione didn't pay attention in class. I wonder what Hermione was doing? Why didn't she pay attention? Harry was thinking the same thing. Potions went on as usual, Snape getting mad at the Gryffindors, taking away points, yelling at them. When class was over, they walked down the stairs to the Great Hall. They sat down at their usual tables. But Hermione sat over by Ginny, avoiding Ron.
Hermione was lost in her thoughts. She normally sat by them. Instead, she pushed Ginny away from them, and asked her to sit farther away. Hermione had noticed she had been staring at Ron lately. She didn't want to risk being so close that he catches her in the middle of staring. Ginny started chattering away about her Transfiguration class. Hermione nodded and ate. She didn't dare look up in case her eyes snapped back to Ron.
Ron had been staring at Hermione lately as well. He was too afraid of his feelings to ask Hermione to the dance.
Hermione went over their last reunion alone with Ron. He had stared at the ground a lot, and mumbled more than usual. He kept avoiding her face. Not wanting to gape at her. He probably doesn't like me. He probably thinks I ugly, or too smart, or too bossy, or...something. He's never going to ask me to the ball. She dared to glance at him only for a moment. He won't see. As she started to look at him, but at she did, Ron snapped his face down, turning away. Hermione felt hurt, though she didn't know why. She wanted to run up to her bed, and cry in her pillow. I knew he hated me!
She got up quickly and walked away, going back up to the common room. As she got out of sight, she started to run, her eyes starting to water. By the time she reached the Girls Room, her eyes were spilling out water, and she plopped onto her bed and stuffed her face into her pillow.
I wish...I wish he felt the same way as me. I wish we could be alone so I could tell him how I feel. But...that's never going to happen.
She sat in bed, crying, wishing, and hoping.
A/N: I hope this is longer than the last one. Please review! I hope you like it!