A/N: I hope this one is better than the last. I'm trying to make it longer.
Chp. 3
Ginny walked into the Girls Dormitory. She saw Hermione lying there, crying. She decided to leave Hermione alone for a while. She walked back down to the common room, and saw Harry and Ron standing there. They had blank looks on their faces.
"What's wrong with Hermione? Why didn't she want to sit with us," Harry was the first to ask. Ron stared ahead blankly, at the stairs. Then he turned to his sister and asked, "Did you get in an argument or something?" "Listen Ron, even I don't know what's wrong with her. Why don't you ask her?"
The next day, Hermione walked down the stairs, and got her books ready. Every Saturday morning, she got started on her homework. But today, she didn't feel like it. Her mind was very confused.
Everywhere Ron went, Hermione avoided. Day by day, Ron tried to go near enough to ask her a question. Hermione never found out what it was. She would walk away, or pretend not to hear them. Especially when the subject of the ball came up.
"Ron, you have to ask her now! The ball is in two days!" Harry and Ginny pushed Ron, but he was too quiet. Lately, he had been as quiet as Hermione. He too had been thinking of his feelings. Unfortunately, he didn't have the nerve to ask anyone to the dance. He knew whom he wanted to ask. So did practically everyone else. But every day, she had ignored him.
Ron soon gave up. It was the day of the ball. Though the whole house knew only Hermione and Ron were dateless, she forced herself not to see it. She sat in bed the morning of the ball.
Only 9 more hours till the ball. Only 6 and a half hour till the ball. On and on she went, counting the hours she spent dateless until the ball. She knew that eventually she would have to come down. But why not stall a little longer?
Around half an hour before the ball, Hermione walked around outside, on the grounds. She sat in silence under the shadows of the trees.
Chp. 3
Ginny walked into the Girls Dormitory. She saw Hermione lying there, crying. She decided to leave Hermione alone for a while. She walked back down to the common room, and saw Harry and Ron standing there. They had blank looks on their faces.
"What's wrong with Hermione? Why didn't she want to sit with us," Harry was the first to ask. Ron stared ahead blankly, at the stairs. Then he turned to his sister and asked, "Did you get in an argument or something?" "Listen Ron, even I don't know what's wrong with her. Why don't you ask her?"
The next day, Hermione walked down the stairs, and got her books ready. Every Saturday morning, she got started on her homework. But today, she didn't feel like it. Her mind was very confused.
Everywhere Ron went, Hermione avoided. Day by day, Ron tried to go near enough to ask her a question. Hermione never found out what it was. She would walk away, or pretend not to hear them. Especially when the subject of the ball came up.
"Ron, you have to ask her now! The ball is in two days!" Harry and Ginny pushed Ron, but he was too quiet. Lately, he had been as quiet as Hermione. He too had been thinking of his feelings. Unfortunately, he didn't have the nerve to ask anyone to the dance. He knew whom he wanted to ask. So did practically everyone else. But every day, she had ignored him.
Ron soon gave up. It was the day of the ball. Though the whole house knew only Hermione and Ron were dateless, she forced herself not to see it. She sat in bed the morning of the ball.
Only 9 more hours till the ball. Only 6 and a half hour till the ball. On and on she went, counting the hours she spent dateless until the ball. She knew that eventually she would have to come down. But why not stall a little longer?
Around half an hour before the ball, Hermione walked around outside, on the grounds. She sat in silence under the shadows of the trees.