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Review thank-yous:
Karate36chic – Thanks for the praise =) such reviews make me happy.
Lily and James Potter – Thank you.
Rena – Hm. You really gave me something to think about, that why Draco suddenly is so nice-thing. I really hadn't thought much about it, but of course there should be an explanation. Interesting.
JBanana – Well, here's the next chapter, I hope you'll like it.
Chapter 4 - Letters
Hermione woke up and saw the light flowing in through the window. Soft memories from the night which had been were passing her. But she was lying alone in the bed. She moved around a little bit and found a note.
Sunshine,
You're the best. Sorry that I'm not with you when you wake up. No one can know about this before we se which way it takes.
Draco
Which way it takes... If someone had said to Hermione a month ago that she would be so into Draco Malfoy now she would have laughed. But it was true. She was seriously falling for him.
He had known just how she'd like it and it had been the most wonderful night of her life. She had never experienced anything like it.
She went back into reality when she heard something by the window. She let the unknown owl in and took the letter from him.
Hermione,
I'm sorry. I've behaved very badly, and I know that you're worth more. I just needed some time. Anyway, I'm back in England and I'd really like to see you. I don't know where you are, but it's a very skilled owl so I'm sure he'll find you.
I miss you,
Ron
Perfect timing, Hermione thought angrily. She made an paper airplane out of the letter and threw it out of the window. Finally, when she had managed to forget about him and found another man who she could feel like that for, then he came and mess with her feelings again.
Ron,
Things have happened. I've met someone. I've got a whole new life. If you want your ring back, then you can have it. I don't wear it anymore.
No, no, no. She didn't want to write anything about the ring. It would be really mean, and she didn't want to hurt him, even though he had practically torn her heart out of her body and thrown it away.
Ron,
I can't. Too many things have happened; I've got a whole new life. I've met somebody.
I wish you all luck,
Hermione
Hermione was sitting in her classroom a couple of minutes before classes started again after lunch when the next owl arrived.
Hermione,
I told you I was sorry. I'd really like to see you. I know that I've hurt you, and I'm really sorry.
I still love you,
Ron
Ron,
Leave me alone. Don't write any more letters.
Hermione
She sent the letter away, and tried to persuade herself that she didn't care about him. Well, he hadn't cared about her, so why should she care about him? But she did have a hard time concentrating on the lessons for the following hours.
She was sitting and correcting some essays after all classes had finished when there suddenly was a knock on the door, and Draco appeared. Her heart was beating extra hard when she saw him.
"It's time for dinner."
"Oh, I forget about the time. I'm coming, just a minute..."
There was a small passionate moment before the left the classroom, heading towards the Great Hall.
After dinner, they had company walking back to the teachers' common room. They were very tense, it was very hard for them to keep their hands of eachothers.
"Er..." Hermione said, "I think... it's a boggart in my drawer. Well, If you have some time, maybe you'd be able to... check it out."
He laughed.
"Of course."
When the door was safely closed behind them he wrapped his arms around her.
"Boggart, you said?"
"Well I had to say something, hadn't I?"
His finger was moving gently over her face.
"You're so beautiful." He whispered.
Later
They were lying together in her bead. His hand in her hair, her head on his shoulder. It was a perfect moment. But they were dragged back into reality by a knock on the window. Hermione got out of bead and put on the first piece of clothe that she saw, which happened to be Draco's white t-shirt. It was way too large for her. But she opened the window, let the owl in and took the letter.
Hermione,
You have to understand. I can't live without you. Without you, my life is empty. I really want to see you again.
Please?
Ron
"What's it about?" Draco asked while he started to get dressed. His clothes were all spread around the room.
Hermione hesitated.
"It was from Ron." She said weakly.
He looked surprised.
"I thought you hadn't talked to him for a pretty long time."
"Well, he wrote to me this morning, he wanted to see me. I told him that it was too late, but he refuses to give up."
"Well, don't answer this one, then."
"But I care about him!" she said in despair. "I don't want to hurt him."
"Do what you think would be the best. Could I have my t-shirt, please?"
Hermione raised her arms and let him take off her the t-shirt. She stood silent and watched him get into his robe. Then he kissed her quickly on her mouth and left.
Dear Ron,
You say you're sorry. Well, that's good, but I've moved on. You just left for two whole years, didn't give a damn about me. You never wrote, didn't answer my letters. I had to move on. Did you honestly think that I'd be sitting, waiting for you to return? Would you really have wanted me to do so? Do you honestly think that you've the right to demand such thing?
Because you haven't. You could at least have talked to me. For god's sake, Ron, we were engaged. We would face life together, you said. You're such a wimp! Just because life is hard, you leave and don't give a damn about everyone who needs you! You just left me there, to take care of everything, and can you imagine what that felt like? Bet you never did, did you?
You see, that's your problem. You can't handle any kind of pressure or problem. When we did fight, you totally freaked out. You couldn't handle me crying. Life with you was okay when everything was fine. But you know, life's not usually perfect! Life contains problems, and you have to learn to deal with them.
Besides, I've met someone new. Well he doesn't freak out if I'm crying, and I know that he'd do anything for me. That's the man I need. You're not a man. You're still a boy, you act like a child, disappears whenever a problem appears. Grow up, Ron.
It's over. Don't ever write to me again. Well, in case it isn't something special (like you're getting married or something). But no more "I'm sorry, I want you back"- letters. And I think that I've explained rather well why I don't want to see you.
I wish you all luck, though
Hermione
Author's note: Ha! At last I managed to write a pretty long one!
Review thank-yous:
Karate36chic – Thanks for the praise =) such reviews make me happy.
Lily and James Potter – Thank you.
Rena – Hm. You really gave me something to think about, that why Draco suddenly is so nice-thing. I really hadn't thought much about it, but of course there should be an explanation. Interesting.
JBanana – Well, here's the next chapter, I hope you'll like it.
Chapter 4 - Letters
Hermione woke up and saw the light flowing in through the window. Soft memories from the night which had been were passing her. But she was lying alone in the bed. She moved around a little bit and found a note.
Sunshine,
You're the best. Sorry that I'm not with you when you wake up. No one can know about this before we se which way it takes.
Draco
Which way it takes... If someone had said to Hermione a month ago that she would be so into Draco Malfoy now she would have laughed. But it was true. She was seriously falling for him.
He had known just how she'd like it and it had been the most wonderful night of her life. She had never experienced anything like it.
She went back into reality when she heard something by the window. She let the unknown owl in and took the letter from him.
Hermione,
I'm sorry. I've behaved very badly, and I know that you're worth more. I just needed some time. Anyway, I'm back in England and I'd really like to see you. I don't know where you are, but it's a very skilled owl so I'm sure he'll find you.
I miss you,
Ron
Perfect timing, Hermione thought angrily. She made an paper airplane out of the letter and threw it out of the window. Finally, when she had managed to forget about him and found another man who she could feel like that for, then he came and mess with her feelings again.
Ron,
Things have happened. I've met someone. I've got a whole new life. If you want your ring back, then you can have it. I don't wear it anymore.
No, no, no. She didn't want to write anything about the ring. It would be really mean, and she didn't want to hurt him, even though he had practically torn her heart out of her body and thrown it away.
Ron,
I can't. Too many things have happened; I've got a whole new life. I've met somebody.
I wish you all luck,
Hermione
Hermione was sitting in her classroom a couple of minutes before classes started again after lunch when the next owl arrived.
Hermione,
I told you I was sorry. I'd really like to see you. I know that I've hurt you, and I'm really sorry.
I still love you,
Ron
Ron,
Leave me alone. Don't write any more letters.
Hermione
She sent the letter away, and tried to persuade herself that she didn't care about him. Well, he hadn't cared about her, so why should she care about him? But she did have a hard time concentrating on the lessons for the following hours.
She was sitting and correcting some essays after all classes had finished when there suddenly was a knock on the door, and Draco appeared. Her heart was beating extra hard when she saw him.
"It's time for dinner."
"Oh, I forget about the time. I'm coming, just a minute..."
There was a small passionate moment before the left the classroom, heading towards the Great Hall.
After dinner, they had company walking back to the teachers' common room. They were very tense, it was very hard for them to keep their hands of eachothers.
"Er..." Hermione said, "I think... it's a boggart in my drawer. Well, If you have some time, maybe you'd be able to... check it out."
He laughed.
"Of course."
When the door was safely closed behind them he wrapped his arms around her.
"Boggart, you said?"
"Well I had to say something, hadn't I?"
His finger was moving gently over her face.
"You're so beautiful." He whispered.
Later
They were lying together in her bead. His hand in her hair, her head on his shoulder. It was a perfect moment. But they were dragged back into reality by a knock on the window. Hermione got out of bead and put on the first piece of clothe that she saw, which happened to be Draco's white t-shirt. It was way too large for her. But she opened the window, let the owl in and took the letter.
Hermione,
You have to understand. I can't live without you. Without you, my life is empty. I really want to see you again.
Please?
Ron
"What's it about?" Draco asked while he started to get dressed. His clothes were all spread around the room.
Hermione hesitated.
"It was from Ron." She said weakly.
He looked surprised.
"I thought you hadn't talked to him for a pretty long time."
"Well, he wrote to me this morning, he wanted to see me. I told him that it was too late, but he refuses to give up."
"Well, don't answer this one, then."
"But I care about him!" she said in despair. "I don't want to hurt him."
"Do what you think would be the best. Could I have my t-shirt, please?"
Hermione raised her arms and let him take off her the t-shirt. She stood silent and watched him get into his robe. Then he kissed her quickly on her mouth and left.
Dear Ron,
You say you're sorry. Well, that's good, but I've moved on. You just left for two whole years, didn't give a damn about me. You never wrote, didn't answer my letters. I had to move on. Did you honestly think that I'd be sitting, waiting for you to return? Would you really have wanted me to do so? Do you honestly think that you've the right to demand such thing?
Because you haven't. You could at least have talked to me. For god's sake, Ron, we were engaged. We would face life together, you said. You're such a wimp! Just because life is hard, you leave and don't give a damn about everyone who needs you! You just left me there, to take care of everything, and can you imagine what that felt like? Bet you never did, did you?
You see, that's your problem. You can't handle any kind of pressure or problem. When we did fight, you totally freaked out. You couldn't handle me crying. Life with you was okay when everything was fine. But you know, life's not usually perfect! Life contains problems, and you have to learn to deal with them.
Besides, I've met someone new. Well he doesn't freak out if I'm crying, and I know that he'd do anything for me. That's the man I need. You're not a man. You're still a boy, you act like a child, disappears whenever a problem appears. Grow up, Ron.
It's over. Don't ever write to me again. Well, in case it isn't something special (like you're getting married or something). But no more "I'm sorry, I want you back"- letters. And I think that I've explained rather well why I don't want to see you.
I wish you all luck, though
Hermione
Author's note: Ha! At last I managed to write a pretty long one!