~Chapter 4: Ideas and Coffee~
The week after the kiss I had rarely seen Blasie, or at least not enough to sit down and talk to him. He was avoiding me, and duh, he had the right to. I had to find a way to sit down and talk to him; even if he didn't want to listen I would feel a whole hell of a lot.
"Ginny I have a problem." I had to tell someone I was about to bust. I hadn't told anybody, and neither Malfoy nor Blasie had told anyone.
"Sure, what's up?"
"I have to tell you something and you can't tell anyone. Not Harry or Ron, not anyone, not even your parents!"
"Ok, ok, I got the point, back at Harry and Ron!" Her eyes widened with excitement from my news.
"You remember how I was going out with Blasie?"
"Yeah, aren't you still?"
"No, when I was going out with him Malfoy kissed me, and we broke up."
"You kissed Draco Malfoy!"
"I didn't kiss him, he kissed me! I had rather that he hadn't, because now Blasie and I have broken up."
"I'm sorry, I'm still back on the fact that you and Malfoy kissed!"
"Ginny! Focus here! I have a problem... I want Blasie back, but I'm not sure on how to get him back."
"Have you even sat down and talked to him...even for a little bit?"
"No, I haven't tried; he won't sit down with me and listen to what I have to say to, especially after what happened.
"You have to win him back if he means this much to you! The trick is leaving enough good hints but with out seeming like your obsessed or stalking him."
"Do you have any ideas?"
"No I don't."
"Hermione Granger, you want him back so bad you can't stand it, and you have no ideas!"
"Why do you think I came to you Ginny?"
"`Cause Harry and Ron are no help in this situation."
"True, but that's not the point."
Going into my pondering stage(which was when I took my right hand, placed it under my left arm and touched my shoulder; and took my left hand and tapped my fingernails on my lips)I tried coming up with ways to first and foremost to get Blasie's attention. I wasn't coming up with any ideas at all and I was beginning to lose hope. Ginny and I sat for about 15 more minutes and we decided to take a break. It was a Friday so we were permitted to go to Hogsmeade, and that's where we decided to go. We wanted coffee and so we headed to the closest coffee house.
"What'll be?" The waiter behind the counter asked.
"Doc holiday please." I said. The doc holiday was always my favorite; it had chocolate and caramel, who wouldn't love it.
"White chocolate caramel cappuccino for me." Ginny said.
"Number 7, please wait."
We found our usual table and sat and pondered some more, for ideas. We heard our number called so we fetched our cappuccinos and talked. No longer about Blasie, I began to smile again, and we talked about different things. School and Harry were two of our biggest topics and you could talk for hours on those two topics. We would have kept talking had we not run out of coffee, which was our signal to leave. As we were leaving the coffee shop I made my clumsy statement for the day, I ran into someone and hit the floor with a thud. I looked up red-faced and I saw an extended hand to help me up. Wow, this is really familiar. As I had looked up I realized it was one specific person, Blasie. As he helped me up he kept looking down at the ground.
"Blasie I need to talk to you." Those were the only words that I could say which was kind of rude.
"About?"
"I just thought you might want to know t-that I...I love you."
And with the end of my statement I ran out of the coffeehouse and covered my face. I didn't see Ginny for the rest of the night. In fact I didn't see anybody for the rest night, I was too busy crying. Nobody could understand why I was crying, so the rest of the Gryffindors just let me be. Yes, people do cry over other people, much too many of people's dismay. You can love someone so much that you cry over them for hours. Despite if they love you back or not.
I don't know what time I got back to the castle but I changed into my gray t-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms and cried myself to sleep that night.
It was weird because I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. I tried going back to sleep but I couldn't. I kept thinking about Blasie and this evening and how I didn't stick around for his reaction. So I grabbed the book I was reading, Hogwarts, A History, and a big fleece blanket. I started a fire and sat on the couch and began to read. I didn't care if I got caught; I knew a spell to apparate myself from the common room to my room and they would never know. (It was quicker than running and them hearing me). My thoughts drifted above me as I indulged in my book and I finally smiled again. I became sleepy but still continued reading and eventually fell asleep on the couch.
The week after the kiss I had rarely seen Blasie, or at least not enough to sit down and talk to him. He was avoiding me, and duh, he had the right to. I had to find a way to sit down and talk to him; even if he didn't want to listen I would feel a whole hell of a lot.
"Ginny I have a problem." I had to tell someone I was about to bust. I hadn't told anybody, and neither Malfoy nor Blasie had told anyone.
"Sure, what's up?"
"I have to tell you something and you can't tell anyone. Not Harry or Ron, not anyone, not even your parents!"
"Ok, ok, I got the point, back at Harry and Ron!" Her eyes widened with excitement from my news.
"You remember how I was going out with Blasie?"
"Yeah, aren't you still?"
"No, when I was going out with him Malfoy kissed me, and we broke up."
"You kissed Draco Malfoy!"
"I didn't kiss him, he kissed me! I had rather that he hadn't, because now Blasie and I have broken up."
"I'm sorry, I'm still back on the fact that you and Malfoy kissed!"
"Ginny! Focus here! I have a problem... I want Blasie back, but I'm not sure on how to get him back."
"Have you even sat down and talked to him...even for a little bit?"
"No, I haven't tried; he won't sit down with me and listen to what I have to say to, especially after what happened.
"You have to win him back if he means this much to you! The trick is leaving enough good hints but with out seeming like your obsessed or stalking him."
"Do you have any ideas?"
"No I don't."
"Hermione Granger, you want him back so bad you can't stand it, and you have no ideas!"
"Why do you think I came to you Ginny?"
"`Cause Harry and Ron are no help in this situation."
"True, but that's not the point."
Going into my pondering stage(which was when I took my right hand, placed it under my left arm and touched my shoulder; and took my left hand and tapped my fingernails on my lips)I tried coming up with ways to first and foremost to get Blasie's attention. I wasn't coming up with any ideas at all and I was beginning to lose hope. Ginny and I sat for about 15 more minutes and we decided to take a break. It was a Friday so we were permitted to go to Hogsmeade, and that's where we decided to go. We wanted coffee and so we headed to the closest coffee house.
"What'll be?" The waiter behind the counter asked.
"Doc holiday please." I said. The doc holiday was always my favorite; it had chocolate and caramel, who wouldn't love it.
"White chocolate caramel cappuccino for me." Ginny said.
"Number 7, please wait."
We found our usual table and sat and pondered some more, for ideas. We heard our number called so we fetched our cappuccinos and talked. No longer about Blasie, I began to smile again, and we talked about different things. School and Harry were two of our biggest topics and you could talk for hours on those two topics. We would have kept talking had we not run out of coffee, which was our signal to leave. As we were leaving the coffee shop I made my clumsy statement for the day, I ran into someone and hit the floor with a thud. I looked up red-faced and I saw an extended hand to help me up. Wow, this is really familiar. As I had looked up I realized it was one specific person, Blasie. As he helped me up he kept looking down at the ground.
"Blasie I need to talk to you." Those were the only words that I could say which was kind of rude.
"About?"
"I just thought you might want to know t-that I...I love you."
And with the end of my statement I ran out of the coffeehouse and covered my face. I didn't see Ginny for the rest of the night. In fact I didn't see anybody for the rest night, I was too busy crying. Nobody could understand why I was crying, so the rest of the Gryffindors just let me be. Yes, people do cry over other people, much too many of people's dismay. You can love someone so much that you cry over them for hours. Despite if they love you back or not.
I don't know what time I got back to the castle but I changed into my gray t-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms and cried myself to sleep that night.
It was weird because I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. I tried going back to sleep but I couldn't. I kept thinking about Blasie and this evening and how I didn't stick around for his reaction. So I grabbed the book I was reading, Hogwarts, A History, and a big fleece blanket. I started a fire and sat on the couch and began to read. I didn't care if I got caught; I knew a spell to apparate myself from the common room to my room and they would never know. (It was quicker than running and them hearing me). My thoughts drifted above me as I indulged in my book and I finally smiled again. I became sleepy but still continued reading and eventually fell asleep on the couch.