Valentines day.
Valentines day was two days away.
Valentines day was all about love and happiness for people all over the world.
Valentines day...was simply another way for single people to be pointed out and couples to discreetly say, 'Ha, ha, ha. Not only do we have friends, but we have friends with benefits! What do you have?'
Hermione snorted. She eyed the hearts and ribbons of pink, white and red that decorated the Gryffindor common room and wanted to rip them down. There was nothing to celebrate. In her opinion, Hogwarts shouldn't have a Valentines Day if Lockheart wasn't here.
Well, that herbology essay won't finish itself, may as well get to it. There's nothing better to do, and Hermione knew there wouldn't be anything pink, white or red and heart shaped in the library.
She opened her book bag to pull out the unfinished essay; if people saw the scroll and a book in her hand, they would know where she was going and not to bother her. When she opened the flap to her bag, however, a folded piece of paper was sitting propped on top of her essay. Frowning, she picked the paper up and unfolded it:
"Dear Hermione,
I know I'm not the greatest wizard in Hogwarts, I think we all know that. However, what I said to you in fourth year, before the Yule Ball, still stands. If you ever have problems with Harry or Ron, please don't feel embarrassed about having to vent your frustrations to a boy like me.
I'm not good with speaking, but I've been told that I am a good listener. Even though I know you hate Valentines day, I wrote something down for you:
'This is Yours
This is for those who hide themselves
and perhaps those who are wide open,
to every one or no one at all
because they hurt just the same.
This is for them.
For people who'd rather self-destruct
than have some one do it for them,
and suffer from the inside out
and can't bear to show emotion.
This is for you.
For every heart cracked in two
and for those that refuse to be broken,
and to each who say the words that hurt
and words that stay unspoken.
This is for us.
For those who think that they will be alone forever.
This is yours.'
I hope you like it. Happy Valentines Day Hermione.
Your Friend,
Neville."
A lump was rising in Hermione's throat and she sniffed hard. No one had ever cared enough to give her a valentines letter. The words were so deep, so sad and true; it's bitter-sweetness made Hermione think hard about Neville and who he might really be behind that round face. It was amazing to see someone who thought of her on a day like this. Hermione looked across the common room and spotted Neville sitting with Sheamus, Dean and Ginny, eating chocolates.
When she caught his eye, Neville looked a tad nervous, wondering what she was thinking; was she mad at him for getting into her book bag? Neville's eyes were round and open. He was never one to hide his emotions very well. Hermione knew all bout that blessing and curse.
She answered his questioning stare wit a large, warm smile that made the boy blush and look away. How could such a clumsy, stuttering boy have such a way with words? Ah, what did it matter! Hermione gently refolded the precious piece of paper in her hands and put it in her book bag where she wouldn't loose it.
A new, light feeling rose in her chest and Hermione was suddenly very inspired. Maybe, even if no one sent her any valentines, she could at least send some to the people she cared for the most. The idea was suddenly not all that stupid.
With a smile, Hermione picked up a quill and got out some of her better quality parchment. Neville was the first on her list.
Valentines day was two days away.
Valentines day was all about love and happiness for people all over the world.
Valentines day...was simply another way for single people to be pointed out and couples to discreetly say, 'Ha, ha, ha. Not only do we have friends, but we have friends with benefits! What do you have?'
Hermione snorted. She eyed the hearts and ribbons of pink, white and red that decorated the Gryffindor common room and wanted to rip them down. There was nothing to celebrate. In her opinion, Hogwarts shouldn't have a Valentines Day if Lockheart wasn't here.
Well, that herbology essay won't finish itself, may as well get to it. There's nothing better to do, and Hermione knew there wouldn't be anything pink, white or red and heart shaped in the library.
She opened her book bag to pull out the unfinished essay; if people saw the scroll and a book in her hand, they would know where she was going and not to bother her. When she opened the flap to her bag, however, a folded piece of paper was sitting propped on top of her essay. Frowning, she picked the paper up and unfolded it:
"Dear Hermione,
I know I'm not the greatest wizard in Hogwarts, I think we all know that. However, what I said to you in fourth year, before the Yule Ball, still stands. If you ever have problems with Harry or Ron, please don't feel embarrassed about having to vent your frustrations to a boy like me.
I'm not good with speaking, but I've been told that I am a good listener. Even though I know you hate Valentines day, I wrote something down for you:
'This is Yours
This is for those who hide themselves
and perhaps those who are wide open,
to every one or no one at all
because they hurt just the same.
This is for them.
For people who'd rather self-destruct
than have some one do it for them,
and suffer from the inside out
and can't bear to show emotion.
This is for you.
For every heart cracked in two
and for those that refuse to be broken,
and to each who say the words that hurt
and words that stay unspoken.
This is for us.
For those who think that they will be alone forever.
This is yours.'
I hope you like it. Happy Valentines Day Hermione.
Your Friend,
Neville."
A lump was rising in Hermione's throat and she sniffed hard. No one had ever cared enough to give her a valentines letter. The words were so deep, so sad and true; it's bitter-sweetness made Hermione think hard about Neville and who he might really be behind that round face. It was amazing to see someone who thought of her on a day like this. Hermione looked across the common room and spotted Neville sitting with Sheamus, Dean and Ginny, eating chocolates.
When she caught his eye, Neville looked a tad nervous, wondering what she was thinking; was she mad at him for getting into her book bag? Neville's eyes were round and open. He was never one to hide his emotions very well. Hermione knew all bout that blessing and curse.
She answered his questioning stare wit a large, warm smile that made the boy blush and look away. How could such a clumsy, stuttering boy have such a way with words? Ah, what did it matter! Hermione gently refolded the precious piece of paper in her hands and put it in her book bag where she wouldn't loose it.
A new, light feeling rose in her chest and Hermione was suddenly very inspired. Maybe, even if no one sent her any valentines, she could at least send some to the people she cared for the most. The idea was suddenly not all that stupid.
With a smile, Hermione picked up a quill and got out some of her better quality parchment. Neville was the first on her list.