The girls finished the book-movies and finally decided to get some
rest. Hermione and Ginny, as well as Parvati and Lavender crept back to the
Gryffindor tower. Hermione wriggled into the covers on her four-poster bed.
"Ginny, are you awake?" she asked, once she was sure that everyone else was asleep.
"Yeah, hun, what's up?" Ginny replied concernedly.
"Draco," Hermione said dully. "What do I do?"
"I...really don't know. The first step, however, is to apologize, I guess. He apologized to you, so now it's your turn to apologize to him.
Hermione sighed. "I knew you were going to say that. I'm just tired of our fights. I hate being mad at him. This shouldn't be happening – we haven't even been going out for a year, yet!"
"It's all right – Draco's just a little...testy, sometimes."
"Is it me, Ginny? Do I make him angry? Oh, I don't want him to be angry..."
"I know you don't, Hermione. You love him, and I'm sure deep down – way deep down – he loves you, too."
"D'you really think so?"
"I know so. He even said it earlier, remember? In a kind of shrewd, unkindly manner, but he said it all the same. Now let's get some rest before we see the sun rise."
When sunlight shone on the girls' faces, it aroused them from their sleep. It was Saturday morning, and even though the others had cheered her up, Hermione still felt the familiar cold wave of depression wash over her.
"I don't know what's wrong with me, Ginny," she replied, after they had left. "I still feel so...empty."
"I know it must be hard to be without him – even for a little while," Ginny responded. "But you can't let him ruin your life, Hermione. He can't take a hold of you."
"I miss him, though. I still love him. He is mean to me, but there is a part of me that loves him for it. I don't know if this is making any sense..."
Ginny nodded understandably. "I think I know what you mean." She smiled. "Sort of."
Hermione gave a weak smile back. "Thanks, Ginny. I'm ever so glad you're here."
"Anytime. Hey, d'you wanna go for a walk?"
"Sure, I really need to get out."
The two stood up and walked down to the common room, and out the portrait hole. They passed Harry and Ron in the Entrance Hall, who had apparently been at breakfast, for Ginny's older brother still had toast crums on his mouth. They opened their mouths to say hi, as Hermione's head was down and she couldn't acknowledge a wave, but Ginny just shook her head. The girls went outside and walked down one of the many paths on the Hogwarts grounds.
"Ginny, should I go over to his house and say sorry, now?" worried Hermione. "Dunno. You might seem a tad desperate to have him back." "That is true. I don't want to seem desperate. Should I wait for Monday, then?"
"If I were you, I personally would wait for Monday – but I thank God that I'm not you, for I'd hate to deal with that complaining, lazy, sack of crap...no offence to you, though. He must seem real different round you." Hermione nodded. "He is. But I agree with you. We should wait and give him a chance to cool down, a bit. We'll wait for Monday."
"Ginny, are you awake?" she asked, once she was sure that everyone else was asleep.
"Yeah, hun, what's up?" Ginny replied concernedly.
"Draco," Hermione said dully. "What do I do?"
"I...really don't know. The first step, however, is to apologize, I guess. He apologized to you, so now it's your turn to apologize to him.
Hermione sighed. "I knew you were going to say that. I'm just tired of our fights. I hate being mad at him. This shouldn't be happening – we haven't even been going out for a year, yet!"
"It's all right – Draco's just a little...testy, sometimes."
"Is it me, Ginny? Do I make him angry? Oh, I don't want him to be angry..."
"I know you don't, Hermione. You love him, and I'm sure deep down – way deep down – he loves you, too."
"D'you really think so?"
"I know so. He even said it earlier, remember? In a kind of shrewd, unkindly manner, but he said it all the same. Now let's get some rest before we see the sun rise."
When sunlight shone on the girls' faces, it aroused them from their sleep. It was Saturday morning, and even though the others had cheered her up, Hermione still felt the familiar cold wave of depression wash over her.
"I don't know what's wrong with me, Ginny," she replied, after they had left. "I still feel so...empty."
"I know it must be hard to be without him – even for a little while," Ginny responded. "But you can't let him ruin your life, Hermione. He can't take a hold of you."
"I miss him, though. I still love him. He is mean to me, but there is a part of me that loves him for it. I don't know if this is making any sense..."
Ginny nodded understandably. "I think I know what you mean." She smiled. "Sort of."
Hermione gave a weak smile back. "Thanks, Ginny. I'm ever so glad you're here."
"Anytime. Hey, d'you wanna go for a walk?"
"Sure, I really need to get out."
The two stood up and walked down to the common room, and out the portrait hole. They passed Harry and Ron in the Entrance Hall, who had apparently been at breakfast, for Ginny's older brother still had toast crums on his mouth. They opened their mouths to say hi, as Hermione's head was down and she couldn't acknowledge a wave, but Ginny just shook her head. The girls went outside and walked down one of the many paths on the Hogwarts grounds.
"Ginny, should I go over to his house and say sorry, now?" worried Hermione. "Dunno. You might seem a tad desperate to have him back." "That is true. I don't want to seem desperate. Should I wait for Monday, then?"
"If I were you, I personally would wait for Monday – but I thank God that I'm not you, for I'd hate to deal with that complaining, lazy, sack of crap...no offence to you, though. He must seem real different round you." Hermione nodded. "He is. But I agree with you. We should wait and give him a chance to cool down, a bit. We'll wait for Monday."