Hey! Sorry I have nearly two projects in every class at the moment
and I'm going insane! I've slept like eight hours in the last week. Sorry
it has taken me so long to post! I typed this as soon as I could take a
break that was longer than five seconds. I'll also be updating Part of Me
Left With You tomorrow. If you haven't checked out Part of Me Left With
You, yet, please do! Or, please check out my favorite fic that I've
written, I Can't Lose You, Not Like This. Thanks! Here it goes!
Matt stood outside Zikory's Antique Shop, ten minutes before Hermione was suppose to arrive. "If she's going to arrive." Matt thought to himself.
Fifteen minutes passed...
Another ten passed...
"She's not coming." Said Matt putting his hands on his head in a frustrated manner. "Ron must have left her. She probably hates me, and now she won't talk to me. Why am I such an idiot?" Matt walked back to the bus stop. What was he going to do now?
Four or Five days later...
Hermione sat on her couch. All of her windows and blinds were still shut, giving the apartment a dark, desolate, and depressing feeling. Before her, on her coffee table, sat the flower Matt had left on her doorstep, three? Was it three? Maybe four. Or five? Day later, though now it was lifeless, brown, dried, dead, petals sat on the table. She had gone from being perfectly happy, to utterly miserable in record-breaking time.
Something began tapping at her window. She ignored it at first, as she had ignored everything for the past few days, but when the tapping became louder she stumbled over to the window and opened the blinds.
Owl! Large owl! Wait! Ron's owl! "Pig!" she shouted, thrusting the window open. "Pig! Oh it's so good to see you! Please, do you have a letter for me? A letter from Ron?
The owl, of who had slightly grown, hooted happily and proudly presented Hermione with the letter. She thanked Pig and began to open the letter. Oh how desperately she wanted to see what was written inside the envelope, but yet something held her back. What if he was breaking up with her in the very letter she held in her hands? "Well, I suppose I need to know if he's breaking up with me." She took out the letter, and began to read.
Dear Hermione,
Hey, it's Ron. Listen, I've been thinking over everything, and I think we should... well... Can you meet me at the park we went at 3 o'clock? We'll talk about it then.
–Ron
"Oh no." she said. "It sounds like he is going to..." She couldn't help but notice that he didn't sign his letter love Ron, like he usually did. She wrote back, saying she would meet him there. She got dressed, and headed to the park.
Not too much later, she arrived. She was a bit early an account of Ron not saying where to meet him at. She didn't want him to think she had just stood him up. She began walking down the path. It ran all the way across the massive park, maybe she'd be able to find him along there. And she did.
When they saw each other, they froze.
Hermione stood with her arms crossed nervously. Twenty feet down the path stood Ron, his hands in his pockets. In between the two was a bench. In fact it was the exact same bench that had so happily sat in last time. They silently walked to the bench and took a seat without a word. For several minutes they sat there, not a syllable was spoken. Hermione chose to speak first.
"So... How have you been?" She really was curious. Had he been as miserable and sleepless as she had? Had he felt like death was upon him since they
had parted?
"Good." He replied passively.
Good? She thought. GOOD? I've hardly slept! I've hardly eaten! I am far
from good!
"You?" he asked. Neither of them looked at the other.
"Good." She replied in the same tone. An uneasy silence once again froze
over them. Hermione had to say something. "Ron, I'm sorry."
"I know you're sorry; you don't need to tell me again."
Hermione was a bit taken aback. He still seemed angry. She knew she had to
continue despite Ron's request. "It shouldn't have happened. I just—"
"You're right, it shouldn't have, but it did, and we have to deal with that." Hermione couldn't bring herself to speak again. Why did she have to
screw it up?
"It's over." Thought Hermione.
"I just need to know, do you have feelings for Matt." Hermione thought back
to the kiss. Had it meant something more? "Hermione?"
"I..." she didn't know what to say. She loved Ron, but when she had kissed Matt... something had felt, well different. She didn't know exactly what it
was, but...
She thought over everything. Over growing up with Ron...the first day she met Matt... The day Ron finally admitted his feelings for her... the way Matt had
become a great friend who she now depended on to be there for her...
"No." said Hermione firmly.
"No as in...?"
"No, I don't love Matt. I love you, Ron, and only you! I just wish I hadn't
screwed things up between us..."
Ron didn't say anything for a moment, which seemed like a century for
Hermione. She was ready to get up and leave when Ron spoke. "Well..."
"I don't want to hear this. I just can't take it." Thought Hermione as
tears filled her eyes.
"It's a good thing you didn't because I still love you." What? He was going to forgive her? No, she must be dreaming! Ron smiled, looking her in the eyes for the first time in days. Hermione threw her arms around him, and he
in turn placed his around her.
"Oh, Ron, I missed you! I'm sorry... I'm so sorry." She began to cry almost
hysterically.
"I missed you too." Hermione kissed him. She held him in hr arms never wanting to let go. Everything felt right again. Well, almost everything.
But you won't know for sure what that one thing is... You'll see what it could be next chapter. One more chapter left! Well, I have a zillion projects to do, so I'm sort of cutting it off early. The next chapter will pick up with the evening of the current day. Please check out my other fics, Part of Me Left With You, and I Can't Lose You Not Like This. Thanks so much for reading! Please review and tell me what you think!
Matt stood outside Zikory's Antique Shop, ten minutes before Hermione was suppose to arrive. "If she's going to arrive." Matt thought to himself.
Fifteen minutes passed...
Another ten passed...
"She's not coming." Said Matt putting his hands on his head in a frustrated manner. "Ron must have left her. She probably hates me, and now she won't talk to me. Why am I such an idiot?" Matt walked back to the bus stop. What was he going to do now?
Four or Five days later...
Hermione sat on her couch. All of her windows and blinds were still shut, giving the apartment a dark, desolate, and depressing feeling. Before her, on her coffee table, sat the flower Matt had left on her doorstep, three? Was it three? Maybe four. Or five? Day later, though now it was lifeless, brown, dried, dead, petals sat on the table. She had gone from being perfectly happy, to utterly miserable in record-breaking time.
Something began tapping at her window. She ignored it at first, as she had ignored everything for the past few days, but when the tapping became louder she stumbled over to the window and opened the blinds.
Owl! Large owl! Wait! Ron's owl! "Pig!" she shouted, thrusting the window open. "Pig! Oh it's so good to see you! Please, do you have a letter for me? A letter from Ron?
The owl, of who had slightly grown, hooted happily and proudly presented Hermione with the letter. She thanked Pig and began to open the letter. Oh how desperately she wanted to see what was written inside the envelope, but yet something held her back. What if he was breaking up with her in the very letter she held in her hands? "Well, I suppose I need to know if he's breaking up with me." She took out the letter, and began to read.
Dear Hermione,
Hey, it's Ron. Listen, I've been thinking over everything, and I think we should... well... Can you meet me at the park we went at 3 o'clock? We'll talk about it then.
–Ron
"Oh no." she said. "It sounds like he is going to..." She couldn't help but notice that he didn't sign his letter love Ron, like he usually did. She wrote back, saying she would meet him there. She got dressed, and headed to the park.
Not too much later, she arrived. She was a bit early an account of Ron not saying where to meet him at. She didn't want him to think she had just stood him up. She began walking down the path. It ran all the way across the massive park, maybe she'd be able to find him along there. And she did.
When they saw each other, they froze.
Hermione stood with her arms crossed nervously. Twenty feet down the path stood Ron, his hands in his pockets. In between the two was a bench. In fact it was the exact same bench that had so happily sat in last time. They silently walked to the bench and took a seat without a word. For several minutes they sat there, not a syllable was spoken. Hermione chose to speak first.
"So... How have you been?" She really was curious. Had he been as miserable and sleepless as she had? Had he felt like death was upon him since they
had parted?
"Good." He replied passively.
Good? She thought. GOOD? I've hardly slept! I've hardly eaten! I am far
from good!
"You?" he asked. Neither of them looked at the other.
"Good." She replied in the same tone. An uneasy silence once again froze
over them. Hermione had to say something. "Ron, I'm sorry."
"I know you're sorry; you don't need to tell me again."
Hermione was a bit taken aback. He still seemed angry. She knew she had to
continue despite Ron's request. "It shouldn't have happened. I just—"
"You're right, it shouldn't have, but it did, and we have to deal with that." Hermione couldn't bring herself to speak again. Why did she have to
screw it up?
"It's over." Thought Hermione.
"I just need to know, do you have feelings for Matt." Hermione thought back
to the kiss. Had it meant something more? "Hermione?"
"I..." she didn't know what to say. She loved Ron, but when she had kissed Matt... something had felt, well different. She didn't know exactly what it
was, but...
She thought over everything. Over growing up with Ron...the first day she met Matt... The day Ron finally admitted his feelings for her... the way Matt had
become a great friend who she now depended on to be there for her...
"No." said Hermione firmly.
"No as in...?"
"No, I don't love Matt. I love you, Ron, and only you! I just wish I hadn't
screwed things up between us..."
Ron didn't say anything for a moment, which seemed like a century for
Hermione. She was ready to get up and leave when Ron spoke. "Well..."
"I don't want to hear this. I just can't take it." Thought Hermione as
tears filled her eyes.
"It's a good thing you didn't because I still love you." What? He was going to forgive her? No, she must be dreaming! Ron smiled, looking her in the eyes for the first time in days. Hermione threw her arms around him, and he
in turn placed his around her.
"Oh, Ron, I missed you! I'm sorry... I'm so sorry." She began to cry almost
hysterically.
"I missed you too." Hermione kissed him. She held him in hr arms never wanting to let go. Everything felt right again. Well, almost everything.
But you won't know for sure what that one thing is... You'll see what it could be next chapter. One more chapter left! Well, I have a zillion projects to do, so I'm sort of cutting it off early. The next chapter will pick up with the evening of the current day. Please check out my other fics, Part of Me Left With You, and I Can't Lose You Not Like This. Thanks so much for reading! Please review and tell me what you think!