Crying
In A Bathroom On The Train
She must have sat crying in that bathroom forever. Why didn't know figure it out?
Somehow she knew that Ron had been in love with another girl, not that Ron had loved her in that sort of sense in the first place, besides, they were just friends. Right, just friends, Ron was smart enough to except that, but couldn't Hermione embrace it.
What would Hermione want with a filthy mudblood anyways? Who could stoop so low as to love and to hold forever till they parted a stupid know-it-all? 'There I go again,' thought Hermione, 'my inner Draco telling me how to live my life. What to do, and what not to do.'
"Oh... Ron is going to think I some sort of nasty person, he's probably going to laugh at me, or tell me that we're just friends and that he doesn't think of me in that way," at the thought, more tears started to fall down Hermione's already swollen, red cheeks.
Was she really that nervous, embarrassed? Was she just like Ron, afraid of rejection?
Of course, she knew what The All Wise Malfoy would have to say in this sort of situation, "Suck it up Granger, you're filth, gonna have to get used to rejection." Great, now there will always and forever be Draco as my conscience, giving me advise for my love life!
But these words had actually made sense to her, I mean the first part. Why should she be crying in a small bathroom compartment on a train that's she been on all of her school life when she could just go back in there, act as though nothing had happened, and congratulate him? He deserved it anyways, after all, this had been, or would be his all-time first girlfriend.
Hermione entered the compartment with a sure look and a perfect smile as though nothing had ever happened.
Ron, who had been in the middle of eating his second cauldron cake, set it down on the stand nearest him, his eyes never left Hermione. Hermione turned to look at Ron and smiled, "Ron, you still got that cake left for me?"
Ron didn't know what to do, he fumbled through his satchel for the cake. He pulled out a rather flattened piece of cake with it's inside contents slipped out into the plastic wrapper that covered it, though Hermione took it al just the same.
"Thanks Ron," Hermione beamed, tearing open the cream covered wrapping and licked off the sides of the flattened cake, Ron just watched.
"I'm starving, I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast this morning. Oh, and by the way Ron, congratulations. I'm so happy for you, and I'm sorry for what happened earlier." Ron almost choked on the piece of cauldron cake that was still wallowing around in his mouth since Hermione had entered the compartment.
"Oh, who is the lucky girl anyways?' Harry has took this as a good time to the leave the compartment, abandoning his best friend to face the hellish depths of loves confessions on his own.
Ron looked after his best friend of seven long years and squeaked after him, wishing that it had been he in Harry's position, but Ron couldn't get out of this forever.
He was bound by love, and Hermione's persuasive tone of voice that crept from those kissable lips of hers, Ron surprised a sigh.
In A Bathroom On The Train
She must have sat crying in that bathroom forever. Why didn't know figure it out?
Somehow she knew that Ron had been in love with another girl, not that Ron had loved her in that sort of sense in the first place, besides, they were just friends. Right, just friends, Ron was smart enough to except that, but couldn't Hermione embrace it.
What would Hermione want with a filthy mudblood anyways? Who could stoop so low as to love and to hold forever till they parted a stupid know-it-all? 'There I go again,' thought Hermione, 'my inner Draco telling me how to live my life. What to do, and what not to do.'
"Oh... Ron is going to think I some sort of nasty person, he's probably going to laugh at me, or tell me that we're just friends and that he doesn't think of me in that way," at the thought, more tears started to fall down Hermione's already swollen, red cheeks.
Was she really that nervous, embarrassed? Was she just like Ron, afraid of rejection?
Of course, she knew what The All Wise Malfoy would have to say in this sort of situation, "Suck it up Granger, you're filth, gonna have to get used to rejection." Great, now there will always and forever be Draco as my conscience, giving me advise for my love life!
But these words had actually made sense to her, I mean the first part. Why should she be crying in a small bathroom compartment on a train that's she been on all of her school life when she could just go back in there, act as though nothing had happened, and congratulate him? He deserved it anyways, after all, this had been, or would be his all-time first girlfriend.
Hermione entered the compartment with a sure look and a perfect smile as though nothing had ever happened.
Ron, who had been in the middle of eating his second cauldron cake, set it down on the stand nearest him, his eyes never left Hermione. Hermione turned to look at Ron and smiled, "Ron, you still got that cake left for me?"
Ron didn't know what to do, he fumbled through his satchel for the cake. He pulled out a rather flattened piece of cake with it's inside contents slipped out into the plastic wrapper that covered it, though Hermione took it al just the same.
"Thanks Ron," Hermione beamed, tearing open the cream covered wrapping and licked off the sides of the flattened cake, Ron just watched.
"I'm starving, I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast this morning. Oh, and by the way Ron, congratulations. I'm so happy for you, and I'm sorry for what happened earlier." Ron almost choked on the piece of cauldron cake that was still wallowing around in his mouth since Hermione had entered the compartment.
"Oh, who is the lucky girl anyways?' Harry has took this as a good time to the leave the compartment, abandoning his best friend to face the hellish depths of loves confessions on his own.
Ron looked after his best friend of seven long years and squeaked after him, wishing that it had been he in Harry's position, but Ron couldn't get out of this forever.
He was bound by love, and Hermione's persuasive tone of voice that crept from those kissable lips of hers, Ron surprised a sigh.