"Hermione is crying in her room," Patarvi said. "I hear it's from
broken heart. She loved Ron, but Ron found her and Harry making out, so Ron
hates her." That's the grapevine for you. Of course, Hermione was crying in
her dormitory, but not because she loved Ron. She loved Harry. 'And now
there's no chance he'll love me,' she thought sadly. But she remembered his
words. There were hateful words, but intriguing. He had said, 'And to think
that for a while I thought I might have liked you, Hermione.' He has liked
her. Her study group plan had worked. 'But I ruined it,' she thought. 'I
ruined my chances with Harry and my friendship&trust with Ron. They hate
me. My only friends hate me.'
"Hermione?" Ginny asked as she entered the room. She was no longer the skinny little 1st year like she was years ago .She had outgrown her little girl appearance and become a hot 5th year who even made her once embarrassingly red hair sexy. "Hermione, my brother told me not to be a slut anymore. I figured he was mad about you. I know that doesn't sound right, but I want to help you, okay? You can talk to me." Hermione turned to her. She wanted to say that the sister of the boy that made it impossible for her true love to like, let alone love her couldn't possible understand. But she didn't. Instead she embraced Ginny (who wanted to be called Virginia now, but allowed Hermione to still call her Ginny) and poured her heart out to her.
Virginia listened and hugged Hermione. Right before Virginia left, Hermione asked her something. "You have done so much for me, Ginny. What can I do for you?"
Virginia smiled a sly smile and said, "You could start calling me Virginia."
"Absolutely, Virginia," Hermione said smiling. She actually felt good. 'I should go and talk to Ron,' Hermione thought about 15 minutes after Virginia had left. She dried her eyes and went to search for Ron. She found him in the common room, staring at the fire. 'Just like before,' she thought. She went up behind him.
"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I'm a jerk. You have every right to hate me. I'm so self-centered, idiotic and..."
"And beautiful." Ron finished for her. "Beautifully evil, that is. And just so you know, I do hate you." Ron got up and walked away. Hermione sat down and cried in the chair Ron was sitting in. Crookshanks jumped into her lap. Although she didn't know it, Harry was standing a few feet behind her, watching her. He saw what had happened. He saw something for the first time then. Just as he was going to walk up to her and say he was sorry, she ran upstairs with Crookshanks in her arms.
'I'm going home.' Hermione thought once she got to her dormitory. 'First thing in the morning, I'm going home.' She repeated that over and over in her head that night until she fell asleep.
"Hermione?" Ginny asked as she entered the room. She was no longer the skinny little 1st year like she was years ago .She had outgrown her little girl appearance and become a hot 5th year who even made her once embarrassingly red hair sexy. "Hermione, my brother told me not to be a slut anymore. I figured he was mad about you. I know that doesn't sound right, but I want to help you, okay? You can talk to me." Hermione turned to her. She wanted to say that the sister of the boy that made it impossible for her true love to like, let alone love her couldn't possible understand. But she didn't. Instead she embraced Ginny (who wanted to be called Virginia now, but allowed Hermione to still call her Ginny) and poured her heart out to her.
Virginia listened and hugged Hermione. Right before Virginia left, Hermione asked her something. "You have done so much for me, Ginny. What can I do for you?"
Virginia smiled a sly smile and said, "You could start calling me Virginia."
"Absolutely, Virginia," Hermione said smiling. She actually felt good. 'I should go and talk to Ron,' Hermione thought about 15 minutes after Virginia had left. She dried her eyes and went to search for Ron. She found him in the common room, staring at the fire. 'Just like before,' she thought. She went up behind him.
"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I'm a jerk. You have every right to hate me. I'm so self-centered, idiotic and..."
"And beautiful." Ron finished for her. "Beautifully evil, that is. And just so you know, I do hate you." Ron got up and walked away. Hermione sat down and cried in the chair Ron was sitting in. Crookshanks jumped into her lap. Although she didn't know it, Harry was standing a few feet behind her, watching her. He saw what had happened. He saw something for the first time then. Just as he was going to walk up to her and say he was sorry, she ran upstairs with Crookshanks in her arms.
'I'm going home.' Hermione thought once she got to her dormitory. 'First thing in the morning, I'm going home.' She repeated that over and over in her head that night until she fell asleep.
