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Chapter 11: Hermione Goes Bye Bye
Back in hers and Hermione's room in the Gryffindor tower her friend was in tears.
"I'm so worried about them Morgana!" she cried whilst throwing her belongings into her trunk. "My parents are all I have! I love them so much!"
"They will be alright Hermione." Morgana said trying to sooth some of her friend's pain. "Do you know what has actually happened to them?"
"Not much, only that my mother has some internal injuries that required an operation. I don't know how that went, they haven't sent word to me yet. My father will apparently be ok. Or so they say." Her throwing had become so frantic that she had missed the trunk several times. Morgana picked the stuff up and folded it before putting them where they should be.
"Hermione, calm down! It won't do any good if you stress out like you are. Sit down!" Hermione slowly came over and sat next to Morgana on the bed. "Your parents will be fine."
"Oh I hope your right."
"I will be. Look, you sit there and wait for your owl while I re-pack your trunk for you."
"Ok." She said sadly. "Thankyou."
Morgana tipped out her trunk and started setting everything in it neatly. Hermione fell back and rested her head on the pillow.
"This all happened so quickly. It's been such a shock, you know?"
"Yeah, but everything will be alright. You'll see. Just be thankful for the fact you have parents to worry about. At least one quarter of the students in our grade alone are orphans."
"Including you and Harry." Hermione look at Morgana and smiled faintly, realizing that she was lucky just to have parents. "I guess Ron is worried about the ball?"
"Yes. He was looking forward to going with you." Morgana answered.
"Can I ask you a favour? Can you go with him? I know you were not sure if you really wanted to go yet, but you could take the potion before you go. Your smart Morgana you can make it without my help." Hermione pleaded
"If it means that much to you and Ron agrees that is…"
"Thankyou. It takes a load off my shoulders. I am disappointed that I wont get to see you though." She got up and suddenly ran to her dresser. "Will you take a photo of yourself for me though?" Hermione handed her, her camera. " I love these the pictures move."
" Look!" Morgana exclaimed as she just noticed a barn owl flying towards the bedroom window.
"Oh thank god it's here at last!" Hermione ran and unstrapped the note from the owls leg before reading it out loud.
To my Dearest Hermione,Your Mother has come through the operation with full success.
Your Father is awake and asking for you.
I hope you arrive soon as we all miss you.
Love always
Uncle Peter.
"See everything is fine. Now stop panicking so much. How are you getting there anyway?" Morgana asked.
"Professor McGonagall is taking me into Hogsmeade then she is going to apperate me there."
"Oh, that is nice of her. Anyway Hermione, I have your trunk packed so why don't we go down and find the boys before you go so you can say goodbye. We have a class soon."
"Bye Harry. Don't get into any mischief while I'm away." Hermione hugged Harry and sobbed. They had found the boys in the library where Morgana had left them still talking to Gisselle.
"I won't Hermione. Trust me." She smiled weakly knowing he would say anything to get her off of his back.
"Ron?" she hugged him tightly before briefly kissing him on the lips. "I've asked Morgana to go with you to the Yule Ball. I am sorry I'm leaving you like this."
"Cool." Ron smiled. "I have a date still. I don't have to go by myself and look like a loner."
"Hey!" Harry complained loudly, "I wanted to take Morgs!"
"Well then, we can share Moggi." Ron decided.
"Why share when I'm free?" Gisselle finally spoke up invitingly. "That is, if you don't mind taking me Harry?" she battered her eyelids enticingly and Harry blushed.
"Of…of course not." He stuttered obviously surprised at the invitation.
"Well then. Ron is going with Morgana, I am going with Harry, and everything is settled." Then Gisselle turned to Hermione and continued with a slightly sarcastic tone, "Now you can leave with a clear conscience. Bye, bye, have fun." She waved.
"I'm not going yet!"
"Sorry, I thought you were. Oh well. Bye boys. I'll talk to you later Morgana." Gisselle walked away swishing her hips. When she was out of sight Hermione turned to her friends.
"I don't think you should be going with her Harry, she doesn't seem like a very agreeable person, does she?"
"Oh Hermione stop worrying." Harry said, whilst still watching in the direction Gisselle walked off in, in case she came back. "We've talked to her for about an hour and she seems very… nice. Didn't you think so Ron?"
Ron wouldn't look directly at Hermione when he answered. "Um… sure."
"Well, what do you think Morgana?" she pleaded, hoping for someone to agree with her.
"I think she's nice. I like her." Morgana shyly spoke.
"Oh. Fine then." Just then Professor McGonagall walked up to them and after giving Gisselle a distrusting glare, tapped Hermione on the shoulder.
"Its time we got going Hermione dear. Is all your bags packed?" Hermione nodded and with a final wave they walked away leaving the three friends all alone.
Dinnertime in the great hall was a very noisy event indeed. Everyone was talking so loudly that it made whatever Gisselle was trying to subliminally tell Morgana almost non-existent, from the end of the teachers' table. She could only make out bits and pieces but not enough to actually know what was being said. One thing she did hear quite clearly though was what Gisselle said as she finally stood up to make her way over to where Morgana sat.
"Oh fuck this!"
Morgana started laughing inwardly.
"Gisselle sit back down!" Growled Snape, not at all trying to be quiet.
"I don't think so!" she replied looking down at him, before walking away. She reached where Morgana sat and took a seat between her and Harry.
"Hi Harry. Hey Ronny." She said before turning her attention solely on Morgana.
"Are you finished yet? Want to go start making arrangements for this ball thingy?" Morgana nodded and they both stood before leaving. Outside the hall, the blond once again spoke.
"So Morgana, what are you going to wear?"
"I… I hadn't even thought about it yet…"
"Oh good. A makeover."
