I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples, leaning on the bookshelf. Why
did Ron have to love Pavarti? Why did he have to lead me on and on? I
closed my eyes, refusing to cry. I had liked him so much. Maybe even loved
him. I gritted my teeth. Forget him. Just forget him. I kept moving,
grabbing random books and buried my head behind a stack of fifteen books
tall. I chose a table in the corner and plunked the books down. Opening
one, I tried to read, tried to concentrate, but all I could hear was the
giggling and laughter of Ron and Pavarti as they rolled around on her bed.
I remembered walking in on them two days ago.
§ § §
I practically skipped down the hallway. Today, I'd seen Ron and he'd given me a special grin. I knew that it didn't sound like much at all but it was a different grin than he'd ever had on his face before. I sighed. Ron Weasley was the most amazing man in the world. I'd made my decision. I was going to find him tonight and tell him. I'd waited long enough. Time to step up, girl.
Pushing open the door to my dorm, I stopped dead. It felt like someone had stabbed me through the heart with an icicle and now it was sitting there in my chest, weighing me down and slowly melting into my bloodstream, turning my entire body slowly to ice. I froze and found I couldn't tear my eyes from the scene in front of me.
Ron and Pavarti were lying on her bed, kissing each other, hands tangled in each others' hair, running over each others' bodies. They stopped and started whispering to each other and giggling. Slowly, I backed out, feeling sick. All I wanted to do was throw up, scream, hit them, anything. Instead I ran to my haven, the library.
§ § §
A soft Scottish brogue broke into my thoughts, "You know, in order to read, the book has to be right side up, Hermione."
I glanced up. Oliver Wood was standing, blocking my view of the lovebirds sitting together and 'studying.' "What?"
He reached over and picked the book out of my hands, turning it over. "Breeding habits of flobberworms? I knew that you loved studying but this is ridiculous." He plopped himself down at the table and glanced at the other pile of books. " Love your Weedkiss and it'll love you back. Kicking with Knuds.You've got quite the selection here." he said, raising an eyebrow.
I shrugged. "Yeah, well, you know me. bookworm to the core," I replied glumly.
He shook his head, staring at me intently. "Are you alright, Hermoine?"
I rearranged my face to be blank. "What do you mean? I'm fine."
"I think you've got more going on inside here-" he touched my temple gently "-than you let on. Anything you want to talk about?"
"Not really, no," I replied without feeling. Even though Oliver was one of the most good-looking boys in our school I really didn't want him sitting down with me at the moment to have a heart to heart. Right now I just wanted to be left alone. "I'm fine, Oliver, really," I repeated.
He studied me intently for a moment then leaned towards me and for a second I had a crazy idea that he was going to kiss me.
And then he did.
Okay, maybe it wasn't such a crazy idea. His lips were soft and made me forget everything about Ron and what's-her-face. Then he pulled away and smiled softly. "For the time you saved our hides at that Quidditch match." With a final grin, he left the library.
I sat, staring stupidly off after him, all thoughts of Ron flying from my head.
§ § §
I practically skipped down the hallway. Today, I'd seen Ron and he'd given me a special grin. I knew that it didn't sound like much at all but it was a different grin than he'd ever had on his face before. I sighed. Ron Weasley was the most amazing man in the world. I'd made my decision. I was going to find him tonight and tell him. I'd waited long enough. Time to step up, girl.
Pushing open the door to my dorm, I stopped dead. It felt like someone had stabbed me through the heart with an icicle and now it was sitting there in my chest, weighing me down and slowly melting into my bloodstream, turning my entire body slowly to ice. I froze and found I couldn't tear my eyes from the scene in front of me.
Ron and Pavarti were lying on her bed, kissing each other, hands tangled in each others' hair, running over each others' bodies. They stopped and started whispering to each other and giggling. Slowly, I backed out, feeling sick. All I wanted to do was throw up, scream, hit them, anything. Instead I ran to my haven, the library.
§ § §
A soft Scottish brogue broke into my thoughts, "You know, in order to read, the book has to be right side up, Hermione."
I glanced up. Oliver Wood was standing, blocking my view of the lovebirds sitting together and 'studying.' "What?"
He reached over and picked the book out of my hands, turning it over. "Breeding habits of flobberworms? I knew that you loved studying but this is ridiculous." He plopped himself down at the table and glanced at the other pile of books. " Love your Weedkiss and it'll love you back. Kicking with Knuds.You've got quite the selection here." he said, raising an eyebrow.
I shrugged. "Yeah, well, you know me. bookworm to the core," I replied glumly.
He shook his head, staring at me intently. "Are you alright, Hermoine?"
I rearranged my face to be blank. "What do you mean? I'm fine."
"I think you've got more going on inside here-" he touched my temple gently "-than you let on. Anything you want to talk about?"
"Not really, no," I replied without feeling. Even though Oliver was one of the most good-looking boys in our school I really didn't want him sitting down with me at the moment to have a heart to heart. Right now I just wanted to be left alone. "I'm fine, Oliver, really," I repeated.
He studied me intently for a moment then leaned towards me and for a second I had a crazy idea that he was going to kiss me.
And then he did.
Okay, maybe it wasn't such a crazy idea. His lips were soft and made me forget everything about Ron and what's-her-face. Then he pulled away and smiled softly. "For the time you saved our hides at that Quidditch match." With a final grin, he left the library.
I sat, staring stupidly off after him, all thoughts of Ron flying from my head.
