A/N: Okay, people, do you read these things?! I put them there for a
reason!! RON IS ON AN EXTENDED VACATION!!!! AND KRUM IS NOT DONE WITH
SCHOOL FOR THE PURPOSES OF MY STORY!!! OKAY?
A/N: Whew, sorry about that people. Just a little frustrated. Now, on with the chappie!
She cast her eyes down, into her lap where she was wringing her hands. When she looked up again, she had tears in her eyes. Taking several deep breaths to regain composure, she started again. Her voice was crackly and I could tell she was trying to keep her tears at bay.
"It was the only time he actually hit me, and afterwards, he apologized profusely. But I wasn't so blind anymore. It was as though someone had pulled the wool off my eyes, and I was seeing all of this for the first time. All along, I had convinced myself that nothing was wrong, even though my gut was telling me otherwise. But suddenly, everything was clear, and so was the message. I had to end things, and the sooner the better."
"The only problem was, how to do it? How could I get myself out of the relationship without making him mad enough to hit me again? I couldn't think of anything, so I strung along pretending to be happy and content, all the while my brains turning over idea after idea. After a while, I had pretty much run out of options. The only thing I was still considering was telling him that my parents didn't want me dating, but I didn't think it would work, because he had already charmed my parents with the same charm he used on me. I needed a reason to go with it, something that would be true enough for him to believe without being totally farfetched. Finally, I came up with the idea of using schoolwork as the underlying reason for our break-up. I could say my parents didn't want me to date anymore. Then when he asked why (which I knew he would) I would blame it on my schoolwork, saying that I needed to do well this year, because there was only one more year to go, and my future depended on it." There was a tiny gleam in her eyes, and I could tell that she was proud that she had come up with the idea all on her own.
"I figured I should do it in a public place, during the day, so he would be less likely to make a scene. So one day while we were out for the afternoon, just walking around the city, I stopped him in a park and told him we needed to talk. I led him over to a bench, and sat down with him, and told him that we needed to break up. He immediately exploded in a jealous rage, as I figured he would, and started accusing me of cheating on him, and called me a 'lying cheating filthy bitch' was I believe the term he used. I explained to him that my parents didn't want my love life to interfere with my progress that year, and that I was really sorry. He stood up and yanked me up with him, and then practically dragged me back home with him. I figured he was going to try and hit me again, but instead, to my surprise, he threw my bags on the bed and ordered me to pack. I was so shocked that I just stood there with my mouth hanging open like a bloody fool, until he shoved me towards my dresser. Then, I realized just what was going on and I swear I have never packed so quickly in my entire life. In less than ten minutes I was ready to go, and then he drove me to the airport and left me there, and I just stupidly assumed he was out of my life forever. I called my parents and told them I was on my way home, and then using a little of the money they had given me, bought a ticket and headed home."
"When I reached home I found my bewildered parents demanding an explanation as to why I was home a week before hand. I lied, and told them that Viktor and his family had had to leave unexpectedly, and that I was sorry I hadn't called them sooner. They believed me, and I thought that was the end of it. I would never have to see or speak to Viktor Krum again. But as usual, I was wrong." She cast her glance downwards, her voice diminishing to a tone of defeat.
"It must have been three weeks after I left Viktor that I started receiving the love letters. They contained little poems he had composed, and stated that he loved me and couldn't wait until we were together again. And all of them demanded a response, but I couldn't write back to him, not after everything I had been through. And soon after I started getting those, they changed. They became ugly and crude, basically saying he knew that I had lied to him and that he was going to get me because I was his and no one else could have me. He said he would get me, no matter where I was or how much it took. They said he would follow me and get me when I least expected it." Shivering slightly (I wasn't sure if it was from fear or just if she was cold), she continued.
"After that, I became so scared I couldn't sleep at night. Every sound, every creak of the settling floor boards, every whisper of the wind, every jingle of Crookshanks (A/N: Sorry if I spelled it wrong!) collar became the sounds of an intruder. But the nights of laying awake in terror quickly caught up to me, and I became a living zombie (or at least that's how I felt.) I went through life for the next couple of weeks in a trance, there but not really there. I was in my own world, my body merely trapped in another. When I was questioned by my parent's I blamed it on staying up to late reading, and promised I would go to bed earlier. But I couldn't, I couldn't let my guard down, no even for a second." I felt myself wanting to grab her and just hold her until everything was right in her world again, but I knew I needed to let her finish.
"Finally, it came time to return to Hogwart's, to return to the safety of Dumbledore and you Harry. I've always felt safe around you Harry. You're like the one person I feel completely and totally protected with, because I know you'd give your life to save mine."
She threw herself into my arms suddenly, and I was momentarily stunned to find myself locked in a tight embrace with her. And it took me even longer to realize she was sobbing into my chest for the second time that day. All her fears, all her woes, all her anguish were being let out in those tears, and I vowed at that moment to do my best to protect her.
When she finally stopped crying, she looked up and gave me a sad smile, and I knew she was going to be okay, at least for the night. I returned her smile, and loosened my grip on her, allowing her to move out of my arms if she wished. But she just sighed and rested her head on my shoulder, and I let my arm slide down to her hip. We just sat there in silence, thinking different thoughts. After a few minutes, I heard her breath become more even, and knew she had fallen asleep. Not wanting to wake her, I gently scooped her into my arms and carried her up the stairs to her room. Pausing for a moment to open the door (not an easy feat when you have to try and balance someone on one arm), I entered her dorm and deposited her on her bed (at least, I'm assuming it was her bed; it was the only one without an occupant). Kissing her softly on the cheek, I whispered "Good night 'Mione, sweet dreams" and then tiptoed out, shutting the door silently behind me. I walked down the stairs, and sat back down on the sofa. No longer tired, I was going over everything I had just learned, trying to sort things out.
A/N: Sorry to end it here guys, I wasn't sure whether to go into a new day or just leave it here, so I decided to just leave it be. Please don't hate me! I promise I'll update soon!
A/N: Also, I've figured out how I'm going to bring Ron into the story, so keep reading and he'll show up (hopefully) in two to three chappies.
A/N: And I'm sorry if this chappie was a stinker you guys, I haven't had a whole lot of free time to write, but I'll try to make the next one a little more interesting, so bear with me.
A/N: Whew, sorry about that people. Just a little frustrated. Now, on with the chappie!
She cast her eyes down, into her lap where she was wringing her hands. When she looked up again, she had tears in her eyes. Taking several deep breaths to regain composure, she started again. Her voice was crackly and I could tell she was trying to keep her tears at bay.
"It was the only time he actually hit me, and afterwards, he apologized profusely. But I wasn't so blind anymore. It was as though someone had pulled the wool off my eyes, and I was seeing all of this for the first time. All along, I had convinced myself that nothing was wrong, even though my gut was telling me otherwise. But suddenly, everything was clear, and so was the message. I had to end things, and the sooner the better."
"The only problem was, how to do it? How could I get myself out of the relationship without making him mad enough to hit me again? I couldn't think of anything, so I strung along pretending to be happy and content, all the while my brains turning over idea after idea. After a while, I had pretty much run out of options. The only thing I was still considering was telling him that my parents didn't want me dating, but I didn't think it would work, because he had already charmed my parents with the same charm he used on me. I needed a reason to go with it, something that would be true enough for him to believe without being totally farfetched. Finally, I came up with the idea of using schoolwork as the underlying reason for our break-up. I could say my parents didn't want me to date anymore. Then when he asked why (which I knew he would) I would blame it on my schoolwork, saying that I needed to do well this year, because there was only one more year to go, and my future depended on it." There was a tiny gleam in her eyes, and I could tell that she was proud that she had come up with the idea all on her own.
"I figured I should do it in a public place, during the day, so he would be less likely to make a scene. So one day while we were out for the afternoon, just walking around the city, I stopped him in a park and told him we needed to talk. I led him over to a bench, and sat down with him, and told him that we needed to break up. He immediately exploded in a jealous rage, as I figured he would, and started accusing me of cheating on him, and called me a 'lying cheating filthy bitch' was I believe the term he used. I explained to him that my parents didn't want my love life to interfere with my progress that year, and that I was really sorry. He stood up and yanked me up with him, and then practically dragged me back home with him. I figured he was going to try and hit me again, but instead, to my surprise, he threw my bags on the bed and ordered me to pack. I was so shocked that I just stood there with my mouth hanging open like a bloody fool, until he shoved me towards my dresser. Then, I realized just what was going on and I swear I have never packed so quickly in my entire life. In less than ten minutes I was ready to go, and then he drove me to the airport and left me there, and I just stupidly assumed he was out of my life forever. I called my parents and told them I was on my way home, and then using a little of the money they had given me, bought a ticket and headed home."
"When I reached home I found my bewildered parents demanding an explanation as to why I was home a week before hand. I lied, and told them that Viktor and his family had had to leave unexpectedly, and that I was sorry I hadn't called them sooner. They believed me, and I thought that was the end of it. I would never have to see or speak to Viktor Krum again. But as usual, I was wrong." She cast her glance downwards, her voice diminishing to a tone of defeat.
"It must have been three weeks after I left Viktor that I started receiving the love letters. They contained little poems he had composed, and stated that he loved me and couldn't wait until we were together again. And all of them demanded a response, but I couldn't write back to him, not after everything I had been through. And soon after I started getting those, they changed. They became ugly and crude, basically saying he knew that I had lied to him and that he was going to get me because I was his and no one else could have me. He said he would get me, no matter where I was or how much it took. They said he would follow me and get me when I least expected it." Shivering slightly (I wasn't sure if it was from fear or just if she was cold), she continued.
"After that, I became so scared I couldn't sleep at night. Every sound, every creak of the settling floor boards, every whisper of the wind, every jingle of Crookshanks (A/N: Sorry if I spelled it wrong!) collar became the sounds of an intruder. But the nights of laying awake in terror quickly caught up to me, and I became a living zombie (or at least that's how I felt.) I went through life for the next couple of weeks in a trance, there but not really there. I was in my own world, my body merely trapped in another. When I was questioned by my parent's I blamed it on staying up to late reading, and promised I would go to bed earlier. But I couldn't, I couldn't let my guard down, no even for a second." I felt myself wanting to grab her and just hold her until everything was right in her world again, but I knew I needed to let her finish.
"Finally, it came time to return to Hogwart's, to return to the safety of Dumbledore and you Harry. I've always felt safe around you Harry. You're like the one person I feel completely and totally protected with, because I know you'd give your life to save mine."
She threw herself into my arms suddenly, and I was momentarily stunned to find myself locked in a tight embrace with her. And it took me even longer to realize she was sobbing into my chest for the second time that day. All her fears, all her woes, all her anguish were being let out in those tears, and I vowed at that moment to do my best to protect her.
When she finally stopped crying, she looked up and gave me a sad smile, and I knew she was going to be okay, at least for the night. I returned her smile, and loosened my grip on her, allowing her to move out of my arms if she wished. But she just sighed and rested her head on my shoulder, and I let my arm slide down to her hip. We just sat there in silence, thinking different thoughts. After a few minutes, I heard her breath become more even, and knew she had fallen asleep. Not wanting to wake her, I gently scooped her into my arms and carried her up the stairs to her room. Pausing for a moment to open the door (not an easy feat when you have to try and balance someone on one arm), I entered her dorm and deposited her on her bed (at least, I'm assuming it was her bed; it was the only one without an occupant). Kissing her softly on the cheek, I whispered "Good night 'Mione, sweet dreams" and then tiptoed out, shutting the door silently behind me. I walked down the stairs, and sat back down on the sofa. No longer tired, I was going over everything I had just learned, trying to sort things out.
A/N: Sorry to end it here guys, I wasn't sure whether to go into a new day or just leave it here, so I decided to just leave it be. Please don't hate me! I promise I'll update soon!
A/N: Also, I've figured out how I'm going to bring Ron into the story, so keep reading and he'll show up (hopefully) in two to three chappies.
A/N: And I'm sorry if this chappie was a stinker you guys, I haven't had a whole lot of free time to write, but I'll try to make the next one a little more interesting, so bear with me.