Handling the Break-up
The rest of the week went by even faster than the first week had. Harry was still upset about he break-up, but he was coping. It was just when he saw Hermione in the halls or in class that the pain was at its worst. He was managing quite well all considered, and was able to go through his daily routine with little problems. He was sad, but his talk with Cho had made the situation easier to handle.
Hermione on the other hand was barely surviving. She couldn't sleep or eat, and her grades were declining. She wouldn't finish her homework, or if she did it did not receive a very high grade. Her spot as the top student of her class was given to Lavender (Harry would have gotten it, but his grades had also taken a dip), and she no longer raised her hand in class. Her appearance was also steadily declining. Her eyes were always puffy from lack of sleep or crying, she no longer made an effort to tame her wild brown hair, her robes were all wrinkled, and her tie improperly knotted.
Part of the reason for her complete emotional break down was that she had no one to talk to about it. Her only two friends were Harry and Ron, and of course Harry was the one she had broken up with, and Ron would most likely be unsympathetic because she had dumped him for Harry. Another part of the reason was the bet. She was constantly worrying about how she could win if she and Harry weren't even talking. If she lost the bet she would have to forfeit her grades, but then again they were as low as they could go anyway. Still, the thought of losing to Cho made her swell up with rage. She always gets whatever she wants, and this time, I'm not going to let her have it! she thought. That bitch deserves to be taught a lesson! Hermione rarely swore, even in her thoughts, and the fact that she had, emphasized even more her anger at the situation. .:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:..:. :.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:..:.:.: .:.:.:.:.
Harry decided not to go to Hogsmede on Saturday. He didn't really feel in the mood, and besides, who would he go with? His last date with Cho had been a bust, and he didn't want a repeat. Then again, she had been really nice to him when he broke up with Hermione. Whatever, he thought. If she asks me out, I guess I'll go, but if she doesn't I'm not going to ask her.
As it turned out, Cho didn't ask Harry out. In fact, he was kind of surprised that she didn't. He didn't really mind, though, and he spent his Saturday finishing his homework. It felt good to get it done early for once.
Once he finished his homework, he decided to take a shower. He grabbed a towel, went and opened the door to the bathroom, and went in. He saw that the door was part-way open on Hermione's side and he heard crying coming from her room. He walked over to the door and knocked. "Hermione, you okay?" he asked.
Hermione sniffed. "What do you want, Harry?" she asked with a sob as she went over and opened the door some more to let Harry in.
"I heard you crying and I wondered if you were okay," Harry answered in a caring voice.
"Well I'm not," Hermione said with another sob. "Obviously you didn't take things quite as seriously as I did. You can go now. Leave me alone with my misery." She started sobbing even harder.
Harry felt awful. He hated seeing her in so much pain. He just wanted to take it away from her so that she could return to her normal self. But I can't, he thought. Hermione and I weren't meant to be together. If we had we wouldn't have broken up.
He turned and walked back into the bathroom. He closed Hermione's door and took a shower. The warm water didn't soothe him like it normally did, though, as he could only think of seeing Hermione's frail figure sitting on her bed, shaking with sobs. He went to bed after his shower, even though it was only 9:00. It didn't matter to him; he was just so emotionally drained that he fell asleep right away.
The rest of the week went by even faster than the first week had. Harry was still upset about he break-up, but he was coping. It was just when he saw Hermione in the halls or in class that the pain was at its worst. He was managing quite well all considered, and was able to go through his daily routine with little problems. He was sad, but his talk with Cho had made the situation easier to handle.
Hermione on the other hand was barely surviving. She couldn't sleep or eat, and her grades were declining. She wouldn't finish her homework, or if she did it did not receive a very high grade. Her spot as the top student of her class was given to Lavender (Harry would have gotten it, but his grades had also taken a dip), and she no longer raised her hand in class. Her appearance was also steadily declining. Her eyes were always puffy from lack of sleep or crying, she no longer made an effort to tame her wild brown hair, her robes were all wrinkled, and her tie improperly knotted.
Part of the reason for her complete emotional break down was that she had no one to talk to about it. Her only two friends were Harry and Ron, and of course Harry was the one she had broken up with, and Ron would most likely be unsympathetic because she had dumped him for Harry. Another part of the reason was the bet. She was constantly worrying about how she could win if she and Harry weren't even talking. If she lost the bet she would have to forfeit her grades, but then again they were as low as they could go anyway. Still, the thought of losing to Cho made her swell up with rage. She always gets whatever she wants, and this time, I'm not going to let her have it! she thought. That bitch deserves to be taught a lesson! Hermione rarely swore, even in her thoughts, and the fact that she had, emphasized even more her anger at the situation. .:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:..:. :.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:..:.:.: .:.:.:.:.
Harry decided not to go to Hogsmede on Saturday. He didn't really feel in the mood, and besides, who would he go with? His last date with Cho had been a bust, and he didn't want a repeat. Then again, she had been really nice to him when he broke up with Hermione. Whatever, he thought. If she asks me out, I guess I'll go, but if she doesn't I'm not going to ask her.
As it turned out, Cho didn't ask Harry out. In fact, he was kind of surprised that she didn't. He didn't really mind, though, and he spent his Saturday finishing his homework. It felt good to get it done early for once.
Once he finished his homework, he decided to take a shower. He grabbed a towel, went and opened the door to the bathroom, and went in. He saw that the door was part-way open on Hermione's side and he heard crying coming from her room. He walked over to the door and knocked. "Hermione, you okay?" he asked.
Hermione sniffed. "What do you want, Harry?" she asked with a sob as she went over and opened the door some more to let Harry in.
"I heard you crying and I wondered if you were okay," Harry answered in a caring voice.
"Well I'm not," Hermione said with another sob. "Obviously you didn't take things quite as seriously as I did. You can go now. Leave me alone with my misery." She started sobbing even harder.
Harry felt awful. He hated seeing her in so much pain. He just wanted to take it away from her so that she could return to her normal self. But I can't, he thought. Hermione and I weren't meant to be together. If we had we wouldn't have broken up.
He turned and walked back into the bathroom. He closed Hermione's door and took a shower. The warm water didn't soothe him like it normally did, though, as he could only think of seeing Hermione's frail figure sitting on her bed, shaking with sobs. He went to bed after his shower, even though it was only 9:00. It didn't matter to him; he was just so emotionally drained that he fell asleep right away.