Simply Perfect

Chapter : 2

Harry and Ron stood there shocked at Hermione's

outburst. A few minutes passed and then Ron broke

the silence.

"Do you think she's upset about something?" he asked

bemused.

Harry Rolled his eyes at the unnecessary question.

"Of course something is wrong! Can't you see she was crying?"

Harry said exasperated.

"I wonder what could have happened" said Ron.

"If it was something Fin-Fletchy did, he better watch his back," growled

Harry.

Just then Ginny walk in through the portrait hole.

"Hey guys what's up?" she said curiously. She had seen the

concerned look on Harry's face and wanted to know what had happened.

Harry walked over to Ginny took her hand and said,

"Ginny Hermione came in upset from her date and she went

crying to her room, can you go talk to her please?"

Ginny looked at his face his eyes were pleading and she gave in.

"Of course I will Harry, what are friends for?" she said.

"Thanks, I would go, but you know boys can't go in the girl's room."

said Harry sadly.

"Yeah and Ginny try to be very casual, Hermione can get very angry

for people butting into her business. Trust me I know from experience

dear sister," Ron said as he made his way up to the sisth year boy's

dormitory. Ginny just turned back to Harry and said goodbye. She then,

went up to the girls' room to talk to Hermione.

Harry watched her go, then he continued doing his potions homework

while waiting for Ginny to come back. He didn't have to wait long though

because Ginny came back five minutes later and sat next to him.

"I tried to tell her to open the door, but she said to leave her alone,"

Ginny said apologetically.

Harry stood up very depressed, said goodnight to Ginny, and went to bed.

He tossed and turned. He couldn't sleep, too worried about Hermione. His

heart broke as he remembered her teary face tonight. Harry couldn't stand

seeing Hermione sad, though in his eyes even crying, she looked beautiful.

The way her curly hair would frame her face perfectly, the way her smile,

that lits up her face, could make his heart beat faster every time, and finally

her eyes. Those eyes that held the window to her soul, through them Harry

could see clearly when she was angry, sad, afraid, or happy. He could just get

caught up in them. It was obvious that he wasn't going to be able to go to sleep

in a while, so he stood up from his bed, tiptoed out the dorm, and went down

the stairs to the common room. As he got completely in the common

room, he noticed a fugure sitting infront of the fire.

As the person heard Harry's footsteps, she turned around.

Harry couldn't believe his luck, it was Hermione! Finally he would be able to

ask her personally what was wrong and he wasn't going to let her brush

him of as she did Ginny. It was time for her to talk, he thought determinely.

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