Discalimer: (Oops, this was supposed to be on the first chapter.) I do not own J.K. Rowling's charcters, I'm not making a stinkin' dime off this, and I do not own the tidbits of lyrics also used in this tory (although maybe I'd be rich if I did...)
A/n: Yay, first time ever. The second chapter is up immediately next. Read it, review it, you don't have to like it. ;)
Chapter 2
After Hermione had left the Common Room, she barely hesitated before heading straight to a place where she knew no one would bother her, no one would find her until she was ready to be found, and where she had been expressing all her feelings over the past few weeks.
The tears were in her eyes, stinging just like her heart. She clutched the pen in her pocket, glad she hadn't forgot it. For her purpose, a quill would be highly unpractical.
Thankfully, she met no one who would wonder as what she was doing on the way to her destination. When she reached the correct hallway, she glanced both ways, saw not a single person or ghost, and hastily slipped through the door. She locked the door behind her, and the tears began to fall freely down her cheeks.
She stifled a sob and wiped her eyes, before clearing her throat and saying loudly, "Myrtle?"
Down the length of stalls, she caught a glimpse of a white figure dash into a stall and then there was a loud splash.
"Thank you..." Hermione said in a choked voice. She staggered to 'her' stall, and collapsed on the closed seat.
The tears poured down her cheeks, and she didn't hold back. She sobbed openly and leaned against the side of the stall for support. "Why, Ron....." she whispered, her heart aching. "Why do you have to be like that......"
A few long moments later, when her tears seemed to stop, and she was left with the uncontrollable gulping and gasping that accompanies a long cry, she shakily pulled out the pen and found an empty spot on her green-tinged stall wall. She wrote,
"Are you aware, of how you make me feel?
I want you close, but you push me away
Every time you yell, you break my heart
Its breaking, a little more each passing day"
Her lip quivered and more tears suddenly blurred her vision. She wiped them away with her sleeve, and glanced around the stall at other things she'd written on the stall. Some things when she'd been happy, others when she was sad, or angry, and times just after another fight with Ron, just like this time. This one was part of a song she'd heard,
"I don't wanna miss you so much, baby
I don't wanna miss you all the time
I don't wanna drive myself so crazy
And lie awake in someone else's arms
But I do"
She sighed, and traced her fingers over one in particular. It was written in brilliant blue ink, that stuck out against the green-ish wall.
"I wanna hold you close, I wanna push you away
Wanna make you go, I wanna make you stay.
Should I say it? Should I tell you how I feel?
Oh, I want you to know, but then again, I don't
So complicated"
That was also part of a song she'd heard, and it was so fitting. That pretty much summed up how she felt about Ron. She wanted to be with him, to have him hold her, and love her. But then he'd say one little thing, or some days all he had to do was walk into the room, and she was angry and wanted him to leave.
She had a growing love for him, but it was constantly being bruised by the fights they had. She hated their fighting. It hurt so badly, and yet somehow she just couldn't help it. She didn't want to imagine their marriage. They'd probably send each other into intensive care within a week.
She smiled at the thought, in spite of herself, and wrote another verse on her wall.
"Sorry, baby, for all the hurt
Love me as I am, as I love you
Forever, and ever,
Amen."
A/n: Well? Review!!! (as usual, just no swearing please). Chapter 3, comin up.... (first time ever, I actaully have time for this! Its a freakin' miracle...lol...anyways... on with the show)