Hermione laid on her bed weeping. They had yelled at her. They yelled at her. She couldn't believe they yelled at her.
She lied on the bed, crying and listening to Linkin Park Meteora. The sounds of strumming guitars and humming basses pounded into her ears. Followed by the crash of drumsticks striking the drum. The words flowed in, not easing her pain, as she had hoped. And no matter how loud she had her music, she could still hear their voices yelling at her, screaming her name in furry. She could hear them telling her what a disappointment she is to them. The voices stayed, no matter how loud the music was and it caused more pain and more tears to stream down her already stained cheeks.
As she cried her eyelids began to droop. She turned on her side, staring at the blank wall. Finally her tears ceased to come, and she could tell her eyes were bloodshot and she needed a tissue. However, she was too… horrified to get up. Soon she felt strong arms wrap around, caressing her gently. She soon found herself sinking into her gentle captor.
After several minutes of just laying next to the strange person, she turned around to look into their face. His strange dazzling blue eyes sparkled at her, with his tangled red hair that was invading his face. He flashed her a grin that told her everything would be all right and he was there for her.
Of course Ron was there for Hermione. Ron had always been there for her. Ron reached out and brushed some hair away from her eyes. He smiled at her, and she smiled back. However, when Hermione reached out to touch him, Ron started fading away into nothing.
Hermione popped open her eyes quickly. She didn't need to look around to realize it had been a dream. She already knew she was alone. She already knew she couldn't be with Ron. She would disappoint him too.
More songs of Linkin Park traveled through her ears, she had only been asleep for two songs. As Rob Bourdon bashed on his drums, Hermione could still hear their voices yelling at her.
She was as mad that they were yelling. Yes she had let her grades slip and she not only disappointed them, but also disappointed herself. But to yell at her, that was low.
She knew the reason why her grades slipped. It might not have been important to them, but it was important to her. She had loved him and treasured him. He died and she seemed like the only one who cared.
So yes, she let her grades slip. She knew his death was looming closer each day. Therefore instead of completing every piece of homework, she spent her time treasuring the final days with him. And they had yelled at her for that.
She had spent his final day with him. He came up to her while she was half mindedly doing her homework. She put down the homework and Crookshanks jumped up to her lap. Hermione stroked his head, as he lied down and purred. They had remained like all day. Hermione kept stroking his head till his vibrant purring dribbled down into nothing. Hermione petted him one last time, knowing Crookshanks was gone and had died in her arms peacefully.
Yes, Hermione had disappointed a lot of people and probably would continue to disappoint more. But she had never disappointed Crookshanks and he was gone now.
Rest In Peace to all our pets who never asked more of us then our love, we will never forget you. We love you, and goodbye.