Chapter 5- Poem, Heart and Glove.
Hermione ran up the steps and into the girl's door, shutting the door with a slight click. "Oh my Merlin! I am sooo stupid!" She whispered to herself, banging her head on the door with a slight thud each time. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" she repeated over and over to herself.
She stopped suddenly when she heard Lavender mumble something in her sleep. She glided over and sat on her bed, holding her sore head in her hands. She glanced at her watch it read twenty past eleven. "Better get ready for bed." She thought to herself.
She slowly started changing out of her robes and into her nighty, her mind racing with thoughts of Ron. Hermione took of her robes and laid them neatly on her chair (not noticing Ron's poem on the floor- it had slipped out of her pocket!), she took of Ron's glove and placed it on her pillow, then walked into the small en- suite to brush her teeth.
She looked into the mirror when she was finished and flashed her white teeth at her reflection. Then picking up a flannel (wash cloth for you Americans!), she attempted to scrub off her minimal amounts of make-up, mascara, blusher, eyeliner and foundation. "He never notices anyway, how bloody obvious do I have to be?!" She growled to herself.
She returned into the girl's dorm room and climbed in to bed. "Oops! Don't want to break this," She thought, removing her pendant from around her neck. She undid the clasp and glanced inside.
The were two muggle photo's inside, one charming one of Mr and Mrs Granger with their arms around each other. The other was a photo of the one and only Ron Weasley, he was wearing a lop-sided grin and his red hair was all over the place as he squinted at the camera, in the bright summer sunlight.
"Mine" she breathed as a tear fell down her cheek. What she meant was, her parents and her love- and neither of them were there. And it seemed to her that neither of them cared as well, Ron thought of her as brainy, snooty Hermione- good for doing your homework, but NOTHING more; And as for her parents, neither of them put up a fight when she revealed she was spending Christmas with Ron again!
She shut the locket with a snap, and placed it on her nightstand.
Hermione then rolled over and hugged the glove Ron had presented her with; She hugged so tight it was as if she was three once again, and she was hugging Sima, her favourite doll when she was growing up, she was hugging Sima and she heard a creek out side her door and the tree was making frightening shadows up against her window. She hugged the glove like her life depended on it- because to Hermione, her love life did depend on it.
Hermione ran up the steps and into the girl's door, shutting the door with a slight click. "Oh my Merlin! I am sooo stupid!" She whispered to herself, banging her head on the door with a slight thud each time. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" she repeated over and over to herself.
She stopped suddenly when she heard Lavender mumble something in her sleep. She glided over and sat on her bed, holding her sore head in her hands. She glanced at her watch it read twenty past eleven. "Better get ready for bed." She thought to herself.
She slowly started changing out of her robes and into her nighty, her mind racing with thoughts of Ron. Hermione took of her robes and laid them neatly on her chair (not noticing Ron's poem on the floor- it had slipped out of her pocket!), she took of Ron's glove and placed it on her pillow, then walked into the small en- suite to brush her teeth.
She looked into the mirror when she was finished and flashed her white teeth at her reflection. Then picking up a flannel (wash cloth for you Americans!), she attempted to scrub off her minimal amounts of make-up, mascara, blusher, eyeliner and foundation. "He never notices anyway, how bloody obvious do I have to be?!" She growled to herself.
She returned into the girl's dorm room and climbed in to bed. "Oops! Don't want to break this," She thought, removing her pendant from around her neck. She undid the clasp and glanced inside.
The were two muggle photo's inside, one charming one of Mr and Mrs Granger with their arms around each other. The other was a photo of the one and only Ron Weasley, he was wearing a lop-sided grin and his red hair was all over the place as he squinted at the camera, in the bright summer sunlight.
"Mine" she breathed as a tear fell down her cheek. What she meant was, her parents and her love- and neither of them were there. And it seemed to her that neither of them cared as well, Ron thought of her as brainy, snooty Hermione- good for doing your homework, but NOTHING more; And as for her parents, neither of them put up a fight when she revealed she was spending Christmas with Ron again!
She shut the locket with a snap, and placed it on her nightstand.
Hermione then rolled over and hugged the glove Ron had presented her with; She hugged so tight it was as if she was three once again, and she was hugging Sima, her favourite doll when she was growing up, she was hugging Sima and she heard a creek out side her door and the tree was making frightening shadows up against her window. She hugged the glove like her life depended on it- because to Hermione, her love life did depend on it.