Howdy, guys! I'm just banging out the chapters now, aren't I? Hope you guys are enjoying them. Though I'm sorry to say, this story will be finished soon. But don't worry. My friend Christian and I are working on one of our own, and I also have an idea for another brewing, I'm not sure where to go with it. Welp, here you are. Enjoy! And don't forget my reviews!
Hermione, stormed into the common room, tears streaming down her face. She was about to make her way across the room and out into the corridor when she heard a familiar laugh from the corner. She turned the face the direction from where the noise was coming from, and there was Seamus, surrounded by Dean, Lavender and Parvati. He snickered. "Feeling broken-hearted, Hermione?" He asked, smirking.
Hermione straightened herself up and walked right over to Seamus. "What did you say?" She demanded, seething.
Seamus looked a little taken aback at the way Hermione was towering over him. He stood up as if to gain some confidence for himself. "I said, are you feeling broken-hearted?" He asked, pretending to pout.
She let out a laugh. "Because of you? You wish, Finnagin."
"Oh, so then has the sidekick broken your little heart?" He taunted.
"Don't you call him that!"
Seamus ignored her comment. "It's a real shame that you can't even get a sidekick to date you, Hermione."
Feeling anger boiling inside of her, Hermione pulled back her hand and-SLAP! Seamus' head turned to theright from the force she had hit him with. Lavender and Parvati gasped, and Dean let out a laugh. Hermione saw with satisfaction that she had left a red-hot mark on Seamus' cheek. With a cruel and most un-Hermione-ish laugh, she left the common room, feeling that she needed some fresh air.
As she made her way down to the entrance hall, she began feeling more and more upset. She was shaking from her conflict with Seamus. Not only because she slapped him, but because she had defended Ron. Why should she defend Ron? He had only come upstairs to "comfort" her because he wanted to rub it in her face that he was right and she was wrong. So why on earth did she feel that she should defend him? Because you love him. She though sadly. He may be an unbelievable prat but you love him all the same. Maybe one day he'll wake up...
Hermione decided to walk out onto the Quidditch pitch where she and Ron had watched Harry and the rest of Gryffindor play so many times and where she had watched Ron play with them, all the while wishing he was still in the stands with her. She sat in their favorite spot and looked up at the sky where the sun was just starting to set. She knew the Halloween Feast would be starting soon, but she wasn't too hungry. She was perfectly content to sit there until curfew.
She heard someone clear her throat from behind her. She turned around. Oh no... She thought.
"Well well well, if it isn't little miss Mudblood, out on her own and looking uncharacteristically…pretty. Mind if I join you?"
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