Stay the Night
Chapter 5
Flipping through the pages of a very large book, Hermione mumbled to herself. "M's, M's, Ma's, Mal's, here we go. Malfoy."
Before her was the key ingredient to Plan B. Malfoy's address.
Naturally, it was in a part of the city that Hermione had not been yet, so walking was inevitable.
Looking at the clock, Hermione realized that she had a few hours until she could even guess that Malfoy was home. So much for a well thought out plan, she thought scornfully. I don't even know how long he stays at work. I could be at his house forever. Well, I guess this means I have time to waste before I leave.
She walked into the kitchen and immediately saw a stack of parchments addressed to her. What the hell? Proceeding to open them, she saw that the first was from Harry. His handwriting never changed from its slight scribble.
Dear Hermione,
I hear you're back in town. I know this is awkward, but I think it's time we all talked. We still don't know why you left.
Harry
She rolled her eyes, but looked at the next one and determined it was from Ginny by the feminine script it was written in.
Dear Hermione,
I heard the great news! When did you come back? You definitely need to come to the Burrow and see everyone. We're all getting together soon and we should be there so we can all talk. Owl me back. With much love,
Ginny
She smiled slightly and opened the next. This one was definitely from Ron- from the barely legible handwriting to the crumpled condition of the partchment.
Hermione,
You're back. We should talk. Come by the Burrow. Owl back.
Ron
She did not smile at this. So welcoming. Wait, do I want to be welcomed. I did leave for a reason.
Flashback
Mumbling to herself, Hermione wiped tears from her red eyes as she continued to throw clothes into her trunk. "I don't know why I'm here. I can't stay here any longer." When she was finished with clothes, she started on her books - just the one's she could carry in the trunk. The rest can be replaced, she thought.
Footsteps were heard, as well as a light knocking on the door. "Hermione, sweetie. Do you want to come down to dinner." It was Mrs. Weasley.
Hermione sniffled and grabbed all her stuff. Mrs. Weasley was just opening the door when she heard it.
POP!
And Hermione was gone.
End Flashback
A few more letters were on the counter, mostly from the Weasleys. Wow, they all seem to actually care. I suppose I should go over and visit one of these days. Just to be curteous.
Looking at the clock, Hermione realized it was almost sundown. Time to go.