Chapter 6 - Hermione Wants to Cry
Hermione leaned over and emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl. Merlin, she hated morning sickness, it was a wonder that she wasn't loosing weight considering just how much she threw up. She got up and flushed the contents, absently tying her hair into a messy ponytail and muttering a spell to clean her teeth and do something about her breath.
When she got down to Breakfast, Ginny was already there grinning at her. Hermione quickly made her way towards her and finally lowered herself in the seat across from her heaping her plate up with eggs and bacon.
"Morning, Hermione." she greeted cheerily.
"G'morning, Gin." she replied, her greeting less then cheery.
"What's up with you?" asked the younger Weasley. "You've been a little down lately."
Hermione shook her head.
"Just a little worried about OWLS is all." she said using the excuse that she knew NO one would ever contest.
Ginny raised an eyebrow.
"'Mione!" she exclaimed "You don't have to even worry about OWLS until May!"
Hermione shrugged, smiling sheepishly. Her look was designed to make Ginny roll her eyes at her anxiety. Only Hermione Granger would ever be worried bout OWL nearly four months before they were to take place.
"I guess." she muttered.
They ate silently for a few seconds.
"So have you spoken with my brother yet?" Ginny asked suddenly.
Hermione frowned and swallowed nervously.
"yeah." she answered.
Ginny leaned forward, obviously waiting for Hermione to elaborate.
"So?" she demanded when Hermione didn't immediately give. "Hello! What happened? You can't leave me hanging here, 'Mione! These has to be something bigger here. You and Ron are the real thing, have always been the real thing. One little argument over an overheard conversation and you two are finished?"
Hermione looked pained.
"Look, Hermione, we Weasley's are a tight brood, so if you were not serious about my bro-"
Did Ginny honestly think that it was Hermione's fault that all of this was happening? The anger and shame bubbled up and Hermione almost had to physically restrain herself from hexing Ginny on the spot.
"STOP!" she hissed thought clenched teeth. "Just stop."
Ginny recoiled looking surprised at the strong reaction she had inadvertently invoked.
"If I hear one more of that infidelitous bastard I swear to Merlin, Ginny, I will hex you. Friend or not," Hermione went on, her eyes narrowed.
Ginny nodded.
"You ask him." Hermione continued she was shaking in anger now. "You ask him why we're through."
Ginny looked as if she was about to reply when there was a sudden noise from above and the morning mail came in. as usual, a large barn owl deposited the daily prophet in front of Hermione, but today surprisingly she had another letter.
"hello." she greeted the owl.
The owl hooted, presenting its leg, there was a letter tied to it. Hermione untied the letter and sent the owl on its way, it hooted importantly before flying off.
Hermione glanced down at the parchment. It was heavy grade, obviously expensive.
Granger,
I must speak with you. Library, lunchtime.
It was unsigned but Hermione knew exactly who it was from, the dark green ink gave it away. She should have figured that only Draco Malfoy would have such a haughty looking owl.
She glanced across the room at him, only to see him discussing something with Blaise Zabini. After a while he turned her way. She nodded once and then went back to her breakfast.
"Ask him what?" demanded Ginny.
Hermione sighed, looking pained.
"I can't talk about this, Gin." she said. "I just, I can't."
She pushed off the table and strode out of the hall. Out side she sprinted to one of the girl's bathrooms, the one on the second floor, Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. No one would be there. She could cry there, all alone for as long as she wanted.
And she wanted to cry for a long time.