The Pain of Loss

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Chapter Three

"Herms, we sent you dozens of letters! Not one of them was replied to," Harry said once again after they had settled into the compartment.
"Oh… really?" she asked, in a tone that stated she didn't really care.
"Really,"
"I was visiting my great Aunt Cecil in Germany and got back last night. Mom and dad must have forgotten to tell me I had mail, perhaps," she said, forming a fake apologetic smile.
"In that case, it's all right. You're forgiven," Harry smiled.
"We thought you were dead at one point," Ron said shrugging.

'So did I, so did I,' she thought before letter out a fake laugh.

There was a knock on the compartment door 25 minutes later. "Anything off the trolley dears?" the old witch asked them. Ron's eyes were instantly drawn to the whirls of colourful candy on the trolley before him.

Hermione stood up and grabbed her purse from her satchel. "May I please have one bottle of Pumpkin Juice and a small carton of Bertie Botts Every Flavoured Beans?" she asked as the old lady started handing her the goods in which she asked.
"That's 1sickel and 6knuts deary," she said as Hermione delved her hand into her purse and gave it to her. She then went to sit back down as bot the boys bought something from the food trolley.

An hour passed on and Hermione stood up abruptly. Ron gave her a questioning look as she neared the compartment door.
"Bathroom," she muttered before stepping out into the empty hall. She made her way soundlessly to the end of the train before slipping into the girl's lavatory.

Exiting a few minutes later, Hermione became face to face with none other than the infamous Draco Malfoy – git of the century.

"Who mudblood, I always wondered why I could smell something putrid. Now I know why," she said smirking a making a smelly hand movement.
"Well, well, wee. If it isn't the bouncing white ferret," she sneered crossing her arms.
"Shut it mudblood,"
"Or what 'ferret', you'll call good old daddy in Azkaban to come and kill me? Ooooh, I'm shaking in my boots," she smirked before rolling her eyes and stalking off, leaving Draco seething with anger.

When Hermione entered the compartment, she did not like the scene which greeted her. Harry and Ron had obviously been into her satchel, for the sat together on the floor flipping through her photo album.

"Hey Herms, how come there aren't any of us in here. Only you and that black haired boy," Ron said, not taking his eyes of the photo.
"HOW DARE YOU GO THROUGH MY THINGS," she screeched, ripping the album out of their hands.
"What? Is he your boyfriend or something?" Harry asked fixing up his wonky glasses. Hermione flushed a bright red.
"We didn't mean to Herms, Crookshanks knocked over your satchel and this fell out," Ron said, pointing to the satchel, which was lying over the floor, a variety of her belongings scattered on the floor.

"You had no right," Hermione said seethingly, clutching the album to her chest as if for dear life.
"We're sorry Hermione, geez. It's only a photo album," Harry said, not knowing the real reason she was upset.
"ARGH! That's not the bloody point," she spat before shoving her things into her satchel and rudely grabbing her cat and its basket before storming out of the compartment. Harry and Ron just sat there shocked. What had they done to make her flip out like that?

For the rest of the journey, Hermione sat silently listening to her mp3 in a compartment with Neville, Luna and Ginny of who asked her no questions but accepted her silence. She gazed out of the window as they pulled up into the Hogsmeade station she smiled, a small sad smile. Soon she would be back into her old routine of the Gryffindor know-it-all.

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