Chapter Four: Familiar Letters
Harry,
Did you know? Know that Hermione is engaged? Yeah ENGAGED! She told me last night. You know to whom? KRUM!!! Krum of all people. We met at the Three Broomsticks….
Ron scribbled down the whole story taking up 5 pages of parchment. He told Harry every detail, down to the last drop of blood. Ron was laying out the facts to her betrayal to him. It seemed the only way to get his feelings out. Harry was his best friend, Ron hoped that Harry would save the day again, but Ron also wished that he himself could save the day.
… Hope you get here soon.
Ronald Weasley
Keeper.
Ron rolled the parchment up and tied it around Pig's leg he patted Pig on the head and told him to take it to Harry. Ron supposed that Pig could find him. Even with him being so energetic. Ron hoped that Harry would get his letter soon. He really needed a friend. Hermione had betrayed him; Harry was his only comfort as of now.
Ron layed on his bed in the Hogwarts Hotel. He sighed. He couldn't believe what Hermione had done to him. She had been his best friend and had also betrayed him so easily. If she would have told him in the first place, true he would have been mad but he also would have been more understanding. He closed his eyes trying to get the nights events out of his head. Ron layed on his bed his hands behind his head. He couldn't get the events out of his head. Sighing he closed his eyes lightly. He slowly drifted off to sleep.
"Ron I'm sorry, but you and Harry I had lost contact with. And Viktor had kept talking to me and sending owls, which led to going on dates, then, three months ago…He proposed"
"Aw, how cute…My Congrats…To bad I didn't tell you..."
"Tell me what Ron?"
"That I've fallen…."
Ron sat up in his bed. He wiped the sweat off his brow. It was only a dream. He gasped for air. It had felt so real. He sighed and looked around his room. Shaking his head he stood and walked into the bathroom, looking in the mirror he continued to wipe sweat from his brow. He turned on the faucet and splashed water over his face. Looking at himself in the mirror he shook his head.
"Maybe I shouldn't have exploded like that?"
Ron sighed and bent over, he turned on the warm water of his bathtub. He sighed and slipped off his clothes stepping into the shower.
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Harry,
I know I haven't spoke to you in a long time but I'm desperate. Ron and I had a major fight. And for the first time in my life I don't have an answer. I need your help. I don't know how to tell you this but I'm engaged to Krum. I told Ron the same thing….
Hermione began to go into the detail of their fight. She was so confused, she knew she should have told Ron earlier but she didn't know how. And when she DID know how, it was completely the wrong timing. She sighed and continued writing. She wished she could tell Ron how sorry she was.
Hoping you get here soon,
Hermione L. Granger
Hermione sighed again and walked out of her room. She walked down the halls barefoot. She needed to get this to Harry. This meant she needed to go to the Owlery in Hogsmead. She pushed the door of the Hotel to go outside. It was pouring rain. The droplets falling into the already made puddles, splashing softly. Hermione followed down the road to the Owlery, the ground although cold, felt good on her toes. She smiled for the first time in the past few days. The rain fell on her face and washed her makeup to reveal her true face. She walked into the Owlery and approached an owl. Tying it to his leg she whispered where the owl was to go. The owl soon took off to flight. Hermione watched it fly out of the window and sighed lightly. She turned walking back to the door.
Hermione walked into her room at the hotel. Closing the door lightly she turned her back and slid down the door. Sitting in front of the door she pulled her knees to her chest. Laying her head on her knees she began to cry. She felt bad for lying to Ron. She didn't want him to freak out. She wanted to tell him and obviously did, but it was completely wrong of how she pictured it. When he had asked her if there was any new boy friends. She didn't think she was lying because Krum isn't new. They've known each other since her fourth year. Hermione had pictured the way she was going to tell him. But no matter how she spun it. It always ended up with him blowing up at her.
Hermione stood up and walked lightly over to the bed. She plopped down on her bed and took out the only thing that she knew she could do. A Book. She opened the new book ripping the binding. The smell of a new book filled the air around and began to clam her. She began to read. The thing was it was like she was reading because her mind was somewhere else. She was just looking at the words instead of reading them. It was amazing that Ron could distract her from one of her true passions. Reading.