A/N: I am moving house so if I don't update enough for your liking you can go and get fucked because I don't care. YEAH! You hear that?
Chapter 28: Hermione (See, no more rhythm.)
She crumpled into a heap on the ground. Hermione had been running for ages. She didn't know where she was going but she was happy to get away. She kept thinking the same things, over and over. I love him. LovED him. Why? How? She tried to calm down, just to stop for a moment, get her head clear, but as soon as she stopped crying she would start again.
When she finally calmed down she realized what she had been doing and laughed. "Wow. I must have really loved this dude." She said to herself. She got up, cleaned herself up with a quick spell and walked back up to the castle. She was just in time for a feast that happened to be happening but had no real relevance. She walked in and saw Harry and Ron sitting a hell of a lot closer then any straight men would be. "What are you fags doing now?" She asked as she sat down opposite them.
"What's it look like?" Ron replied.
"It looks like you guys are taking my advice on kissing and making out."
"Spot on." Harry said.
"You guys are open…"
"Your point being?"
"Pfft. Your asking me…"
They continued to eat in silence. Hermione couldn't stand seeing the happy couples everywhere but she was hungry so she decided to eat with her eyes shut. No one seemed to notice how sad she was.