Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling. I have not created any of these characters. This is a fictional story and is in no way connected to any ideas that J.K Rowling may have made.
Author's Note: Thank you all for the reviews. I have just started working on Chapter 6. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 5
"Hermione, where were you at lunch?" Ava asked me, as she walked over to me through the crowd.
"I had some homework I had to do. How was lunch?" I asked. I knew that was what she wanted to hear.
"Well.."she began. "I sat with Harry and Ron. I thought maybe you would come. I know how you love to sit with them. Anyways, Harry seemed to be really upset about something. He wouldn't tell me what it was, but when I asked about you, he started talking really fast about everything that has happened with you in the past couple months."
"What did he say?" I asked. Ava was a good friend of mine, but I didn't trust her as much as I trusted Harry and Ron. Ava was nice and everything, but she was also very popular, and had her way of spreading rumors to other students.
"He said that you haven't been yourself. He said you never ate breakfast anymore, you started skipping lunch a while back, and now you hardly come to supper. He seemed very worried about you. Which I have to say, he should be. Hermione you are loosing too much weight," she said.
I looked away. Why does everyone say that I've lost too much weight? I thought. I'm fat. Can't they see that? I had no clue why everyone said that I had lost too much weight. Here I was thinking I weighed too much but everyone kept bringing me down, saying that I was too skinny. It must be that their all jealous, I said to myself. I couldn't stand it, even Ava was on my back all the time now.
"Harry has nothing to worry about." I replied. "And niether do you." She looked at me for a second and then the teacher was there and we all entered the classroom
I tried not to think about it again. Why should I? I mean, I had nothing to worry about, right? I wasn't doing anything wrong. I went through class thinking about everything that Ava had said and the way that Harry had acted around me for the past few weeks. I couldn't help but wish I could be the girl I once was when I came to Hogwarts that first year. But that would never be and no matter what I could not change it.
"Hermione Granger?" a boy asked. He looked to be a year seven and seemed agitated and angry that he had to go to different classrooms to get students.
"Y...Yes." I said, stuttering. I had never been asked out of the room before like this. I was always the good girl. The one who never had to have a talk with Professor Dumbledor.
I picked up my stuff and followed the boy through the halls of the school. He didn't say anything to me at all. When we arrived at the office he knocked on the door and left.