With nothing but composure on your mind, you open the doors, and slip into the gym like atmosphere. You have your head held high, and nothing is going to bother you today, other than Ron, and that slut Lavender. But other than that nothing could break your cool. So you walk into the locker room, and change into your training suit. A pair of cotton stretchy black pants, your favorite running shoes, which are old and worn in but still the most comfortable thing that you own to date, and a thick white tank top that shows off you wonderfully tan shoulders, and that sexy guardian angel that you go tattooed on your shoulder at the beginning of the summer, cause you were drunk and had nothing better to do than either drink or get a tattoo. You like it because it is not big, but still noticeable, and now you feel as though someone will always be watching over you, no matter what, even if it is just an ink spot on your skin.
You apply some minor lip gloss and makeup just to put out there that your not going to just be plain jane because your boyfriend went out and kissed another girl, no your going to make sure that you are noticed, you are going to make him hurt. You redo your hair from last night, even though the end results look the same as the pony tail that it had been only a minute ago, messy, and half decapitated. But oh, well, your only training, and its not like you really have any one to impress not since that slut practically stole your boyfriend out from underneath you. You never really liked her anyways, well, that's a lie and you know it. You liked her till, well till the sixth year, when she started to date ron, but you did get a kick of how frustrated she made him with her calling him 'won-won'. Priceless. Not that you were jealous or anything it is ron you are talking about. Your starting to make your self depressed, thinking about Ron and all, so you remind your self that he doesn't deserve you, that he deserves that attention-seeking boyfriend-stealing no good slut. You really have no need for her anymore, and then you smile at the thought that her and rons relation ship in the sixth year only lasted a couple of weeks. You always knew that Ron liked you more, even if he would never admit it, even under the imperious curse. You see in the background of the mirror a clock, that shows if you don't start moving your ass your going to be late for training, and when that happens, the trainers are never nice to you, and they even tend to be harder during your daily lesson.
With that in mind you give yourself a once over look, before heading out of the locker room and into the unknown. That's what you like to call it, because you never know what you will do during that day, only that it probably wont be fun, at all. You stroll down the hallway towards the gym area, when you feel a hand on your shoulder, and you pray that for the person who is standing behind you for their sakes they had best not be Brown or Weasley. Only it is weasley, but not the one that you are looking to kill, the younger one, along with one of your best friends Harry. They have that god damn look on their faces again like someone died.
You make a mental note to stop using that expression, cause when you do, it seems that someone has in fact died, and you feel like a complete ass. You find your self wishing that if someone did die that it was Lavender or Ron, but brush it away, because that is just cruel. You put a look on your face that says: What do you want I am in a hurry and you are clearly wasting my time with your bullshit. Ginny opens her mouth to start to talk, but before she can utter a single word, or even a single syllable, you start talking, not that you meant to, it just sort of happened.
"If you are trying to make excuses for your brothers clearly ignorant actions, I wish not to hear them, I have training that I have to attend to, and I am almost late for check in, so if it is something that is worth my while, then continue if not, I will talk to you guys later." You feel like slapping your hand over your mouth now, how stupid could you be to just jump down their throats like that? A voice starts going through your head, and it sounds familiarly like your mothers, and as much as you would wish that it would go away it simply will not. Loud and clear is the message, one that says 'you know what they say about assuming hermoine, when you assume it makes an ass out of u and me.' She thought that it was clever that it was ass-u-me. But I thought that it was unfunny, and frankly kind of lame.
"No I am not trying to make excuse for my thick headed brother. I will be the first one to admit that he is a stupid git, and that he should be shunned, but you should see him, he is a wreck. He needs you, and this front you are putting up may shield what you are feeling, or what you are denying to feel, but I see right through it. I have known you long enough to know when you are hurting. So stop, and please just talk to Ron. We all know that you two are made for each other. Right Harry?" She said. You warned her not to talk about her brainless brother to me, and yet here she was, doing it anyways. God you hated her stubborn attitude sometimes, and it reminded you of Ron, and we all know that you hate Ron. Then she turned to Harry.
A funny thing happened when she looked to Harry though. He was kind of looking around with wandering eyes, until it seemed that he had found a particularly interesting place to look, and that was his feet. He didn't say anything, the only thing he did was continue to look at his feet, and shift uncomfortably. It was clear that he didn't want to pick sides between Ginny and you. "Well Harry, are you going to say something?" Ginny was pressing him now.
You could see the weird shapes he was making with his face, debating with himself about how the hell he was going to answer this and not loose a friend. It was rather funny to see, but then the thought of the time that was being wasted dawned on my mind. You started to get antsy.
Harry looked up and looked between you and Ginny, then carefully calculating his words he finally spoke. "Well that's what we all thought, but Ginny, I can see why Hermoine has every reason to be pissed, I mean if I walked into a room to find you kissing Seamus like that, then I would probably be reacting the same as Hermoine, if not worse. So really I did believe it, but its not our lives, its theirs for them to figure out. We all are not going to do what others tell us too." Thank god, you think, someone here with at least half a brain who can see the situation in as clear a light as you do.
You rush forwards and give Harry a hug, and it clearly surprises him, but he is quick enough to return the embrace. You whisper a quick thank you in his ear, before pulling away and bombing down the hall way to the appointment you have with the trainers, which you are surely late for by now.
You open the doors to see Alex, your trainer with his hands crossed across his musclular toned chest, which you always secretly admire. "So glad you could make it Hermoine. Right on time, another minute and I would have had your ass." He says to you in a threatening tone. You can help but look at his strong features and the cleft in his chin, he deep blue eyes and dark brown hair, and think that you wish he would have your ass. You mumble a 'sorry' even though you don't really mean it, you just would rather stay on his good side.
You start your day off with some running on the suspended track, you can do a lap in 23 seconds, but today, your focus is just not in your running. It is watching a certain red headed jerk twenty feet below, and thinking that if you could shoot lasers out of your eyes only once, then this moment would definitely top the cake.
"Come on Hermoine, you need to focus, now you are going to do as many laps as it takes to get to the 23 seconds that we all know that you can do." Alex says a look of disappointment on his face. He slaps your bottom and you take position back at the starting line. You seriously consider screwing up again just to see if he spanks you again, but you put forth an effort anyways. Only this time you put all of your effort into running, and you fuel yourself to go farther and faster, using the anger and rage that is pumping through your body. This mixed with adrenaline is an indescribable high, you decide, and could be a dangerous combination.
You run like you have never run before and you make your lap count. You turn around to see if Alex is proud or disappointed again, and you see a look on his face that you clearly recognize, it is of pure shock.
"20 seconds! That's fantastic Hermoine!" He runs over to you and embraces you in a hug, and you decide to take full advantage of the fact that ron is staring at you right at that moment. You kiss him on the cheek.
"I couldn't have done it without you Alex! You're the best trainer I've ever had." You say this and then embrace him again, he seems to be enjoying himself, and so are you, at least the fact that he is incredibly hott, but the fact that you know that you are hurting Ron is dissettling, and uncomfortable. You pull out of the hug, and walk down the stairs to the next training station of the day.
You avoid Rons eyes, as they follow you into the weight room. Your just not in the mood to put up with his hurt eyes, and puppy dog pout. Sure you may have hurt him a couple of minutes ago, but no where near as much as he hurt you. You don't feel satisfied with knowing that he is probably hurting, in fact you feel even more lonely and empty than you did before.
You cant dwell on the things that could have been though, you need to move on, and move into that weight room, which is exactly what you are doing. All the while thinking that maybe if you become super muscular, you can break Ron in half like you would a twig.
