ello! So, Reviews? Please? I mean, I have updated so much dudes and dudetts! Please? Pretty please? With scary black cherries on top?
"Yeah, probably, considering we just keep adding things." We had finally reached the portrait and told the password to Sir Cado-what's his name.
We walked up the stairs to our dorm room, where we found Lee.
Time for some more brewing.
RPOV
"...Rita?" Hermione asked, walking up slowly behind her once friend. Rita sighed and closed her book. She was sitting at one of the round tables farthest away from the rest of the people in her common room.
"Yes, Hermione?" She said sharply. Hermione sighed and slipped into the chair next to her. Rita turned and looked at her expectantly.
"I... Rita, I miss you, okay?" She said.
"Hermione..." She said, not in the mood for this-again.
"No, let me finish! I said I was sorry, alright? I apologized, now you are supposed to except it!"
"I did! I told you before, Hermione, that I accepted your apology. But if you don't want to believe me when I say things, or at least just let me delusional! That's what friends are supposed to do!" I argued, stacking my books with more force than needed. I picked them all up and turned.
"Rita! You aren't being fare!" She yelled after me. The twins saw me and jumped up, running over and blocking my path.
"Hey, Black! We finally figured out-!"
"Not now." I said, pushing through them and on up the stairs walking into the girl's dorms.
GPOV
We turned towards Granger.
"What's got her knickers in a twist?" I asked her. Fred gave me a weird, stern look.
"What?"
"She's mad at me." Granger said, looking down at her hands and picking at her nails.
"Why? I thought you guys were best friends or something?" Fred asked from beside me.
"We were. But I was stupid, and wouldn't believe her about something even more stupid... and now..." I looked at Fred.
"I think she misses you, too, Granger. Don't be so crestfallen." I said, sitting down next to her and putting my hand on her shoulder. She sniffed and looked back up at me.
"Thanks George." She said, offering a small, watery smile.
"No problem, anything for Ronald's friends." I said, smirking, and standing up.
FPOV
We sat down across from Rita at dinner.
"Hullo." She said, turning a page in her book.
"What's wrong with you and Hermione?" George asked. I whacked his arm. Smooth, brother. Smooth...
She slammed her book shut, "What do you mean?"
"Well, your both quite stressed looking, and she was crying after you left earlier." I said slowly, treading rough water.
She narrowed her eyes, "Did she tell you guys to talk to me?"
"No, no! Of course not!" I said hurriedly.
"We are just worried about our friend, you see..."
"That friend being you..."
"And we want to make sure that you aren't upset about not being friends with Granger." George and I said, trading off every other sentence.
Silence.
"Goodnight." She said, grabbing her bag and leaving the table in a calm rush. How does someone rush out with such calm... grace?
"Oh, look. She dropped something..." George said. He reached over and grabbed something.
Romeo And Juliet.
"Why's she got that?" George asked. I shrugged.
"Maybe she just likes it."
"I don't think so... She doesn't seem the type to like a book like this. She told me she hates poetry and plays." George said, standing up.
"Let's ask her."
HPOV
I sighed and opened the door to my dorm, walking in. Over at her trunk, Rita was sorting through everything, her stuff everywhere.
"Where is it? Where is it?!" She murmured hurriedly to herself.
"Rita? What are you looking for?" I asked, closing the door behind me. She shrieked and fell over.
"Hermione!" She yelled.
"...Yes?"
"I-I didn't hear you come in!" She said, picking herself back up from the ground and dusting off the seat of her pants.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. What are you looking for?" I asked, happy she was kind of talking to me.
"Umm... Nothing, nothing." She said, starting to through her stuff back in the trunk.
"Oh. Well, are you staying here for Christmas?" I asked her, hoping she wasn't going to snap at me again. She shook her head.
"Oh. Ok. Goodnight, Rita." I said, my shoulders sagging and my eyes drooping.
FPOV
"Oi, Black! I found your book!" I yelled as I saw her walking into the Great Hall that next morning. She stopped and gasped so loudly I could hear her from where i was standing, which was quite a distance away. She turned on her heel and ran towards me.
She took the book from me, checked it to make sure it was hers, before enveloping me in a very tight hug.
"THANK YOU!" She yelled, but it was kind of muffled by my vest. I laughed.
"No problem, you little twerp. Why is that book so important to you, anyways? George said you don't like plays, or poetry." She pulled away and looked at her shoes.
"It's Hermione's favorite." She mumbled quietly. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.
"Why don't you just except that she made a mistake, and be friends with her again? It's obviously hurting you both." I said. Blimey Fred. Since when are you the know-it-all?
"Sure." She said, walking away and entering the Great Hall. I shook my head at the craziness of kids these days.
RPOV
"...Hermione?" I asked softly. She chocked and turned around.
"Yes?"
"Well, uh- I'm sorry for being a git." I said. She smiled.
"It's okay, we're even now." She replied.
"Will... Can we we be friends again?" I asked. She nodded. I sighed in relief.
"Good. I've been loosing my mind! I even read Romeo And Juliet like five times!" I said, sitting down next to her and filling a plate with breakfast foods.
She laughed, "I saw that you made friends with the Weasley twins?" She said, smirking slightly at me. I shrugged.
"I suppose."
"I think they feel like your another little sister, kind of like they have a feeling of protection over you or something." I looked over to where the twins were leaned in, whispering about prank plans, no doubt.
"Yeah."