Frustration

Hermione was in a bad mood. She was frustrated with pretty much every aspect of her life. At work she had a page of runes that was indecipherable, her work on one of her spells was at a standstill, and she still couldn't figure out who V was. And since her visit with Ginny she felt like she was spending too much time by herself. So when she got home from work that day and stepped out of her shoes, turned to the living room and saw the notebook glowing she gave a low growl. Whenever the notebook was glowing there was an unread message from V waiting inside, but she was too aggravated to care. She stomped into her bedroom and tore off her clothes before stepping into the shower and trying to let the warm water relax her. The shower helped a bit, so she stepped out and wrapped a light blue towel around herself. She grabbed her hairbrush and pulled it through her hair; more times than was necessary, because she enjoyed the sensation of pulling the brush through unknotted hair she further relaxed as she stood in front of her mirror. Finally she stepped into her bedroom and put on a pair of white and pink plaid pajamas with a loose fitting green t-shirt.

Having taken the edge off of her day she went into the kitchen and magically set some food to cooking, and then poured herself a glass of wine. Waiting for dinner to finish cooking she went into her living room and grabbed the glowing notebook. She took it with her back into the kitchen and had a seat at the kitchen table. She heaved a heavy sigh and flipped the notebook open.

Hermione are you there? I guess you must be at work. I have a question for you please write me back when you are able.

What is it?

Hmm, in a bad mood?

Huh? How did you pick up on that?

You usually aren't so brusque when you first start a conversation.

That's mighty observational of you. Now what do you want to ask me?

Oh, right, I wanted to ask you about me. I almost feel comfortable that you won't flip out when you see me, however before you do I kind of want to know who you think I am. So that if you are close, or guess who I am I won't feel so nervous.

Well if I had to guess…I would say that you are a former death eater, obviously pardoned so you must have done something right. And if that is not the case I would say that you are someone who lost a great deal in the war and have a hard time trusting people's intentions, otherwise you wouldn't have come up with this ruse to talk to me. Do I need to be more specific?

If possible, yes.

I really couldn't say. If you turn out to be a reformed death eater, and are somewhere around my age then my only guess would be Draco Malfoy. However, if you are just someone hurt in the war, then you could be absolutely anyone. Assuming that everything you've told me is true than I don't have a clue, however if you were tweaking things here and there, I do have one guess.

What do you imagine I might be tweaking?

What house you were in. I've been thinking and there is only one person I know who was so emotionally hurt from the war. And he was in Gryffindor.

Why would a Gryffindor want to hide his identity from you?

Because I dated one of his siblings? Hermione sat there with her lip caught in between her teeth. V was taking ages to reply, so she got up and fetched her dinner which had finished cooking minutes before. She sat and started picking at her meal, trying to keep her eyes off of the notebook, and failing. V finally answered about thirty minutes later. After Hermione had finished eating and had poured herself more wine. She took the notebook into the living room with her and sat down.

Your mind has always interested me. Those are two extremely remarkable guesses. I'm actually taken aback by them. I'd forgotten just how sharp you are.

So one of my guesses was right then?

Where would my air of mystery be if I answered you?

I really hate you, whoever you are. This whole enigmatic I can't tell you who I am bullshit is making me crazy. I'm fed up with nothing in my life making sense. Hermione slammed the book shut in frustration and scrambled to her feet. She took a couple of deep breaths and sat back down. The book was glowing, but Hermione wasn't sure she could handle what was written there. Eventually she calmed down enough to open the book.

I'm sorry Hermione. If I could tell you the truth, then I would, but, you'll just have to wait till we meet. Just try to be patient. Everything will be revealed in time. I just hope you can wait.

Give me one good reason why I should wait, why I should keep talking to you, when all you do is frustrate me?

If I had a good enough reason for you, I would tell you. But I don't. So abandon me and this if you want. I don't think I'll get over it anytime soon, but I don't want to mess your life up. Do what you like.

I don't know what to do. You confuse me. I'll talk to you later; I can't handle this right now.

Goodnight Hermione. I'm sorry. Hermione didn't bother responding and stood up quickly making her way to her bedroom and flopping down on the bed.

AN: So this chapter is on the short side, but I'll make up for it next time. I don't think this story will be that long. I'm not sure how how I would feel in Hermione's place, but I think I would start getting pretty upset. Please let me know what you think and review! This story is a little on the different side and I'd love some feedback! I would like to thank my two reviewers so far! Thanks for reading!