Chapter 4:The Meeting

"A note for who?" asked Hermione, her mind furiously running wild, wondering if it could have possibly been Harry that that left that note for her. But, it was a love note...Harry leaving her a love note? Not possible.

"Oh...it's a bit embarrassing. I...can't say," said Harry.

"Tell me. It's not like I'll tell someone!" She couldn't believe Harry didn't trust her enough to tell her who he left a note for.

"Well...Ginny," he admitted.Hermione was surprised. Obviously, so was Ron.

"You were leaving a note for my sister!?" he exclaimed. "Why!?"

"We're communicating...secretly. It's-"

"You two are having an affair, aren't you?! Eww!" Ron was blabbering out of control.

"No...Ron, it's not like that. She's not sure if she made the right choice with Jon, and she said she needed my help. She said she trusts me." Harry explained. "We just didn't want anyone to know in case...well in case someone thought exactly what you thought!"

Hermione sighed. No one trusts me, she thought. And Harry would never help me out. She turned around toward her room. She just wanted to go back to bed.

"Hermione?" She heard Ron behind her. "Aren't you going down to breakfast?" He paused. "Are you okay?"

"Oh...umm...well..." she realized she was mumbling. "I was just going up to get something first...but then I'll be down." Liar, she thought to herself.

Harry had already walked over to the portrait, and was climbing through. "C'mon, Ron."

"Yeah. Okay. I'll be right there," he said. Harry climbed out and was down the hall in seconds.

"Aren't you going, Ron? You don't have to wait for me."

"I wasn't waiting. (Figures, thought Hermione.) I just wanted you to know that we need to talk. Okay?"

Now she definately wasn't going down to breakfast. "Okay, I'll see you in a few minutes," she lied again. Lies just slipped out so naturally now. She barely knew she was telling one, until she had almost already finished the lie. Then, of course that lie would turn into another lie, and she was just a big liar now. The funny thing was, no one really noticed. She guessed it was because no one really cared. As she thought about this, tears almost came streaming down her face, but she stopped them. She couldn't let Ron see her cry. He had already seen her cry on the train. She believed the only reason he seemed to care then was because it was the only time he'd ever seen her cry. Ron seeing her cry was the worst thing that could possibly happen. She could lie to him, yell at him, blame him, whatever, but crying in front of him...that was just pathetic.

"Well I'll see you," Ron said. He left. Then came the tears.

If they came back to check on her (which she doubted would happen), and ask why she didn't go down to breakfast, she could just say she was tired or she felt sick.

She went to her room and sat on her bed. She was thinking of what could make her feel better, and she remembered the note. That would make her feel better. But when she looked on her pillow, it wasn't there. Did I take it down to the common room with me? She asked herself. Yes,she remembered. She had taken it down there. She must have set it on the couch or the table.

When she went down to the common room, she saw the note on the couch. She sat down, and opened it, so it could make her feel better. But when she started reading it, she gasped. It wasn't the same note. It said To Hermione just like the other one. And on the inside, it said...

Hermione,

I need you to meet me. I need to talk to you. I can't tell you who I am, because, then I am positive you will not meet me. You never want to talk to me. When you see me, don't be scared. Don't scream. You can bring your wand, but please, do not use it on me. I will be disguised.

Tonight. Eleven o'clock p.m. Vacant classroom on fourth floor by the portrait of the white horse.

Of course it wasn't signed. She thought about it. Sure. She would go tonight. After all, she was very curious. Who needed to talk to her? If it wasn't a joke...this would be interesting.

She got up and looked around. She saw her first note lying on the ground. She picked it up and made sure it was the note she thought it was, and she was right.

She sat back on the couch, and leaned back, wondering who would take time to write her letters, or meet her, or do anything that had to do with her at all...

"Hermione!" She woke up, but her eyes didn't open. She had fallen asleep? For how long? "Hermione!" And who was screaming her name? "Hey! Hermione!" She finally opened her eyes to find Ron standing over her.

"What the-"

"Hermione, I thought something was wrong. You wouldn't wake up. Youv'e been up here for an hour." Well, that answered her questions.

"Sorry," she said.

"Don't be sorry. I was just worried." Worried? She smiled. "I love when you smile," he said. All of a sudden, Hermione started to cry. Her emotions burst and she couldn't keep it in any longer.

Ron automatically pulled her into a tight hug. "I knew you were sad," he said. "Talking about it helps, you know. And I'll always be here for you, even when you think no one else cares."

"I love you, Ron."

"I love you too, Hermione."

Hermione watched, as Ron pulled her closer and closer until they were centimeters apart. She knew they were finally about to kiss. She had had dreams about this.

Dreams? Wait...

That's when she woke up for real. Of course it was a dream. She would never cry in front of Ron, and Ron would never kiss her or say he loved her.

She sat up. She was still on the couch. No one else was in there, and the two notes were still right next to her. She looked at her watch. Almost lunch time. Already? So where were the others? How come they never came back?

She was hungry, so she put her notes back in her room and went down to the Great Hall. When she looked at the big clock that was in the Great Hall, she realized there was still fifteen minutes left until lunch time, and Harry and Ron probably wouldn't be there until five minutes after it started, knowing them.

Hermione went down the back hallway, instead of going into the Great Hall. She decided she would go to the bathroom. She had to go, and by the time she got back, sat down, and got her lunch ready, Harry and Ron would probably be there. She hoped Ron would forget about talking to her. After all, she couldn't avoid him forever. Ginny would probably be there late, because she said she'd be spending a lot of time with Jon.

As Hermione walked down the hallway, she couldn't help but feeling anxious, about later that night. She was so deep in thought that she bumped into someone.

She fell onto the ground. So did whoever she had bumped into. She realized who it was, and being in a bad mood already, decided not to waste her breath by being mean.

"Malfoy," she said. "Umm, I'm sorry. That was my fault." What she immediately realized, though, was that he had been wiping his face. Crying?

He got up, obviously embarrassed.

"Granger. I didn't see you." His voice sounded strange and was shaking. She almost felt sorry for him, but then he cleared his throat, shook his head and added, "'Cause if I was a mirror, I would've broken. Watch where you're going." He smirked, and walked away. She heard a sigh. That was weird, she thought.

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She was sitting at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, eating, when she saw Harry and Ron come in.

"Hermione!" Ron shouted excitedly. He seemed to have forgotten their prior talk...for now at least. Many people stared at him when he shouted. He realized this, and immediately mumbled, "Sorry." Then he and Harry sat down and Ron started talking again. "Where were you at breakfast? Get this! Malfoy gets this letter, and he looked...well, sad. Then he got up, walked out, and...well, he didn't come back."

"Look around," said Harry. "He's not here." Sure enough, he wasn't.

Hermione decided not to tell them about the incident she had with Malfoy in the hall earlier. It wasn't a secret. They just didn't need to know.

"Oh," said Hermione, "wish I could have been there." Then she added, "Where have you guys been?"

"At Hagrid's. We waited for you, but you never came, so we left," Harry said.

"Sorry...I fell asleep," she said, thinking, well at least I didn't need to lie.

"Well let's eat," said Ron. "I'm starved already."

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10:45.Hermione was already at the meeting spot. She waited. She sat down, then stood back up, realizing that sitting was uncomfortable. She looked at her watch about every two minutes, and kept reading her last note, just in case she had gotten the time wrong. She hadn't.

10:56. Hermione looked up and down the hall. Maybe this was a joke, she thought.

10:58. She crossed her arms and bit her lip nervously.

10:59:50. She sighed. No one's coming. All of a sudden, she heard footsteps. They were coming from behing her. She felt relief and fear at the same time. She turned around.

She couldn't tell who it was. Whoever it was had a cloak on, and it was covering his face. Shit. Who is it?

"Who are you?"

"Hello," he said, seemingly ignoring her question. "Thanks for meeting me."

"Well, if you're not gunna tell me who you are…then tell me what you want."

"I didn't mean to be rude. I'm afraid to tell you, because if I do, you will not talk to me. You do know me, but that's why I had to use a voice changing charm. By the way, it's not what I want. It's wht I need."

Hermione was confused. "What do you need?"

"Someone to listen. I know you need to talk too. You need someone to listen to you. I've noticed how sad you've been, even if no one else has."

"Are you in my year?"

"Yes, but I can't tell you anymore. After we talk more, I'll reveal myself…but you have to be able to trust me first."

"So what makes you think I won't trust you now?"

"Well let's just say, I'm someone you know, but you only think you know me."

"Oh," she said as her mind ran wild, wondering who this could be.

"That is, if you're willing to meet me, however so often?"

"I don't see how it could hurt, but just to clarify…you just want to talk, right? I mean, you're not gunna…hurt me? Or embarrass me, right?"

"I wouldn't dream of it."

"Okay. Yeah. This could be good for me…talking. Not knowing who I'm talking to, so it's not embarrassing…yeah…" she was mostly thinking out loud, and her voice trailed off, but then she said, "Yes. Okay, I'll meet you."

"Good. But let's not talk anymore tonight. I'll send you notes, requesting days and times for future meetings, and if you don't show…then I guess it means you don't want to see me anymore," he laughed a little. "Oh, and by the way, don't tell anyone about this."

"Okay," she said, and before she could say or ask anything else, he walked away.

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