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Chapter 2- Why me!
"Good morning, sleepy!" a female voice exclaimed as a red haired boy appeared at the steps that led to the kitchen, his eyes swallowed and his pale face still showing sheet marks.
"Hum", was the only thing the boy managed to say. As he stepped inside the kitchen, laughs erupted from the place where two girls were sitting. Looking disgruntled, Ron Weasley snapped: "What's going on?"
But no responses come, since both girls kept laughing like crazy and pointing at him. And then Ron understood: due to the fact that he was barely awake, he had dressed a pink shirt that belonged to Ginny.
Blushing, the blue eyed boy ran out of the kitchen and slammed against someone who was coming in. The person had barely screamed 'ouch!', and he was already gone. A second later, Fleur Delacour walked inside with a furious expression on her face. "Zhat Ron is crazy! And rrude as well, he didn't even apologized!" she commented in an annoyed voice.
"Pity!" Ginny whispered mockingly, and Hermione giggled. The two girls then rose and without giving a second glance at the French girl, they walked away of the kitchen. They headed towards the red haired girl's room, where a ginger cat was lying over the bed.
Hermione walked towards the bed and picked him up gently. Opening his eyes lazily, Crookshanks didn't complain when the brunette placed him over her lap and started cuddling him.
"So Hermione, do you have a boyfriend?" Ginny asked, taking a seat in an armchair near the window. She had been dying to pop this question, because ever since Krum the other girl had never shown interest by another boy.
"A boyfriend? What do I need a boyfriend for? There are much more interesting things in life than having a boyfriend. For instance- "the brown eyed girl started, but Ginny shook her head with laughter.
"Hermione, drop that speech, alright? You may not have a boyfriend, but I'm pretty sure you fancy someone", the red haired girl stated, her green eyes watching Hermione's expression for a change.
"I don't- why do you- where did you take that idea from?" the brunette mumbled, dropping her gaze to the floor. She started twitching her hands nervously, and Crookshanks leapt to the floor in search of someone to cuddle him.
"For starters, you are always sighing and staring dreamily into the air, you keep a diary under your pillow with a sign that reads: 'Keep out, or you'll be cursed!' not to mention the lithe hearts I saw you drawing yesterday on a pink paper!" Ginny hastily replied, smiling maliciously.
"What? How could you-", Hermione trailed off due to the embarrassment she was feeling. The girl rose from the bed and walked apprehensively from side to side; she couldn't possibly tell Ginny whom those hearts were about.
"So… who's the lucky guy?" Ginny questioned, but as Hermione opened her mouth to retort, a voice reached them through the open door: "… me! Why these kind of things always happen to me!"
Popping his red head inside the room, Ron Weasley spotted the two girls grinning. "Don't laugh, ok? Fleur almost got a good glimpse of me when I slammed against her in the hallway", the blue eyed boy stated in a grave voice.
A sound that resembled to a 'humph!' come from the corner where Hermione stood, her arms folded against her chest, a sudden expression of annoyance framing the brunette's face. "And what if she did? What's wrong with that? It's not like if she cares about you, for what I heard Fleur is going to marry your brother, Bill" Hermione snapped, a disdainful tone clear in her voice.
"What do you mean?" Ron asked confusedly, his eyes locked with the girl's brown ones. He raised an eyebrow, and crossed his arms just like Hermione had done.
"That somewhere is a better girl who deserves your attention, instead of this blonde girl, who's convinced she is perfect!" Hermione replied in a high pitched voice, her eyes gleaming with fury towards Ron. Then, leaving two dumbfounded teenagers behind, the brunette stormed out of the room, slamming the door hardly as she did so.
"What is wrong with her?" the red haired boy wondered, his eyes turning to his younger sister, who shook her head in reply.
'I think I know what is wrong with her… and if I'm not mistaken, brother, you know it too, deep inside…" Ginny thought to herself, staring at the closed door of her room.
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The sun was shinning shyly over a garden covered with beautiful flowers, but the grass was starting to grow wildly, almost like if no one had been taking care of it in the last times. True to be said, times were difficult now and people shouldn't be blamed for not worrying about their gardens.
In the middle of flowers and bushes, a girl with bushy brown hair was sitting in a small wooden bench; the tall bushes hide her from view, and the boy walking a dirt path only spotted her when he was almost reaching the place where the girl stood.
"There you are!" a red haired boy exclaimed as he took a seat beside the brunette. "I was wondering what had happened to you."
"I just thought about getting some fresh hair", the girl answered, refusing to look at the boy.
"Oh! That's why you ran from Ginny's room? Because of an urgent need to get fresh hair?" Ron inquired, glancing sideways at the brunette.
"No, I-"Hermione tried to explain, but no words reached her lips. The girl was fighting a battle deep inside; between the desire of saying what she had been keeping for such a long time, and between her will to keep that secret only to her.
"Hermione…" Ron muttered, entwining his fingers nervously. His blue eyes were locked with the girl's, and as he saw her getting up, he tried to spoke; however, his throat seemed unable to do it, and only grunts erupted from his mouth.
Hermione didn't look back as she walked the way that led to 'The Burrow', and her hair danced with the soft breeze that had started to blow. If she had glanced back, she would have noticed a pair of blue eyes watching her every move.