A/N: Chapter Two of my newest story. I know Harry would never treat Hermione this way, I hate it too. But Harry was the only charector that fits the way i wanted it too. If that makes sense -.-". Anyways Read c:
Chapter Two: Forgiveness, Then Betrayal
It had been a quiet few days. Hermione was sitting in transfiguration listening to Proffessor McGonaggal explain about the transformations of amagi. During one of the Proffesor's trasformations, a paper phoenix came crashing to a halt in front of Hermione's face and unfolded itslef, landing softly on the deck in front of her.
Dearest Hermione,
I'm really sorry for the other night.
Meet me under the tree behind
Honeyduke's at 11:30
tommorow for a surprise.
I love you.
Harry.
Hemione was hurt by what happened that night, but those words made her heart ache. He really was sorry this time. The rest of that day passed in a blur, Hermione went to bed earlier than usual, hoping that it could be the weekend already.
It was 10:30, Hermione had been awake for hours, but now, it was time to prepare for the unknown. Hermione felt herself walk to Hogsmeade Village, except, she didn't really take much of the journey in. She didn't know what to expect, but being her self she came to the worst imaginable conclusion; Breaking up with the boy she loved.
Under the leafless tree, was a basket which sat on the not so original, red checkered blanket. Hermione laughed to herslef when she saw what Harry had done.
"Oh, my. You have gone all out this time" She giggled as she sat down on the blanket.
"It's all worth it. Especially for the girl I love" He replied.
Harry and Hermione ate their picnic lunch and joked around untill Harry anounced he had to go.
"I'm really sorry Hermione, But I have quidditch practice soon I've gotta run. Love you, bye".
Before Hermione could answer he left, leaving hermione wondering what to do. She retreated to Tomes and Scrolls.
After completing her Defence against the Dark Arts homework. Hermione looked up to see Ron at the window, indecating her to go to him.
"Hey Hermione, I was just wondering if you know where Harry is? I can't find him anywhere" He said as hermione walked out the doors of the book shop.
"Oh. Harry is at quidditch practice, Why aren't you there?"
"Quidditch practice? Today? There isn't any today" Ron replied, scratching his head with confusion.