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Chapter 12: Broken

Hermione walked back to the Great Hall. Ron was still eating so she just sat beside him. Ron looked at Hermione, "Where did you go?" he asked, mouth full.

"I um…left something…I just went back to get it."

Ron screwed his face as if he didn't believe her ,but dropped the subject. "Anyway, I have something for you, but I left it in my room so if we could just drop by and pick it up."

"Sure! Well, at least until you finish eating." She answered with a laugh.

After Ron finished they made their way back to their room. Ron went inside his room and took out a brown paper bag from his luggage.

"I bought it when I went out. I hope you like it." He said handing her the brown bag.

Hermione pulled it out and saw a maroon hard bound diary with a gold lock. "Ron, this must have cost you a fortune!" she exclaimed tracing the lock.

"It did, but it was worth it." Ron took the diary aside and looked deeply into Hermione's eyes. "You know how long I waited for a moment to tell you how much I love you over and over again." He tucked a strand of her hair. "And now I have that chance." He continued smiling happily.

Hermione was once again speechless, Wow! Ron's so romantic! Falling in love with him might not be that hard anymore.

Ron looked into her eyes intensely, emotions overcoming him. "I love you, Hermione. I love you." Then he leaned over to give her a kiss. Hermione stood there looking back into his eyes. She closed her eyes when she saw him lean ,but then she felt the Aimeryl burn once again. She jumped back and grabbed it. Ron stood aghast.

"Why?" he asked.

"I..uh…I have…to go. I…forgot to return a book to the library." She lied. Feeling the pain shooting from her palm. The Aimeryl was too effective it was searing her hand. Fuck Malfoy! He sucks! He's destroying my life when he's not even here. Damn! "Sorry, Ron. I just have to go. I'll see you later." Ron wasn't able to answer since Hermione was already out the door.

Aargh! I hate that piece of shit! I cannot believe him! What the hell does he need now?! Hermione stormed into Draco's room. "Okay, Malfoy. What is it and this better be good." She asked arms folded.

Draco stared at Hermione, "What?"

"Don't what me! This damn thing just burned my hand!" she exclaimed, showing her burnt palm.

"I didn't call you, Granger." He answered solemnly.

"Then why the heck did this thing light up?!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm busy so just leave." He answered, looking back to his plan.

Hermione was so pissed she slammed her hands on top of what he was reading. "Malfoy, I'm tired so don't play games with me." She stated staring straight at him.

"Granger, I'm busy so stop wasting my time." He brushed her hands away.

I swear that little ferret is just out to get me! This damn thing must be broken! "I swear if you make me come back here without a real reason I'm gonna snap your head off!"

"Try." He answered cockily.

Hermione left and went back to Ron.

Draco was confused himself, it already happened twice. Hermione received a call from the Aimeryl yet he wasn't calling her. Maybe Granger's trying to catch my attention. That bitch! Draco dismissed the idea and went back to work.

Hermione slammed the door into her room, That arse is so agitating! Hermione noticed the diary on her table and picked it up. "Well, you're going to be filled with my neurotic thoughts, great!" she sighed. She took the Aimeryl and placed it over the diary. Well, he can't call me if I don't have it on can he. I wonder where Ron is? She stood up and looked outside. "Ron?" she called.

No one answered.

She walked to the desk and found a letter for her.

Hermione,

I'm at the quidditch pitch. If you're not so busy drop by. We need to talk.

Love,

Ron

She folded the letter and took her coat then made her way to the quidditch pitch. She found Ron on one of the bleachers resting his head on his arms and staring at the snow falling. She walked up to him and sat beside him.

"Beautiful isn't it?" she asked.

"Yeah." He answered half-heartedly, not even looking at her.

"You said we need to talk?"

"Yeah." He turned his head to look at her, "Do you really want this?" he asked.

"Want what?"

"This. You don't seem committed in us."

"I am. I'm just…"

"Just what? Busy? You've already gone twice when we were talking. I don't know what's with you Hermione and I can't just keep on pretending it's okay."

Hermione felt guilty," Look. It's not like I'm doing this intentionally. I just have some things to finish."

"Whatever! Just talk to me when you're not so busy." Ron walked away, regretting even coming back.

"Ron…I…" she tried to stop him but he just kept on walking. Oh great! Aaarrrgghhh!

Hermione walked into her room when she noticed a shade of orange. What? Oh my God! She ran over to her night table, her diary was on fire. "Dammit! The Aimeryl!" she ran to the bathroom and soaked a towel then rushed back to put out the flames. "Shit!" the cover of the diary was singed, I'm going to kill Malfoy. Hermione ran to Draco's room, "Malfoy, get your lame ass out of here!"

Draco peeked and raised a brow to Hermione, "What is it this time?"

"You idiot!" she screamed, "You burned my notebook! Your stupid necklace almost burned my room down!"

"Oh please stop exaggerating. It can't burn because I haven't called you."

"Oh yeah? Then why is my diary scorched?" she tossed the diary on the desk.

"Diary?" he asked, grinning mischievously.

"Ah! Shut up!" Hermione grabbed the necklace and threw it on the table, "I'm not gonna be your slave anymore." Then she stormed off.

Hermione locked herself in her room for the rest of the day not even going out for lunch or dinner. It was about 8 pm when she felt a sudden rush of urgency. As if she needed to be somewhere ,but she had no idea where. What is it? Did I forget something? Hmm….book? Diary? Diary! I left the diary at Malfoy's! She got up from her bed and changed into a shirt and pants then made her way to his room.

When she got there Draco was slumped over his desk, eyes open. "Malfoy, are you awake?" she asked poking him.

Malfoy grunted but didn't wake.

"Malfoy? Never mind. I'm taking my diary." She looked at his desk and saw her diary under Malfoy's head. He was using it as a pillow. Great! She tried pull it under him when he suddenly sat up straight.

"Shit!" Hermione squealed.

"Granger?!" Draco exclaimed.

"Malfoy, I just came here to take my diary."

Draco looked at her, "Here!" he handed the diary. "Get out of here Granger!"

"Don't worry I don't like going here." She scoffed.

Draco stood up and walked in front of her, "Leave!" he demanded.

"Fine." Hermione was about to leave when she felt something stop her and made her look back. She stared in horror as she saw Draco faint, bang his head on the edge of the desk then crash into a glass sculpture of a dragon with it's claws out. She was going to leave him there until she saw a pool of blood forming around his limp body.