Hi guys!
Sorry, but this is a bit of a short one, and completely dedicated to Hermione!
It just seemed right if this one would be for the brightest witch of Hogwarts :)!
Please review, it keeps me writing, and I love reading them!
Enjoy!
Chapter Seven
Hermione
As Hermione walked out of the doors of the Great Hall she thought about what she was actually doing. Why was she walking away from her best friends who she loved and trusted? Was it just because Ron was looking at Delilah with big cow eyes? The fact that he liked Delilah and not her?
No, Hermione had already accepted the fact that Ron didn't like her that way, Hermione thought. It was that Hermione just didn't trust Delilah. She thought about what made her dislike the girl so much, and after she concluded that it wasn't about Ron, she had finally found the reason of her dislike.
Hermione had the feeling that Delilah was hiding something, something big.
Hermione realised that she wasn't walking anymore and found herself standing in front of a door. It was beautiful, as far as doors go.
It was shaped round, and the wood had a reddish colour. Hermione didn't know what kind of a surprise lay behind the door, but something made her open it.
She put her hand on the doorknob, and a pleasant warm feeling spread from her fingertips to her toes. Hermione turned, opened and found herself flabbergasted by the sight.
It was a big red room full with pillows and comfortable chairs. There was a warm and pleasant fire burning in the fireplace.
'Where am I?' Hermione said to herself aloud.
She walked round a bit and discovered bookcase filled with books. As she read the backs of the books, she noticed they weren't books full with spells or anything like the schoolbooks she read.
These were novels.
Romantic novels.
Hermione had never read novels, all she read were schoolbooks full with spells, potions and history.
Though she didn't know any of the novels by looking at them, she did recognise one of the novels sitting on the bookshelf she was reading right now.
'Pride and Prejudice' Hermione whispered as she took the book off the shelf.
She heard a lot about it, her mother, nieces, aunts and even her neighbour talked about it. It's supposed to be a very romantic love story.
It was written by a muggle, about 300 years ago. Jane Austen was her name. Hermione didn't know a lot about her, but she was brilliant, at least that's what everyone said.
Hermione sat down in the nearest chair and started reading.
She forgot all about Delilah, and the thoughts that were cluttering her mind before she had walked threw the door into this magical room.
After 20 minutes Hermione was in love with the book, the writer and the characters. She loved Elizabeth Bennet and Jane Bennet. She didn't like Mr. Darcy, and Mr. Bingley was sweet.
Hermione put down the book and sighed. She couldn't stop reading this amazing book.
For some reason she pictured the tall and handsome Mr. Darcy with the face of Draco.
Hermione looked on her watch and couldn't believe the time.
She had been reading for twenty minutes! Hermione got up and took the book with her; she walked out of the doors and looked back. She had to remember the place, because she definitely wanted to come back.
After that, she ran around for a few minutes before finding the stairs.
When she finally arrived outside the castle the others were already waiting.
'Where were you, Hermione?' Ron asked impatiently. 'We've been waiting for ten minutes already! We thought you might have dumped us, without saying!'
Hermione shook her head as she tried to catch her breath. 'No, no, I just lost track of time.' She answered still a little breathless.
They were looking at her with a confused look again. Hermione never lost track of time, she was always on time.
Hermione looked to the sky and concluded that it would rain soon.
'We'd better get going, I think it's going to rain soon, and if it does, I'd rather be inside the Three Broomsticks.'
She started walking and the others followed, still slightly confused.
As she walked Hermione noticed she still had Pride and Prejudice in her hands. She didn't have the time to bring it to her room.
'What you got there, Hermione?' Ginny asked. Hermione hesitated. Should she tell Ginny about the book? Why shouldn't she, Ginny was one of her best friends, and the only girlfriend she had. If Hermione would tell the boys about the book, they would just stare at her again.
'It's a book.' Hermione told Ginny. Ginny laughed.
'Yes, I can see that! But what kind of a book, even you wouldn't take a schoolbook with you when you get the chance to get away from school.'
Hermione felt the blood rush to her cheeks. She actually took a schoolbook with her the first time they went to Hogsmeade, just in case Ron was boring.
'No! Of course not!' Hermione lied. 'This is the most romantic story ever told.'
Ginny looked at the book with a great interest now. 'Well, it's supposed to be.' Hermione continued. 'It's written by a muggle writer, Jane Austen, about 300 years ago.' Hermione took another look at the book. It wasn't read a lot, but it had been read.
'After you read it, can I?' Ginny asked.
'I'm in desperate need of a little romance.' Ginny said aloud while she turned her head and looked at Harry.
Harry turned red and started talking to Ron and Delilah again.
Ginny turned her head to Hermione again. They looked each other in the eyes and both burst out in a hysterical laughter. Harry, Ron & Delilah looked at them.
'What is it?' Delilah asked.
'Nothing, it's nothing.' Ginny chuckled. Hermione looked at her again, and they both started laughing again.
'This isn't funny girls! What is it! Honestly! It isn't nice to keep secrets!' Ron said, irritated by Hermione and Ginny not telling.
'It really is nothing! We haven't got a clue why we're laughing!' Hermione said while she dried her tears from laughing. She tried not to look at Ginny again, because if she did they would start laughing again.
They finally arrived at Hogsmeade and Hermione turned around. 'I don't know where you have to go, but I need some new quills.' Hermione said.
'I want to go to Zonko's and to Honeydukes.' Ron said and Harry nodded. 'You've got to come Delilah! It's amazing!' Delilah smiled. 'Yes! I would love to!' she said.
Harry looked at Hermione with a significant look, but Hermione turned her head.
Harry cleared his throat. 'Well, if we all get together at the Three Broomsticks after we're finished, we can drink something there and head back to school.' Harry said.
Everyone mumbled approving.
'See you guys later!' Delilah said as she walked away with Harry and Ron.
'You don't want to go with them Ginny?' Hermione asked surprised.
Ginny shook her head. 'No, I've been there a million times; I don't want to go there with Delilah. I have this strange feeling about her.' She said.
'And besides, it's much more fun with you!'
Hermione smiled at her friend. 'Thank you.'
They walked in silence for a little while. Hermione thought of something Ginny just said.
'You have that too? A strange feeling about Delilah?' Hermione asked her.
Ginny nodded. 'Yeah, I don't know what it is. I just don't feel she tells the truth about herself.'
Hermione was silent for a little while again. 'There's something she haven't told us. She's hiding something, and I just know it's something big.'
Ginny suddenly looked up.
'I suddenly remember something!' she said, enthusiastically.
'That day, when you…' Ginny started. 'Uhm, when Delilah had to go to the hospital wing, because of the pain in her head, she said something about having a brother or sister!'
'How do you know?' Hermione asked.
'Well,' Ginny said 'I asked if she had any brothers or sisters, and she said ''yes, D…'''
Hermione looked at Ginny.
'She said?' Hermione asked.
'Delilah actually said, ''yes, D…'' After that she sort of realised what she was about to say, and she said me not to tell anyone, and that she would explain.' Ginny said.
'Oh.' Hermione said. 'I wonder what she wanted to say. And what she's hiding.'
The two girls had reached Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop and entered. Still thinking about what Delilah could possibly be trying to hide.