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Chapter 9:
Silent Confession
Hermione's P.O.V:
There are many things I loathe.
Being ignored.
The mistreating of House Elves.
Death Eaters
The word 'Mudblood'.
Unintelligent and immature nimrods like Lavender Brown.
The list goes on… But, the thing on the top of my list, if not the very top then top 5, is one little small thing…
Hangovers.
I hated hangovers.
As I sat in 'Three Magic Beans' Saturday morning I wanted to off myself right then and there. My heart beat in my head and I felt nauseous beyond belief. Luckily, Sam had a magical remedy that eased the pain, but not by much.
Not even magic could cease this nausea. This was something deeper… Something more intense that did not just have to do with the fact that I had drank way more Firewiskey than I should have.
This was a feeling of pure disgust with myself.
I could not be completely certain of what had happened the night before, but I all I could believe was that I had doe something wrong.
And that worried me.
My stomach was churning nervously as my mind went over the worst possible situations that could have occurred.
I had hoped that my drinking the night before would make me numb to my feelings for Harry.
I couldn't have been more God damn wrong…
The intoxication only made it worse.
It only made me want him even more, if that was at all possible in the first place.
I could have given something away…
No, I was certain I had given something away.
When I awoke in the morning, I was alone in my bed. The only thing left next to me was a note that read.
I am sorry I had to leave. There were things that I needed to do. Talk to you later.
-Harry
This wasn't really a promising note… It was actually a very hurtful note.
Had I done something to push him away?
It was driving me completely mental that I couldn't remember what it could have been.
I was an addict that lost my fix.
I was nothing…
All of a sudden, I was no longer alone. Slumping into the chair across from me was none other than a tired and apparently hungover version of my friend, Katie Bell. Glancing up at her, I gave her a weak smile. She returned the favor and then went to the counter to order Sam's special remedy. Coming back to the table, she removed a pair of sunglasses from her eyes and squinted from the light coming from the window.
"Why does everything have to be so damn bright when you have a bloody hangover?" she murmured picking up her cup and taking large gulp. "I don't know what I would do without this stuff. Sam is a life saver."
"He sure is." I mumbled, staring into my own cup with a frown on my face. A sigh slipped past my lips as I stirred the liquid with a spoon. Staring into it's depths I tried to find the answer to my problems. See something like my complete nut case of a Divination teacher from Hogwarts could have seen, but there was nothing…
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
"How are you feeling?" she asked, looking up at me quizzically.
She could tell something was wrong… Was I really that transparent?
"I'm fine. You?" I couldn't look at her.
I didn't want to give anything else away…
"I'll live." she sighed.
Looking back up at Katie, I inspected her. She looked pretty presentable for someone suffering the 'morning after'. Her outfit was cute. Pea Coat with a large scarf wrapped around her neck.
"Is it hot in here?" Katie questioned almost to herself as she removed the scarf, revealing her neck. Squinting, I leaned forward at the sight of a foreign mark on her skin.
"Katie… What is-?" I pointed my finger to her skin and pressed on a large circular purple spot near her throat.
"Ow! What the hell?" she thrust her hand neck and looked up at me in horror. "Dear Lord… I have a hickie."
I could barely control myself. It was nearly impossible to not laugh as I remembered the event instantly in my mind.
Neville Longbottom and Katie Bell.
Entwined in a tight grasp…
Going at it...
Hilarious.
So hilarious, I almost forgot about my own predicament.
Almost…
"Oh come on!" I was almost about to burst into laughter as I replied. "It could be worse… You could have slept with him." I laughed a little looking out the window.
A small awkward 'clearing of the throat' noise was heard from across the table. Slowly, I turned my head back towards Katie with wide eyes to see her looking down in her charmed coffee with red cheeks.
"You didn't…"
"Well-…" she had lowered her head so her long black waves hung into her face like a curtain.
"Katie Bell…" I lowered my voice leaning across the table. "You had… Sex with Neville Longbottom?"
"Ugh…" she buried her face in her hands.
"Oh my God." I let another laugh leave me again.
"I know."
"Oh my God!"
"Yeah…"
I didn't know what to think.
NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM??? HAVING SEX?
"Well…" I began, using all my strength to control myself. "Was it…? How was-?" I could barely form sentences.
"Well, honestly…?" she still did not look at me, but a smile was forming on her lips. "It was great."
I officially wanted to off myself.
Ron Weasley refused to speak to me.
I had upset Harry, the person I breathed for, by doing something I could not remember.
I had a terrible hangover.
And Neville Longbottom was better at making love than Ron.
Life isn't fair.
"Wow." I breathed out, starring at Katie's blushing cheeks in disbelief.
"Yeah…"
"Well, will you two be, well…" I tried to find the right words in my moment of self loathing. "Getting together anytime soon?"
"He asked me to go out with him this morning."
"And you said what exactly?"
"Yes."
"So, are you two… Dating? Or just going out for some after sex meeting?"
"Erm… well." Katie's bright smile was making me even more ill. "Dating."
I should be happy for her, but in reality, I was jealous.
Jealous that she was completely smitten with her boy toy.
There was something wrong with me, I was jealous of Neville Longbottom.
The fucking world was coming to an end.
"Wow…" The only word that managed to come from my lips.
"Yeah. I know. Took me by surprise as well." Katie laughed a little looking into her drink. "But I like him… I really do." she nodded to herself before meeting my eyes. "He's sweet. Caring. Gentle… Unlike most guys I have dated. He's a good guy, kinda like Ron."
I winced at the sound of his name.
Here we go with Ron again…
I could find no solace to my mental torture.
"Yeah… Ron." A clog was forming in my throat, having no idea how I had possibly betrayed him the night before.
"Oh, wow… Did I hit a nerve?" she widened her eyes, leaning closer to me. "What's going on? Has he still not spoken to you?"
I widened my own eyes and looked up to her.
"How did you know-?"
"Harry and Neville were talking about it last night… I over heard some of the conversation. Ron has been spending a lot of time with us. He heard you were coming last night with Harry and well-..."
"He made some excuse to not have to come, right?"
"Well-…" Katie looked away from me. There was something she wasn't telling me.
"What?" I demanded. "Katie, you can tell me."
What did she know that I didn't know?
She seemed reluctant, but took a deep breath and shook her head.
"I need to ask you something first."
"Yes, of course, anything…"
My stomach was flip-flopping in anticipation.
"Hermione. Is something going on between you and Harry?"
My heart stopped.
"W-what?"
"Just answer the question."
"No. Of course not-…" I shook my head, feeling the cardiac muscle begin to speed back up nervously. "Why would you ask that?"
"Let's just say, it's being spread around…"
"By who?"
"People who have seen, things…" she looked nervous. As if she didn't want to be the one who had to be the mole of this conspiracy theory.
I snorted softly, pretending to be indifferent. Pretending that I wasn't head over heels for him… But, it wasn't working.
Katie wasn't convinced and neither was I.
"That's ridiculous… Harry's just-… My best friend." I almost sneered at the word, but I refrained to keep up my façade.
"Yeah… I thought so. You two wouldn't do that to your best friends."
I wanted to throw up.
"Of course not…" I looked away from her. I was full of shame and self loathing.
Gazing back into her eyes, I thoughtthe words in my mind.
There's nothing going on, but I want it to more than anything.
Still starring at me, I knew she saw it.
My silent confession.
"You're in love with him, aren't you?"
Taking in the breath to respond, I knew she already knew.
I didn't have to say it, but I knew when I did, it would finally be, real…
"Yes." I said. "More than you could ever imagine."
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