Chapter 6
Apart
Hermione lied on her bed. The only reason she got up for the last couple of days was to go to class and eat. She hadn't visited the library; she didn't feel the need. She avoided Ron and Harry. Dahlia hasn't bee around either. She and Ron are probably kissing somewhere. Hermione buried her head in her pillow. The door behind her opened. I wonder who that might be, she thought sarcastically. She grabbed her wand off of the table.
"Hermione? Hermione, dear, I wanted to talk about-" Hermione threw curses wildly at Dahlia. Hermione's depression turned to anger. Dahlia was hiding behind the door. "Calm down Hermione. I just wanted to talk-"
"Get out!" Hermione began throwing her textbooks at Dahlia instead.
"It's my room too, you know."
"I don't care! It was my boyfriend!" Hermione sat down on her bed. She began hyperventilating. Dahlia cautiously peeked around the corner. Hermione continued to stare at her. "Get. Out."
Dahlia sighed. "I guess I'll try again later then." She walked across the room and grabbed a plastic waterbottle off of her desk. Hermione slammed herself face first into her pillow. "Bye Hermione. I'll see you later." She took a drink of her bottle and left.
Harry and Ron sat in their room. There was an awkward silence hanging in the air. Harry sighed. "Ron..."
"I know Harry." Ron sat in the armchair with his head against the wall behind him. Harry sat opposite him with his library book on mysterious potion ingredients. He went back to reading. Ron didn't move.
"I'm going to have to side with Hermione on this one."
"HARRY! I KNOW!" Ron sighed. "I just don't know what to do right now." Ron thought. He and Hermione had been best friends for almost ten years. They had never had anything come between them this bad. Well, nothing that wasn't caused by exhastion, lack of food, and not to metion horcruxes.
"Just go talk to her," Harry told him. "It's the least you can do."
"You're right."
"I'm always right." Harry smiled.
Ron smiled back. He needed to relax a little before he saw Hermione. Harry shooed him away. Ron stood up and grabbed his backpack. "I've got to go find her. I'll see you later."
Ron closed the door behind him. He nearly bumped into Hermione. "Oh, Ron."
"I was coming to find you, actually. Listen, about the other night-"
"Ron. I don't want to talk about it here. This isn't Harry's problem and I don't want him to be dragged into this. Meet me in the library in about... 20 minutes. Ok?" She backed away as she spoke. She turned around and Ron watched her walk away. He watched her flounce away, her heels clacking down the hallway.
Twenty-five minutes later, Ron finds Hermione in the library. She sat in her chair with perfect posture. I guess she learned a few things from Dahlia, Ron thought. He tried to get a glimpse of the book that she was reading. Hermione noticed him. "There you are." She tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Ok," she sighed. "I don't know how to say this. Where do you see us going?"
Ron blinked. "Huh?"
Hermione looked at him again. " I mean, we're so different. I'm smart and organized. You, you're just... you're just...Ron. I don't know if this is what fate has in store for us anymore. You know what I mean? You feel different about Dahlia than you do about me. Sure, she's prettier, a better dancer, more charming, and she likes you back. I know it. I think it's over for us."
Ron didn't know what to say. In a way Hermione was right, he did feel different about Dahlia than her, but what did she mean by fate? They had been through so much together. If fate was real, would it pull them apart after pushing them together? "So... th- this is it?"
Hermione looked at him. "I believe so. I have to go now. I'll see you around. I hope we can still be friends?"
Ron watched her walk away again. "Yeah. Friends."
Hermione walked into the girls bathroom. She looked at her watch. It had been fifty-five minutes since she had left her room. She had five minutes to spare.