The month of January was very dull, as was the first week or so of February. Valentine's Day was filled with excitement, sorrow, depression, and love, as well as some jealousy. Hermione received a silver bracelet from Tom. He was in his little room all day. Hermione was stuck in the common room listening to the girls who had been rejected, as well as the girls who were overjoyed at the fact that the person they liked liked them in return. Hermione thought that it was not fair that Tom got to leave, and she had to sit there most of the day.
"I need some lunch," Hermione said to some of the girls who were talking to her. They agreed and followed her to the Great Hall, which was not what she had intended to happen. Hermione began eating then one of the girls commented on the bracelet resting on Hermione wrist.
"Where did you get that Hermione? It's beautiful!"
"Tom gave it to me," Hermione said. All the girls exchanged glances without Hermione knowing; Hermione was to busy eating to care.
"So, are you two going to get together, then?" another girl asked.
"Um. . . I don't know."
"You should!"
"No, I don't think so. . . I will never really get to see him again . . . if I do, it won't be under the best circumstances."
"Huh?"
"I'd rather not talk about it," Hermione said. The rest of the meal was spent in silence. The moment Hermione finished, though she went up to her room to think. She wondered when she would go back to the future. Maybe she was supposed to have some sort of relationship with Tom while she was their? What if she was supposed to, but didn't? Millions of thoughts and questions ran through her head. She eventually got a headache and decided to go to sleep.
The next morning she woke when someone knocked on her door and entered.