Hermione:
Finally I must have fallen asleep, I woke up and checked the clock. It was time to get up. I put on the robe and went out to the lounge, it was completely empty in there. I took out my homework and started studying. One by one woke up and came inside. Ron sat in an armchair some distance away.
Ron:
I sat a bit away from Hermione. She's so cute I thought, I tried to stay focused on my homework but it wasn't going so well. She's probably almost done already. I couldn't stop looking at her, she was sitting there with her half-curly hair in a sloppy knot at the nape of her neck. She was so cute, stop looking, I was mad at her. Look away look away it echoed in my head. Okay, I was hurt because she defended Harry but it's unfair. It was right for him to fall! Suddenly Hermione looked up at me, I quickly looked away. If I could read minds, I would have read hers. I wonder what she thinks and thinks... Maybe she hated me or... I started to blush, then I looked away towards a wall so no one would see it.
Hermione:
I was sitting in the break room studying, then I got the feeling that someone was watching me. I looked up to see Ron looking at me, it was obvious he had been doing it for a while. He immediately looked away, I saw him start to blush and looked away towards a wall.
A little later:
It was Saturday so everyone was off, I didn't get to visit Harry because he apparently needed "rest", I needed him but they didn't care! I was very worried, my thoughts only went to him.
When I was alone, which was kind of all the time, I got a lot of comments that weren't so kind. "How UGLY can you be" "look at Granger, who wants to look like that" who do you think you are with all the books, you're nothing without them!" And Ron had said: "How could I be your friend?!" Which had been very painful to hear. I was ready to cry, don't cry don't cry don't cry.
On Sunday I was even more worried, I couldn't sleep so I sat on a sofa and looked into the fire that was there. I still felt vulnerable, if someone said the slightest mean thing I wouldn't be able to handle it. A single tear managed to start rolling down my cheek slowly, I let it run. Then I heard someone enter through the portrait hole, I quickly wiped away the tear and looked up. It was Harry, he looked just like usual.
Harry:
I told the fat lady the password and stepped in, I looked at the clock, it was five past ten. Then I saw Hermione sitting on a sofa in front of a fire. "What are you doing up this late?" Did I ask. she didn't answer but threw herself up and hugged me hard and long, I hugged back in surprise. Why did she hug me so tight? Have people said I was dead? "What is it Hermione?" Did I ask. We broke the hug and I saw a tear roll down her cheek. I took my hand and gently brushed it away. "What is it?" I asked again.
Hermione:
I didn't really know what happened but I jumped up and hugged Harry tightly. I was so happy but at the same time so sad, I didn't really know where to go. "What is it Hermione?" Harry asked, I couldn't answer, the words didn't come out. When the hug was broken I felt a tear roll down my cheek, Harry gently brushed it away. With tears in my eyes, I looked straight into his beautiful green eyes. "What is it?" Harry asked again, looking worried. I sat down on the sofa and tried to pretend it was nothing "Nothing, I'm just a bit tired". He must have seen through me because he said: "I see that there is something". "I'm okay" I said with a trembling voice. "Sure?" he looked at me with a piercing look, I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. I burst into tears with my face in my hands. Harry carefully sat down on the couch and put his hand on my shoulder, I looked up. He sat a little closer and hugged me gently, I leaned against him.
After a while when I had time to calm down a bit, Harry asked "What is it? I know you, you wouldn't be this upset over a little thing…" with a friendly tone, he was still holding me. I tried to answer. "Everyone… everyone has been… mean to me when you… were gone" I said between sobs. "What have they done?" He asked in the same friendly tone. "They said... that I was... ugly and Ron said: How... could I be your... friend" I burst into tears again, he held me a little tighter. "That's not true, you're the most beautiful I know," he whispered in my ear after a while. "Do you really mean that?" I looked up at him. "Of course... and Ron only said that because he knew it would hurt you" he ran his hand over my cheek. We looked into each other's eyes, we froze, it felt like we were going to kiss
Finally he said "it's late, we should go to bed. Are you feeling better?" He stood up and put his hand on my shoulder. I nodded in response but it wasn't right. With red-crying eyes, I went to bed. I started to think that we almost kissed, god how stiff. Hope he didn't notice anything, guys can be really stupid