So, how are you today?
Pretty well average, yourself?
Well, Hermione Granger it’s nice to meet you
It’s nice to meet you too.
OOC notes: It bits in italics are like her Dream/Memory
The sounds of the lonely night filled the air, wind whipped in and out of open windows, causing paper to fly everywhere. A young bushy haired brunette sat on her bed, her eyes focused on the piece of parchment before her. She hadn’t written anything, why hadn’t she written anything? Why was she procrastinating so much? God. Hermione, it’s just Charms. You know this stuff. She scolded herself. ‘Perhaps, it’s the wind’ she whispered, before stretching her arms and legs in a very cat like manor. It had been almost three months since she’d started back at Hogwarts, for her sixth and what might possibly be her final year of Hogwarts. In that time, a lot had happened. Firstly Draco Malfoy had been pinned as a newly formed, Death Eater. It had sent people into panic, worrying about what might happen from here. And by people, she’d meant Harry and Ron. Which leads her into her second point. Ronald Weasley, he’d finally gotten himself a girlfriend, whom which he snogs at every moment that he gets a chance to, and the sad part was. This girl, she wasn’t Hermione. Miss Lavender Brown, all prim and proper and lovely as she was, she’s pretty much the one person that Hermione hated more than anyone else. Even if they’d now broken up, She still hated him. She had, had Ron; she had the one thing that Hermione had always wanted. Well, ever since the end of third year. If she was going to be honest with herself, she didn’t understand why it was Ron that she cared for, and why it wasn’t Harry. After all, who wouldn’t fall for the boy-who-lived? Who wouldn’t want to be his Princess? Maybe it was because she knew Harry and she knew that he was love struck for Ginny, it’s pretty hard not to see that. Or maybe it was simply because, Ron made her feel special. His family were always so welcoming. And he never, ever, judged her for being different. Well, accept for when he hated on her in their first year. But let’s not get into that. A very small sigh, escaped her lips, she pushed the parchment away and lay down onto her bed, staring up at the celling. Her thoughts continued to drift to the boy with the red hair, blue eyes and adorable freckles.
After a while, Hermione must have fallen asleep. Because the next thing she heard was fits of giggles escaping the mouth from the one and only, Lavender Brown. The brunette opened her eyes a little, and sighed in relief as she saw the curtains around her bed, completely closed. Brilliant. She decided that perhaps her best option would be to pretend to sleep and not bother waking up and just let Lavender do whatever it was that she needed to, at least then Hermione wouldn’t have to pretend to be nice. ‘Oh Won-Won..I don’t think anyone’s in here. We should be completely safe’ Hermione’s brown eyes widened as Lavender spoke. No. No. They weren’t, they couldn’t be. He wouldn’t. ‘Oh..Ah..Okay’ Ron’s gruff voice spoke next, and it all became too much. The tears pooled in her eyes. Kicking the blanket’s off quickly, Hermione grabbed her wand, opened the curtain’s and ran out. Sobbing, rather hysterically. How could he do that, how could he just give himself to Lavender like that, wasn’t he meant to save himself for her and then they’d make love for the first time and everything will just become perfect. She stopped, turned and walked back to the door. She stood in front of it and opened it once more ‘I hope you two enjoy yourselves, and Ronald. Have fun’ Her eyes suddenly became dark, she felt lost, and broken. There was really, only one place for her to go now. And it was nowhere near him.
Hermione’s eyes snapped open, her hair drenched in sweat. It was just a dream, just a dream she muttered. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she sat up before walking over to the door and slipping out. Memories, that’s what it was, not a dream, memories. Sitting at the bottom of the stairs her eyes closed again and more memories filled her mind. Running down the stairs into the main area of the common room, Hermione raised her eyebrow at anyone who looked at her, which was of course, almost everyone. They must have heard my outburst . She shrugged her shoulders and just simply continued for the door, her head held high and complete confidence in the way she walked. No one was going to see her break down, well at least, no one else was going to. Hermione went over the situation in her head. Ron and Lavender bearing their souls for each other on a bed in her dorm room. She honestly didn’t think she could go back. She didn’t want to go back. Maybe she’ll be able to get away with sleeping in the Room of Requirement form now on, she didn’t think anyone would bother her there. At least then, maybe she’ll be able to focus on her studies.
Hermione shook her head and groaned. She needed to keep her mind open, not focus on the past. Ron and Lavender had broken up, and everything was going to work out between herself and Ron. Standing up slowly, Hermione walked out the portrait hole and along the corridor however before the Brunette had a chance to turn the corner, she was being pushed back, by another body. She couldn’t see their face, seeing as her nose was pressed straight into their shoulder. What the hell! Hermione thought as she gripped to their, surprisingly tone upper arm. Quidditch Player, obviously.