Chapter 3


Is there any other word that could describe how I feel?

Oh wait I have one.

Gobsmacked.

-Meaning; to be astounded or shocked.

I was definetly..gobsmacked.

I threw the letter down on the table and thought about how I seriously need to talk to somebody about all of this. Then I had an idea. I snapped my fingers together and apparated. The flat had a peaceful feeling to it, yet depressing. I sighed and walked into the next room, where chocolate frog wrappers were laying everywhere. I saw a flash of auburn red hair and remembered Ron. My heart ached once again.

I shook my head and walked over to the couch. There he was. My closest friend as of now. He was sleeping. I could tell he didn't get a lot of sleep and he had tear stains on his face. I sat down next to him on the couch. I really needed to talk to him, but I was afraid he would get angry if I would wake him. I sighed and shook him lightly. He groaned.

"Whatisit?" He said slurring his words together and squinting his eyes from the sunlight coming through from the window.

I flicked my wand and the shades closed.

"Hey it's me, Hermione." I said brushing his hair away from his face.

His eyes opened and looked at me. He smiled.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" He asked.

"I'm hoping you're not mad for me waking you up, but I really needed to talk to you about something. I got a letter." I said.

"Hey I'm always happy to help you 'Mione and don't worry, I really needed to wake up anyways." He said. "So what's this letter about and who from?"

"Oh well there's this guy who wants to meet me tonight at Hog's Head." I said.

I thought I could see a flicker of jealousy in his eyes.

"Oh really?" He said sternly. "Who is he?"

I blushed and said, "Draco Malfoy."

He sighed and nodded. "Alright, so are you going to meet him or not?"

"I'm not sure, that's why I came here to ask you if I should or not. Oh and by the way, have you been crying?" I asked shrugging.

He sighed once again and nodded. I frowned.

"Me too. It's about the...the war..am I right?" I asked stuttering.

He nodded and sat up. "I just keep seeing all the bad things happening. I mean I wonder what would happen if we still kept in contact with everybody. If that would help us. You still haven't even found your parents 'Mione." He said.

I shook my head. "Actually, I haven't told you yet. I went looking for them last year, when I told you that I was just going on vacation. Apparently they had gotten killed..by black smoke. That's what the muggles told me." She said.

He looked at me with shock. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.

I shook my head. "I didn't want you too know so soon." I said.

He shook his head and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me. "You can let me know anything 'Mione. You should know that you can trust me after all these years." He said.

I nodded my head, hugging him closer to me, sobbing a bit.

"You help me so much." I said.

I kissed him on the cheek and he blushed.

"Thank you George." I said.

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