Chapter 7 : Chapter Six
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I heard the creaking of footsteps on the stairs but I ignored the sound. It was most likely just somebody coming up the stairs to go to the bathroom before going back down to the festivities and having fun. My eyes started itching from the tears irritating them and I took one hand off of my pillow to rub my palm in them to stop the feeling.
“Hermione what’s wrong?” came Ginny’s concerned voice as my friend made her way across the floor to come sit next to me on the bed.
“Nothing’s wrong,” I said, lowering my hand to grip the pillow again. “I am absolutely fine.”
“Don’t even give me that,” she said, sounding doubtful. “I know you better than that. I can tell that something is wrong. Now tell me what it is.”
“I don’t want to,” I said, thinking about her reaction if I told her that I liked and kissed Charlie. She would totally freak out. She would probably end up hexing me for breaking her brother’s heart only to start liking one of her other brothers.
“Come on Hermione, you know that you can tell me anything,” she said, placing her hand on my arm.
“I can’t,” I said, shrugging her hand off my arm.
“Why not?” she asked, giving me a sad look. “We’ve always told each other everything. What could possibly be so bad that you can’t tell me?”
“I just can’t tell you okay,” I said, burying my face into my pillow as I felt tears well up in my eyes once again.
Ginny didn’t say anything and I could hear her get up off the bed and walk across the floor. I didn’t know where she was going but it became obvious to me that she had gone to the door when I heard what she said next.
“Harry, we need you in here,” she said, her voice soft.
Double pairs of footsteps came across the floor toward me and I felt the bed sink down next to me as somebody sat down next to me. I felt arms wrap around me and I could just tell that it was Harry. I threw the pillow to my side against the wall and buried my face into his shoulder, scooting over to bring my body closer to his lean form. In his arms I completely broke down, the tears running down my face and soaking his shirt through. He rubbed my back as though to calm me and though I did appreciate the effort I couldn’t stop my tears. I cried in his arms for a while, my body shaking with quiet sobs.
“Hermione, what happened that got you like this?” Harry asked once my crying had slowed and I wasn’t in such hysterics.
“It’s him Harry,” I said, not thinking for a minute about whether what I was saying would make sense to him.
“Who?” Harry asked patiently.
“Charlie,” I said, the tears flowing again. “I have liked him ever since that day that I came and he had that duel with Bill.”
“Charlie?” Ginny asked, sounded startled. “Charlie as in my brother Charlie? Charlie as in working with dragons in Romania Charlie? Charlie as in sitting downstairs at this very moment Charlie?”
I looked at her from Harry’s arms and silently nodded. I couldn’t say anything to her. There was nothing that I could say to her. It was killing me to look at her face and see the pain and confusion that was written there. I knew that this was a test of our friendship. All I could do was wait to see what Ginny would do. After a few minutes of very uncomfortable silence Ginny threw her hands down from where she had been massaging her temples.
“Are you sure about this one?” she asked, looking completely serious. “I will have to hex you if you break another one of my brothers’ heart.”
“I am absolutely sure,” I said, thinking about how I hadn’t been able to get him off my mind ever since the day of the duel and the feelings that had gone running through me when we had kissed underneath the mistletoe.
“Tell me all about it,” Ginny said, sitting down on the other side of me and taking my hand in hers.
So I did tell her, all about the feelings that were running through my heart and mind.
“…and now I don’t know if he likes me back or not,” I finished. “He said that we were friends but was he saying that we were friends because he thought that’s what I wanted to hear or because that’s how me really feels?”
“Unfortunately, neither of us can tell you that,” Harry said, looking at me.
“All we can tell you is that if you feel like it is right then you should go for it,” Ginny said. “You might get shot down but that is a risk for everything. But I know my brother Hermione, if he doesn’t like you in that way he will let you know and won’t lead you on or embarrass you in front of the rest of the family.”
“I guess you are right Ginny,” I said, nodding. “So you think I should tell him?”
“Most definitely,” Ginny said.
“If you don’t tell him then you will never know if he likes you back. You just have to take the chance.”
“I will,” I said, smiling. “I will tell him. I will tell him tomorrow. I am sure that everybody will be so busy with the Christmas festivities that they won’t notice if I take him aside into private for a few moments.”
“You are going to have to tell us what he says,” Ginny said.
“Yeah,” Harry agreed. “All we want is for you to find the happiness and love that you deserve.”
“Thanks guys,” I said. “I really appreciate the advice and the support.”
“We probably ought to be getting back downstairs, the family is going to start missing us,” Harry said, bringing his arms down to his sides.
“You’re right,” Ginny said, letting go of my hand and getting up off the bed.
“Thanks again for coming up and helping me,” I said as Harry stood up. “If you hadn’t I would still be a blubbering mess right now.”
“It’s no problem Hermione,” Harry said as he slowly walked with Ginny toward the door out of the room. “We were worried about you. We are just glad that you are going to be all right.”
I nodded and it wasn’t until Harry and Ginny were almost out of the room before a question hit me that I just had to ask.
“Guys, how did you two get past the mistletoe at the bottom of the stairs?” I asked, thinking about how my feet had gotten stuck when I had come underneath it.
They both looked at me before looking each other and turning their heads away, blushing.
“Oh,” I said, realizing and feeling very dumb. “You two just go back to the fun, I am just going to change and get to bed.”
They nodded and left the room, closing the door behind them. I got up and quickly changed into the pajamas that I had stowed in the bag I had brought the presents in. Smiling I got into the bed after turning off the lights. I brought the covers up to my chin thinking that finally, things looked like they were going to be all right.
A/N- I am sorry that it took so long to post this chapter. I have had it finished for quiet a while but my computer was not working so this is the first chance I have had to post it. My computer is now fixed so I should be able to get the next chapter up soon (I already have the next chapter written) Please leave a review! Thanks for reading!
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