No One Else (Sequel to Only You)

Solemn Swear

This picture^^^ explains me when I teacher calls on me when I'm talking😂😂sorry the last chappie was horrible and this book is a pile of bs but I like writing it and I must continue it for you lovely people. Sorry, again, this chapter is short and incredibly stupid.

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It was probably a little later than one in the morning, but ever since Hermione talked to Harry a few hours ago, she could barely even close her eyes.

She just kept them wide open, staring at the blank ceiling that mocked her in many ways. Occasionally she would flick her eyes to the window over in the corner that would creek every time the wind blew.

Hermione turned to her side and laid her head on her wrist. She felt the necklace that was draped around her neck that her mother gave to her a day before Hermione had to erase their memories.

Her eyes swelled up thinking of her parents, who probably don't even remember who they are now, or who Hermione is.

"They are better off not knowing who I am. I'm a tornado. One day, in going to get bigger and destroy anything in my path." She whispers to herself. The first cold tear falls on her pillow, and it soaks into the fabric. She turns back over onto her back and stares at the sky again, about the start the cycle over again. Staring, blaming, crying.

There is a small knock on the bedroom door. Hermione twists, urging to ignore it but is almost fighting herself to get up. When she doesn't get to the door in a fair amount of time, there is another light knock. Hermione groans slightly and whips her feet over the bed stand, and stretches. She slowly walks towards the door and coils her fingers around the doorknob. She turns it and swings it open. Her expression is tired, but it turns to more of an anger when she sees the flash of red hair and freckles.

"What do you want, Ron?" Hermione snaps, prepared to slam the door.

"Can I talk to you?" He says shortly.

"Actually, no you can't." Hermione rolls her eyes and turns back to walk into the bedroom but Ron catches her hand.

"Let go of me!" Hermione shrieks, trying to yank Ron off of her.

"Shush!" Ron says, "it's only one in the morning,"

"Why yes it is, so may I ask, why are you trying to seduce me again?"

"I'm not trying-"

"Why would you do that to me? You know I have feelings for Harry, and you know I love him! You shagged me, and I didn't even know it! I mean, now my friendship with Harry is going downhill, and it's because of you! If you want me to like you, at least as a friend again, then stop trying to get me to like you!"

Ron remains silent for a few minutes, embracing what Hermione just told him.

"Are you done?" Ron finally says, his face turning red.

"I think so," Hermione concludes, crossing her arms.

Ron laughs and throws his head down.

"But don't think I forgive you. Because I don't." Hermione brings her voice down to a whisper, realizing she started yelling again. Ron made her so angry sometimes.

"I'm sorry Mione,"

"Don't call me that. Ever." Hermione growls, irritated at the fact that Ron thinks it's okay to call her just whatever. Harry is the only one who can call Hermione, Mione.

"Sorry, geesh. Anyway, I just wanted to say that I truly am sorry. I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable..I just wanted you to love me."

Hermione tightens her crossed arms and clenches her jaw. "Well I don't. How could I ever love you, Ron?"

Hurt spreads across his face, and he nods. "Yeah, sorry. I get it. I was stupid to think you would like me."

Hermione widens her eyes, realizing what she just said to him. But no matter how much her body tells her to apologize she can't. After what he did to her, she can't.

After he notices that she's not going to reply, he huffs and turns, walking away from her.

Hermione stares at the place that Ron was standing in seconds ago for a long time, before disappearing behind the door and locking it, finally hoping to get some sleep. But she couldn't get sleep. She could only see, whenever she closed her eyes, one, the boy who she loves, who has dark ruffs of hair and circle glasses, that hide the most beautiful emerald eyes. He has a fascinating sense of humor, but the amount of bravery of a warrior. Then of course, she sees the boy who she "should" love, the hair the color of ginger, who usually knows what to say to make Hermione smile. To make her laugh.

This is her choice. The choice that will be ever so difficult to make.

What Hermione didn't understand, was that she must choose between what is right, and what was easy. She also didn't know, that Harry was in the room next door, thinking he exact same thing, about Hermione and Ginny.

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Much later that morning, when everyone was finally up, even Ron at this point, the birds were chirping loudly, and everyone was in majority a good mood. It was the big wedding today. The wedding that everyone was going to attend. Hermione was personally excited because her good friend Luna was coming, who she hasn't seen in a little while now. Hermione went through her drawers and picked out her dress, it was as red as blood, and very short for Hermione, and very fitting to her body.

She felt the dress with her pointer finger and brought it to her body, examining it closely.

"Beautiful," said a voice from outside the door.

Hermione turned around and see Ginny, who was the last person Hermione would expect to talk to her, because of Harry.

"Ginny, thank you."

Ginny walks closer to Hermione and feels the dress.

"Gosh, Harry's gonna love that on you."

Hermione remains silent, as Ginny feels her hair and then turns on her heels.

"Your going to look one hundred percent perfect tonight. I'll make sure of it."

Ginny hasn't spoken one word to Hermione since Harry broke up with her. Now she wants to befriend her again? Something was going on. Something that Hermione was going to find out.