Hermione Granger

This past month and a half has been an absolute torture and an absolute dream at the same time.

Yes I will become a mother, and that excites me more than I could ever express but simultaneously the craving, annoyances, and mood swings are exhausting me. The alternations of my moods especially, have been nerve racking for Ron and me as well. He has been a dear of course, forbearing it as one can possibly expect him too but it does not change the fact that I’m getting tired of crying one moment and being absolutely content the next.

( Read more... )

Color-coded-results spells were always the ones I felt less inclined to learn. However since they are useful in many aspects of a witch’s life, I learnt them and did so properly. This particular spell however…

Oh, sweet Merlin!

( It's Red! )

I cannot believe that this is actually happening to me.

Ron Weasley and I have been quarreling for the past 12 years. I have been in love with Ron for the past 8 years, and evidently he has been in love with me for roughly the same time. I haven’t even begun fathoming it, but that is not what is bothering me…or should I say us?

( Interruptions )

Today I called Harry and canceled lunch, in case he was wondering –which I doubt- that I could still make it. He, as well as everyone else, knows that Ron is getting out of the hospital today.

It has been a most peculiar stay to say the least. While he was unable to speak properly, for some days now he can speak quite normally, though slowly. His throat and vocal cords may not have been cooperating, but I certainly seemed to understand what he said, sometimes of course with the help of a quill and parchment.

( Released )

My eyelids flutter several times, as my pupils slowly adjust to the bright, violent light in the room.

Where am I?

The question echoes in my mind, until all the memories from last night flood my brain…

I left the hospital feeling numb. After waiting for everyone to go to their homes and after several nods in answer to questions I didn’t even pay attention too, I left as well. I considered asking to see him…his body for the last time, but after several minutes of debating with myself, I decided against it. I didn’t have the strength. I still don’t…

( Waking Up Inside )

It’s been three weeks…No! It’s been nearly a month since that day in Ron’s apartment. Until a few days ago; I had to admit that my rarely clouded judgment had been indeed that: Clouded.

The night I almost ‘crashed’ Padma and Parvati’s birthday party made me think of many aspects of the argument I had with Ron, if one can call it that. I read a letter, his letter and I never asked him to explain. Granted, asking for excuses has never been the strong point in mine and Ron’s relationship, but in hindsight I understand that I should have. The gap…the silence between us these weeks has been unbearable. ( Read more... )

True, I kept to myself all day on Valentine’s. I even ignored Hannah when she tried to talk to me. I muttered a few words and closed the door almost to her face. I feel deeply embarrassed for my behavior now, but I couldn't help how I was feeling.

( Ginny!!! )

Midnight…

Typically Valentine’s Day, and most definitely a typical way for me to spend it. He has been silent for two weeks now. Not a single word of apology, or contradiction, and here I am, sitting in mine and Hannah’s flat doing absolutely nothing. Well, mostly nothing… the WWN is playing an old song. Fitting actually that both Muggle and Magical worlds would know a song such as Greensleeves.

( Velentine's...not for me... )

Harry!

I woke up on Thursday feeling as if electricity had passed through my body.

Later in the day, as I was finishing an engaging part of my research when all of a sudden I got that too familiar feeling in my lower stomach, the one I always get when Harry or Ron are going through something that greatly alters their lives. It has been like this since they became my best friends. Whenever we were on battles, whenever we went through all the hardships life threw at us, I always felt both of them; Ron and Harry, whether anxious or in pain. I can say it is some sort of sixth sense, but I've never looked it up. I might consider doing so sometime soon actually…there must be a book…

( Together....? )

My time at the Burrow has been indeed a homey, happy break. I could dedicate how many hours I needed to my research and even help Mrs. Weasley sometimes around the house with chores I truly enjoyed. The Burrow has given me so many happy memories I was more than glad to exploreevery corner of the house once more.

But there is one thing I have missed during my time there: Privacy. Yes, Mrs. Weasley is like a mother to me and has been most generous and kind, but as ‘one of her children’ I felt the need to live on my own. Of course, she did nothing wrong, but I certainly have missed the freedom of being able to scream in frustration when Ron –or anyone for that matter- angered me.

( Moving In with Hannah )

I am waiting for Ginny out of Gringotts to go look for flower arrangements for the wedding. While I am not the most feminine type there is, I can’t help but feel a little excited about our outing. I see her descending the front steps of the building quickly, as she’s coming to greet me, ”Are you ready to dive into the world of flowers?”

She seems to be happy about something, and I think that if I was marrying the man I love, I would be happy as well. Two of my best friends are very lucky indeed in just having each other. Now if only I would be as lucky…with the remaining best friend. "Yes, though I hope you won't pick anything too frilly,” I reply to her question, “ My, aren't you in a good mood?" I smile as well. Evidently happiness is contagious.

( Discussing Flowers...and more )

“Dear! Dinner is getting cold and we haven’t seen you much these couple of days. Won’t you come?” My mother’s voice floats up the stairs, through my bedroom. I decided that I would spend the Christmas holidays with them since I hadn’t seen them in months. Even though those were my intentions, I ended up spending my time pouring over the books Master Alexander gave me, and not having much time to spend with my mother or father.

Since I have arrived here my research enthralled me as much as ever. My theories are proving to be correct after all. ( Christmas in France, New Year's at the Burrow )

I have been in the Burrow for a few days now, and all I can say is that I finally feel like I am home. I spoke to my parents today. I Apparated to a spot out of Ottery St.Catchpole and used a payphone to call them in the house they now live in Northern France. They have retired there since I asked them to just before the Final Battle. The danger then was too high to risk and after a lot of persuasion they did move there. At first they said t was temporary but they must have found new friends there for they decided to stay there after I told them about my studies at the Institute.

( Dinner for Four )

This morning was so different than yesterday. The bruises have gone from my body, except from my face. My left cheek is still a bit blue. With my recovery though, things came back to me. While I may not be a romantic creature, I would have liked dwelling on the sweet stupor yesterday brought. The events after the attack were painful, ever etched on my memory, but they were sweet as well.

( Together and Apart )

I feel cold…very cold. I bury myself in the covers, but wince in the process. I try opening my eyes and when I do, instead of bright yellowish sunrays, I am met with soft grayish light. The ceiling is not the one I am used to seeing early in the morning… And it all comes back to me. The attack, Harry, Ron…John! I try to sit up but my sides protest.

( Waking Up )

( Charlie )

Happy Birthday, Charlie.

The sun has set a long time ago, and I sit here realizing that I haven’t slept these past couple of days.

Since the morning after the supposed ‘attack’ when I woke up at noon and stepped out of my house, I can’t get the sight I was met with out of my mind.

( The Nightmare Continues )

The research I have started due to Master Alexander’s small ‘urge’ to do so, has led me to some intriguing theories.

(  Thoughts and a Nightmare )

In general I am not a person that sulks. In my 22 years of existence I remember very few moments that I have sulked or brooded. Yes, I have been sad more times than I can count, depressed as well. As for being miserable, I had a few moments of those as well.

Sulkiness does not often visit me though, and sitting here this early in the morning –much earlier than even I am used to- I believe that I can detect the symptoms of sulkiness taking over me.

Yesterday was horrible. ( Read more... )

This week has been utterly boring. That is until the sun came up this morning. Arriving at the Institute I knew my day would be busy. What I knew not was that it would be exciting as well.

( A surprising read )