Ashley's eyes fluttered open, the sunlight pouring into the girls' dormitories assaulted her eyes immediately. Turning away from the sunlit window, she curled her hands closer to her chest, as if the security of her bed could keep her there. Blinking repeatedly and telling herself she needed to get up, she found that her body refused to move. With a heavy hand, she brushed her fingers against her lips. The taste of him lingered on her flesh. She knew it was wrong to tease, but she could hardly restrain herself. It was too easy. Watching his mind work on how to one up her was too sweet of a game to give up so readily.
One glance into his devilishly handsome face would make any girls knees buckle, but she was too prideful to admit it. His broad, tall frame, the way his platinum blond hair fell into his eyes as he looked down at her was irresistible. She knew she personally couldn't do it for much longer. His battered soul was harder to crack than she thought, although the demons he hid were obvious, not only from what she saw when she touched his hand, but in how he treated others as he passed the halls, sneering and making snarky comments to the other students.
If you fall, I won't pick you up, Ron's snide comment resonated in her head.
She shook off the thought as she pulled back the covers, walking with a heavy gait over to her trunk. She had awoken earlier than all the others, their dark figures still in their beds, and did her best to be quiet enough that they remained so.
Ashley dressed quickly, grabbing her robe and heading down to the Common Room.
She stopped abruptly when she saw Hermione sitting alone, her back to her in the dark. Ashley didn't become worried until she saw the white of a tissue and sniffling of the young girl sitting before her.
"Hermione?"
Hermione spun around, quickly putting the tissue away and piped, "Ashley! I didn't know you would be up so early!"
Ashley peered over to the clock on the mantel piece, "Well it's only a half hour before everyone else wakes up."
She slowly walked over to Hermione, taking a better look at her current state: her swollen, her face red and blotchy.
"What did he do this time?" Ashley sighed, groaning at another dreaded conversation with Draco.
"It's not him this time. Surprising, isn't it?" Hermione gave her a wet chuckle. "It's Ron."
Ashley winced, not knowing the severity of the situation had risen to this level. Guilt swept over her immediately: she had wrapped Hermione in her situation, but had never even bothered to know hers.
"It's just gotten bad." Hermione whined, "We fight all the time, about the stupidest things. We can't hold a conversation by ourselves without starting an argument. It's...killing me."
"Hermione." She cooed, sitting down across from her.
"It wouldn't be so bad, it's just we keep fighting all the time." She repeated, sniffling.
"That's only because there's tension between you two. I know he likes you-''
"I'm so hopeless as to think that he would feel the same way for me-''
"Hermione I know-''
"I'm so stupid, how could I-''
"Hermione!"
"What? Oh, sorry." She apologized.
"Listen to me," She said, grabbing her by the shoulders, "I'm positive. That's the reason for your bickering, I think you've liked each other for so long, neither of you can handle it anymore."
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Slytherin's angel
FanfictionIt had all come down to this. He had left the one thing that had made him happier than anything else...for this? But there was nothing he could do. He couldn't go back, knowing that this was his fate. He had left her. And now, there was no way to...
