Little Earthquakes

Little Earthquakes

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It was Ginny who sent me the owl telling me about you. Ginny and I talk about you quite a bit really. It started out when she first came to Hogwarts. She wanted to know all about you. I knew she had a crush on you, and she knew that I was one of your best friends. Obviously she couldn't talk to Ron about you. Over the years, she and I continued to talk about you. Maybe that's what made me discover that I had feelings for you too. Ginny's mentioned how great it would be if I would marry Ron, and she would marry you. Then we would all be a family. I didn't say anything. I couldn't bear to tell her that I had thought of marrying you as well. I concentrated on the fact that we both cared about you. So, when she sent me an owl saying that you were withdrawing from everyone, and that she was worried about you, I immediately made my way here. My parents were disappointed, but I didn't care about that. I just wanted to get back to you.

When I showed up at Grimmauld Place, Ginny told me what had happened that made you all disappear from school. You had a dream, and in that dream you saw Mr. Weasley get attacked by a snake. I was shocked at first, but then I realized that it must have something to do with all the other strange dreams you've been having. After it was confirmed that Mr. Weasley had been attacked you all got transported here, so you could be closer to St. Mungo's. Ginny's scared because you've been alienating yourself from everyone. Ron hadn't been able to get through to you, so Ginny sent for me. I wonder if she sent for me just because she knows that I'm your other best friend, or because she knows how I really feel about you. I don't have time to think about any of that now though; I've got to talk to you.

Yellow bird flying

Get shot in the wing

Good year for hunter

And Christmas parties

And I hate

And I hate

And I hate

And I hate

Elevator music

The way we fight

The way I'm left here silent

It doesn't surprise me that you were hiding out with Buckbeak. I know how proud you are that we managed to save him along with Sirius. Buckbeak couldn't ask you awkward questions either. You've become so used to being alone living with the Dursley's that you don't know how to accept help from people who really care about you. I had to stop myself when I came to the door. I wanted to throw it open and hold you in my arms. I wanted to tell you that everything was going to be ok, and that no one thought you had anything to do with the attack. I wanted to tell you that your friends just want to help you, and that I love you. I know that won't help you though. You have enough on your mind right now. So, instead, I just knock on the door and ask you to come on out so I can talk to you.

I think it was because you were so surprised to see me that you opened the door so quickly. I must admit that I had the momentary thought that you might have done it knowing it was me, but it was probably just the surprise. You asked why I wasn't still skiing, and I made something up about not caring that much about it. I've skied Aspen, the Swiss Alps, and Deer Valley. I love skiing. You don't know that though, so you bought it. Then I told you the lame excuse that I had told my parents. You weren't listening, so you bought that as well. I was trying to get you to ask me what the real reason I came for was, but you didn't. You were too busy being angry with yourself and everyone else to care.

Oh these little earthquakes

Here we go again

These little earthquakes

Doesn't take much to

Rip us into pieces

I finally got you out of Buckbeak's room and back into yours. Everyone was already there. I suggested we handled it this way. I explained to all of them what an intervention was. They had never heard of it, being wizards and all. I thought that an intervention was what was needed. We had to convince you that you had a problem, and that you needed help. I knew you would feel like we were all ganging up on you, but it had to be done. You just couldn't shut us all out. We were all in this together, united we stand. We all cared about you, and we all wanted to help you.

You started yelling again. I knew Ron would be intimidated, but I figured that if Ginny and I held strong, he would be able to back us up. We had to convince you that you weren't being misunderstood, that we weren't all afraid of you. Then you got angry, thinking that we had all been talking about you behind your back. We explained that we had no other choice, since you wouldn't talk to any of us. I think it was when Ginny reminded you that she had been possessed by Voldemort once that you started to calm down. I was glad, but also...jealous. I wanted to be the one to help you with this. I wanted to be the one that you took comfort from. I felt like some great opportunity had been taken away from me.

We danced in grave yards with vampires till dawn

We laughed in the faces of kings

Never afraid to burn

And I hate

And I hate

And I hate

And I hate

Disintegration

Watching us wither

Black winged roses that

Safely changed their color

Well, Merry Christmas. I know that the homework planner I got you is a lame present, but I had to give you the same thing I got Ron so it wouldn't look too suspicious. I wanted to give you a more personal gift, but I know that Ron would get upset, not to mention Ginny. The presents from the both of you I thought were prefect examples of how I know you feel about me. Ron gave me perfume. It smells like a troll's foot, but I know he tried. He thinks of my physical self. I've seen him watching me when he doesn't think I know. You got me a book. You see me as my mental self; "Book smart Hermione." It's tearing me up inside to think that's the way you really feel. Ron sees me as a girl, but you only see me as Hermione.

Now we're all in the car, heading to St. Mungo's. I'm glad I came for the holidays. If I was skiing I'd just be worrying about you and miserable. As it is, I'm with you, even if you don't realize how much I really wish I could be with you. Now that you're talking to Ron again, I have to share you. It just isn't fair. It seems that every year you and Ron have a falling out, I have you all to myself for a while, and then it's back to normal again. Sometime though, something's going to have to give, even if you aren't the one to start it. Ron's not going to dance around with his feelings for me forever; he's going to be asking me how I feel. I don't see how the three of us will be able to stay together after that. We both know how emotional Ron is, he's going to be very hurt. It's funny, we've fought so many things that have tried to separate us, but in the end, we may end up destroying ourselves.

I can's reach you

I can't reach you

Give me life

Give me pain

Give me myself again

Oh these little earthquakes

Doesn't take much to

Rip us into pieces