Lust for Order

The doorbell rang as my father jumped off the sofa.

It was evening already?

My father opened the door,
“Molly!” my father smiled,
“Hello, Richard.” I heard Molly.

“Just to warn you before you all come in, our daughter still hasn’t gotten over what happened. She hasn’t said a word since she returned home, and she hasn’t taken her eyes off the fire all day. So… just be careful.” My father tried to whisper but nothing could escape my ears when I’m concentrating on one thing to listen to.

I heard footsteps walk in as Hermione knelt down in front of my red velvet armchair,
“Mei?” Hermione held my hand, I continued to look at the fire as Ron and Harry sat on the sofa. A quick tear escaped my eye as I looked at Hermione; she hugged me dearly as I returned the hug.

“I’m so sorry!” I cried Hermione held me dearly as she hushed me gently. My father closed the double doors to the living room as my heart poured out to my three best friends.

I sat on the floor with Hermione as she wrapped her arms around me, I was crying on her shoulder constantly.

“I thought I was over the biting stage… but it just came back…” I spoke,
“How did it though? There must have been something to spark it?” Hermione asked I nodded and sat up.

“That day before we broke up… when I went to get my bag from the Room of Requirement… I used the summoning charm to pull my bag across the room but I banged my head on the door and it was bleeding, but healed… I remember seeing my blood on my hands… I resisted… I did… but…” I cried once more, this time Harry went to give me a hug but I turned to Hermione quickly.

I didn’t want anything to do with Harry at the moment. Ron sat down by Hermione and rubbed my shoulder, I looked at Ron as I rubbed my eyes.

“Sorry… this is the holidays… I shouldn’t be ruining it… I should be making you guys laugh like I usually do.” I explained rubbing my face,
“It’s ok… everybody has their ups and downs.” Hermione smiled.

“I heard you say you need someone to make you laugh.” My father appeared in the room,
“Go away Father.” I spoke,
“But I can make people laugh easily.” My father tap danced quickly, making Hermione laugh,
“Fine…” I sighed as he offered his hand to Hermione,
“I’ll teach you to tap dance.” My father smiled.

As he did, Harry and Ron couldn’t help but laugh at how stupid my best friend and father were being.

I saw Ron was about to sit in my chair.

“No!” my father yelled, Ron stopped in shock, “Only my daughter can sit there…” my father spoke, Ron stood up as I rolled my eyes.



I was lying in my double king-sized bed with Hermione next to me. We both looked up at the starry ceiling I had above my bed.

“What’s so special about that red velvet chair you sit on?” Hermione asked, I laughed,
“When my parents found out my mother was pregnant, they brought that chair, because it was comfy. It helped my mums back, and when I was born… they always made me sit in it afterwards… nobody else has sat in that chair except for me… and my mother when she was pregnant with me… that’s the meaning about the chair.” I explained and turned on my side as Hermione smiled,

“Your parents seem to live a life like normal Muggles.” Hermione spoke, I nodded and smiled,
“Yea… though they are rich in both the wizarding and the Muggle world…” I smiled, “They buy me loads of things from the Muggle world… just like the iPod I got.” I explained, “They spoil me like there’s no tomorrow. I mean, I love it. But all I want is to have a happy family with them, I don’t care if they shower me in gifts, just being with them at Christmas or on my birthday is the best gift that anybody can give me… Then again, the best gift anybody could give me would to become fully human.” I sighed and looked up at the starry ceiling.

“I love the ceiling.” Hermione smiled, I laughed,
“I love it too.” I smiled, “I dare you to try and count them.” I smirked, Hermione laughed,
“Why would I do that?” Hermione spoke,
“Because you’re immaculately smart and can figure out anything in a very logical way.” I smirked sitting up in bed,
“I can also figure out that my best friend likes a guy we’re friends with,” Hermione sat up. I held my breathe,
“How long have you known?” I asked,
“A while… but I wanted to make sure… since the before Christmas you’ve been glaring at Cho and Harry whenever they talk to each other… if you really like Harry then say something.” Hermione spoke,
“You can talk… I know you like Ron.” I smirked, Hermione flushed,
“I do not.” She spoke,
“Do too.” I smirked,
“Do not.” She replied as I hit her with my pillow. Hermione squealed loudly laughing as she hit me with hers.

I laughed as we both heard the door knock,
“Shush now girls… the others are sleeping.” My father spoke,
“Sorry!” we both whispered.

Hermione and myself looked at each other and laughed silently. Hermione was out like a light a few seconds later as I stared at my ceiling, unable to sleep.

Hermione was my best friend. She was a friend I could talk to about anything. I smiled as I thought about one person who I would tell anything and more too.

The Boy Who Lived.