It was probably well into the night, or the wee hours of the morning when
the dark night was sliced with the deadly knife of light. The sounds of
bangs and frantic hurrying could be heard from the outside.
Hermione Granger was leaving, and she needed to hurry before either of her friends noticed her absence.
Earlier the evening she had been mindlessly tasting hour' devours, and sipping champagne at the gala of some sort. She didn't really remember what this one was for but she was invited on accounted for her being best friends with 'The Man that Succeeded Twice' or so Witch Weekly has proclaimed him to be. The boy that lived no longer sufficed the twenty-two young man, and with his classic bed rumple look and vibrant green eyes made this boy into a man; the most sought after man in magicdom.
Although after her first debut into society her fourth year of Hogwarts, an evil column written as a warning of what press could be like. It could be good for her, or it could be bad. Some older witches and young ones still held grudges on the innocent schoolmate for breaking the apple of their eye's heart once they didn't want to see it happen again. But now people saw her not only as a beautiful young lady, but also Harry's best friend that was always next to him and a hand from either of the two were on each other. Holding each other's hand, mindless touching of waist hugging, the casual hug that press loved, and the hand on the shoulder, were some places touched and seen by the magic world.
But this evening was different. The "other best friend" stepped out with the pals tonight. He spent a time away from the eye of the public after a disastrous year of quidditch accidents and a broken heart. Ron Weasley, a very common name now a day, stepped from the unmarked black car looking at ease and happy in his friends company. His own hair grown out quite a bit also with the shaggy look, but he had care free look that although easy to master in the private vicinity of your own house and family was hard to keep it up in public. Hands in jack pockets and a few steps behind Hermione and Harry who had arms entwined, he smiled at cameras waved at adoring fans and laughed with his buddy Harry.
The three were happy, but then champagne, firewhiskey and vodka mixed in with a broken love sick heart made everything that was right in life a big bloody mistake.
Harry popped into the living room and looked about the room for any signs of struggle.
"HERMIONE?" Harry bellowed from the bottom of the stairs. He heard the sound of feet hitting the tile bathroom floor so he sprinted up the stairs. He walked into her room to surprise her but the element of surprise stunned him first. There was her luggage and half of her clothes packed up. The box on the floor was filled with books and her trunk was shut and looking like it was about to burst.
"OH! Harry!" She screamed bumping into his back. She was rushing so much she didn't look up. "What are you doing home so early?"
"How about you tell me what you are doing home so early?" Harry asked moving aside and she tossed her toiletries into the open bag.
"Uh, I was hopping to be out of her before you returned here." She said turning her back and flicked her wand, summoning the remaining clothes to her bag. Harry quick like lightning flicked his own wand and banished the clothes back to the floor. "HARRY!"
"Hermione what's going on?" Harry asked walking towards her only causing her to move away. He desperately looked into her eyes searching for the answer which she was holding in.
"I'm packing Harry, I thought that looked quite obvious." She said turning away and summoning the clothes again.
"Am I going to have to ask every question until you finally give the a suitable answer?" Harry seethed feeling annoyed with her lack of information.
"I'm leaving Harry, I need to get out of here and live life." She said motioning with her hands. "See this, this isn't life, out there is life."
"Bullshit." Harry snapped calling her bluff. "That's a bloody effing load of tosh."
"Right and you know what I meant didn't you." She said turning back to him and haphazardly summoned the clothes to her and into the bag.
"Living life, please what do you think I just got out of primer, Dudley could of come up with a better lie then that." Harry snapped grabbing her box of books and opening it. "You aren't living life, you are running away from it. Running away from that inexorable decision that has haunted your life since we all hit puberty."
Hermione stopped moving and just kept staring at the wall in front of her. Her breathing made her back shudder and Harry could see he struck the right nerve. She possibly stood staring at the wall for three minutes before actually moving her finger. That was only because of a spasm.
"You know I'm right Hermione, you actually have been faced with the decision on who you would rather be with. Me or Ron." Harry said softly but in a stern tone. "You know how we both feel about you, hell everyone in the bloody room heard Ron spouting off love sonnets to you. But when he asked you what you felt you caved."
"Harry please stop before something happens we both will regret." She said in a tearful stricken voice.
"Regret." Harry said as if laughing at the world. "Stop what, telling you that I am in love with you. Hermione that is something I wouldn't regret telling you." Hermione fell to the bed her knees being knocked out from his latest acclaim.
"Y-Y-Yo-Yo-You what me?" Hermione stammered putting her hands to her head.
"I love you." Harry said kneeling to the floor wrinkling his tux and getting dust from the floor on his knees. He took her hands in his to look into her eyes. "The only thing I regret right now is how I told you, I wanted to tell you on a surprise visit to a park, or meadow somewhere, after we had a picnic, or it might be dusk and there would have been candles surrounding us, and that's what I would of told you. But Hermione I don't regret the words I just said. I will say it again. I am in love with you. I love you so much more then a friend, I have always loved you and I always will love you."
"Harry I don't think you mean that." Hermione said looking for an escape idea to follow up on. "I mean we are totally wrong for each other."
"Like hell we are." Harry said standing up with her. "We both loves books, and we are fanatical about things. Me about quidditch, and you about your liberations issues, and don't pull some 'You don't know anything about me' sham cause Hermione I know everything about you." He said putting his hands on her face. Cupping it and catching the falling tear the escaped her eyes.
"Why are you doing this?" She said miserably. "Ron just informed me of his love, I can't handle this too."
"Hermione you don't have to handle it by yourself." Harry said letting one hand slide around her waist. "Let me handle it with you. That's we people do for each other. Not in a friend way, but in the way couples do."
Hermione leaned into his embrace letting the silent tears fall. His other arm joined his left hand on her waist and holding her against her back now. She shivered a little from the touch.
"Hermione, when Ron asked you how you felt what did you say?" He asked quietly into her ear. She sniffed and pulled back as if falling back into reality.
"I said nothing, I think I nodded and then dissapparated away." Hermione said looking into his eyes, pleading for him to not ask her the same question.
"Hermione I have to know, do you love me?"
"Of course I love you Harry." She said pitifully. "But-
"I wasn't asking if you loved me like a friend nothing more." He said finishing her excuse for her. "I meant, are you in love with me." He held her hand now as if she let go it would destroy him forever.
She let go.
"Harry I can't love you. You need someone who will devote their life to you, and I know you would devote you life to me because that's the kind of person you are, but I don't think I will ever be able to be like that to you, or to any one. You need a trophy wife, and yes I know looks don't matter to you, but they do to the public and if we were to have any soft of relationship besides friendship, I would be torn apart." She said pushing away from him.
"Hermione you cant do this to me." Harry said moving a little closer only causing her to back away even more.
"No Harry, I can't, but I can't stay either." She said.
"So you are leaving." He said dejectedly. "You aren't even willing to let us have a chance."
"No, I'm not cause I know it wont last." She said moving back to the bed and began zipping the side.
"You are a horrible liar Hermione, you can't even lie well enough to make yourself believe in the lie." He said walking up to her and turning her around. He kissed her without allowing any space in time to leave, or stop the action.
She sunk. Her knees gave out and she was leaning on to him and his arms held her up. First she thought he was the best damn kisser in the world, and the second was that she was being totally cliché at the moment.
After a minute or two he let her lips go, but he didn't move his head away from her forehead. Their ragged breathing was in time with each other and eyes met after catching a bit.
"Now, Hermione Granger tell me without looking away that you don't love me." Harry said his hands on her waist, massaging her side.
"I'm so sorry Harry." She said and began to cry.
"You can not tell me you don't love me. I felt butterflies in my stomach kissing you, fireworks in my head and you kissing me back. Hermione you love me, you know you do." He pleaded holding her closer
"Harry, I just cant." She said stepping away from him. First she banished her luggage from the room.
"I wont forget this Hermione, I wont let you go." He said moving up to her holding her in place. 'You cant leave with someone holding you." She stepped back and glared.
"Don't do this Harry." She said holding up her wand.
"What are you gonna pull the full body bind on me?" He asked and before he knew it, his back was to the floor and faint pop. The last thing he remembered was a faint pop and someone whispering 'I'm sorry Harry, I love you, but I love you to much to know us would never work.'
Hermione Granger was leaving, and she needed to hurry before either of her friends noticed her absence.
Earlier the evening she had been mindlessly tasting hour' devours, and sipping champagne at the gala of some sort. She didn't really remember what this one was for but she was invited on accounted for her being best friends with 'The Man that Succeeded Twice' or so Witch Weekly has proclaimed him to be. The boy that lived no longer sufficed the twenty-two young man, and with his classic bed rumple look and vibrant green eyes made this boy into a man; the most sought after man in magicdom.
Although after her first debut into society her fourth year of Hogwarts, an evil column written as a warning of what press could be like. It could be good for her, or it could be bad. Some older witches and young ones still held grudges on the innocent schoolmate for breaking the apple of their eye's heart once they didn't want to see it happen again. But now people saw her not only as a beautiful young lady, but also Harry's best friend that was always next to him and a hand from either of the two were on each other. Holding each other's hand, mindless touching of waist hugging, the casual hug that press loved, and the hand on the shoulder, were some places touched and seen by the magic world.
But this evening was different. The "other best friend" stepped out with the pals tonight. He spent a time away from the eye of the public after a disastrous year of quidditch accidents and a broken heart. Ron Weasley, a very common name now a day, stepped from the unmarked black car looking at ease and happy in his friends company. His own hair grown out quite a bit also with the shaggy look, but he had care free look that although easy to master in the private vicinity of your own house and family was hard to keep it up in public. Hands in jack pockets and a few steps behind Hermione and Harry who had arms entwined, he smiled at cameras waved at adoring fans and laughed with his buddy Harry.
The three were happy, but then champagne, firewhiskey and vodka mixed in with a broken love sick heart made everything that was right in life a big bloody mistake.
Harry popped into the living room and looked about the room for any signs of struggle.
"HERMIONE?" Harry bellowed from the bottom of the stairs. He heard the sound of feet hitting the tile bathroom floor so he sprinted up the stairs. He walked into her room to surprise her but the element of surprise stunned him first. There was her luggage and half of her clothes packed up. The box on the floor was filled with books and her trunk was shut and looking like it was about to burst.
"OH! Harry!" She screamed bumping into his back. She was rushing so much she didn't look up. "What are you doing home so early?"
"How about you tell me what you are doing home so early?" Harry asked moving aside and she tossed her toiletries into the open bag.
"Uh, I was hopping to be out of her before you returned here." She said turning her back and flicked her wand, summoning the remaining clothes to her bag. Harry quick like lightning flicked his own wand and banished the clothes back to the floor. "HARRY!"
"Hermione what's going on?" Harry asked walking towards her only causing her to move away. He desperately looked into her eyes searching for the answer which she was holding in.
"I'm packing Harry, I thought that looked quite obvious." She said turning away and summoning the clothes again.
"Am I going to have to ask every question until you finally give the a suitable answer?" Harry seethed feeling annoyed with her lack of information.
"I'm leaving Harry, I need to get out of here and live life." She said motioning with her hands. "See this, this isn't life, out there is life."
"Bullshit." Harry snapped calling her bluff. "That's a bloody effing load of tosh."
"Right and you know what I meant didn't you." She said turning back to him and haphazardly summoned the clothes to her and into the bag.
"Living life, please what do you think I just got out of primer, Dudley could of come up with a better lie then that." Harry snapped grabbing her box of books and opening it. "You aren't living life, you are running away from it. Running away from that inexorable decision that has haunted your life since we all hit puberty."
Hermione stopped moving and just kept staring at the wall in front of her. Her breathing made her back shudder and Harry could see he struck the right nerve. She possibly stood staring at the wall for three minutes before actually moving her finger. That was only because of a spasm.
"You know I'm right Hermione, you actually have been faced with the decision on who you would rather be with. Me or Ron." Harry said softly but in a stern tone. "You know how we both feel about you, hell everyone in the bloody room heard Ron spouting off love sonnets to you. But when he asked you what you felt you caved."
"Harry please stop before something happens we both will regret." She said in a tearful stricken voice.
"Regret." Harry said as if laughing at the world. "Stop what, telling you that I am in love with you. Hermione that is something I wouldn't regret telling you." Hermione fell to the bed her knees being knocked out from his latest acclaim.
"Y-Y-Yo-Yo-You what me?" Hermione stammered putting her hands to her head.
"I love you." Harry said kneeling to the floor wrinkling his tux and getting dust from the floor on his knees. He took her hands in his to look into her eyes. "The only thing I regret right now is how I told you, I wanted to tell you on a surprise visit to a park, or meadow somewhere, after we had a picnic, or it might be dusk and there would have been candles surrounding us, and that's what I would of told you. But Hermione I don't regret the words I just said. I will say it again. I am in love with you. I love you so much more then a friend, I have always loved you and I always will love you."
"Harry I don't think you mean that." Hermione said looking for an escape idea to follow up on. "I mean we are totally wrong for each other."
"Like hell we are." Harry said standing up with her. "We both loves books, and we are fanatical about things. Me about quidditch, and you about your liberations issues, and don't pull some 'You don't know anything about me' sham cause Hermione I know everything about you." He said putting his hands on her face. Cupping it and catching the falling tear the escaped her eyes.
"Why are you doing this?" She said miserably. "Ron just informed me of his love, I can't handle this too."
"Hermione you don't have to handle it by yourself." Harry said letting one hand slide around her waist. "Let me handle it with you. That's we people do for each other. Not in a friend way, but in the way couples do."
Hermione leaned into his embrace letting the silent tears fall. His other arm joined his left hand on her waist and holding her against her back now. She shivered a little from the touch.
"Hermione, when Ron asked you how you felt what did you say?" He asked quietly into her ear. She sniffed and pulled back as if falling back into reality.
"I said nothing, I think I nodded and then dissapparated away." Hermione said looking into his eyes, pleading for him to not ask her the same question.
"Hermione I have to know, do you love me?"
"Of course I love you Harry." She said pitifully. "But-
"I wasn't asking if you loved me like a friend nothing more." He said finishing her excuse for her. "I meant, are you in love with me." He held her hand now as if she let go it would destroy him forever.
She let go.
"Harry I can't love you. You need someone who will devote their life to you, and I know you would devote you life to me because that's the kind of person you are, but I don't think I will ever be able to be like that to you, or to any one. You need a trophy wife, and yes I know looks don't matter to you, but they do to the public and if we were to have any soft of relationship besides friendship, I would be torn apart." She said pushing away from him.
"Hermione you cant do this to me." Harry said moving a little closer only causing her to back away even more.
"No Harry, I can't, but I can't stay either." She said.
"So you are leaving." He said dejectedly. "You aren't even willing to let us have a chance."
"No, I'm not cause I know it wont last." She said moving back to the bed and began zipping the side.
"You are a horrible liar Hermione, you can't even lie well enough to make yourself believe in the lie." He said walking up to her and turning her around. He kissed her without allowing any space in time to leave, or stop the action.
She sunk. Her knees gave out and she was leaning on to him and his arms held her up. First she thought he was the best damn kisser in the world, and the second was that she was being totally cliché at the moment.
After a minute or two he let her lips go, but he didn't move his head away from her forehead. Their ragged breathing was in time with each other and eyes met after catching a bit.
"Now, Hermione Granger tell me without looking away that you don't love me." Harry said his hands on her waist, massaging her side.
"I'm so sorry Harry." She said and began to cry.
"You can not tell me you don't love me. I felt butterflies in my stomach kissing you, fireworks in my head and you kissing me back. Hermione you love me, you know you do." He pleaded holding her closer
"Harry, I just cant." She said stepping away from him. First she banished her luggage from the room.
"I wont forget this Hermione, I wont let you go." He said moving up to her holding her in place. 'You cant leave with someone holding you." She stepped back and glared.
"Don't do this Harry." She said holding up her wand.
"What are you gonna pull the full body bind on me?" He asked and before he knew it, his back was to the floor and faint pop. The last thing he remembered was a faint pop and someone whispering 'I'm sorry Harry, I love you, but I love you to much to know us would never work.'