I am SO sorry for the wait! Thank you SO much for all the support and thanks for waiting! So, you don't have to listen to my blabbing for much longer because here is chapter 10: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!

Hermione's POV:

Now I don't want you to think they sent me away, because they didn't. The truth of the matter was, well, me. I mean, look at all the pain and hurt and suffering I caused Harry! You expect me to stay there after that?
It's not saving myself, it's saving Harry! Haven't I done enough? I just couldn't stay. It just killed me to see him like that in the hospital, and once he was discharged, I just...I've been nothing but terrible to him, and I feel so pitiful. He deserved none of that. I'm back in Australia now, in wizard temporary housing. God, I really hurt him.

Harry's POV:
She left. I know she was here. She just left me. Again. After everything! I never even got to talk to her, but I couldn't even if she was here long enough. She told me not to. Yes, I still have romantic feelings for her. Ron told me I'm mad for it, but I don't care. I just can't seem to stop loving her. Luna had a different approach. Well, a girl's approach. She "awwwww"ed loudly in a really un-Luna-ish way, and then started telling me how there were thousands of love flies clouding my brain and whatnot...
I can't be angry with her; not when all she's trying to do is help. What happened when I was angry at Hermione and I lashed out even though she was only ever trying to help?

Flashback in Normal POV:
"So what? Why should it matter to you?" Harry bellowed in her face. That was it. They had argued before and usually Hermione was pretty tolerant, but this time, Harry seemed to have struck a nerve. She burst into tears and sprinted off to the dorms.
Never having good timing, Harry realized once she was gone just how much he had hurt her and he tried to go up after her, but the slide formed and blocked his entry. Knowing she wouldn't come out for a while, he gave up, and left her to cry in her room.

End of Flashback.
Back to Harry's POV:
I can't believe I made her cry. And I didn't do a thing! I just sat there like a lump and three days later, when she came down because she had not wanted to see me so badly she hadn't eaten! So, she came down, and what did she do? She forgave me. I made her cry and I didn't even try to make her feel better and she forgave me. That just goes to show how wonderful of a person she is. Who would do that? Really? I sure as hell couldn't! All I can ever do is destroy. I destroyed her fragile heart, and not just once.
I have no right to complain that she left me. None at all. I just can't take it anymore. All the pain I've caused her. I just feel so bad. I wish she knew how sorry I am.

With that, the world grew hazy around and he fell asleep on the couch. The couch that she had slept on, when she had been here. He slept there to be close to her, even if she was nowhere near, so that maybe, when she was asleep, he could somehow break into her dreams and tell her how much her loved her.
It does sound absurd, but bear in mind, he is a lovesick, depressed teenager.

I know it's short. It was actually supposed to end a few chapters ago, but I realized I still had to have some stuff happen. Thanks for sticking with me throughout the story, and please check out my other stories that are being updated much more quickly than this one was. So, again, sorry for the wait, and thanks for reading! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!