Ok, so this IS the sequel to 'Not Your Typical Love Story.' There are a few mentions to the first, so there may be some confusing parts if you haven't read the first. But I don't think I'll mention it, so I don't think you HAVE to read the first to really understand this.
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"Hermione…I think we need to talk." Harry started out grimly. Hermione felt her stomach drop.
Oh God, what did I do?
"Ok…" She replied hesitantly. Harry grabbed her hand softly, but firmly.
"You know I love you right?" Hermione couldn't help but smile.
"I know, I love you too Harry." Harry nodded. Not smiling, his green eyes vacant as he continued talking.
"I don't think we should get married…" He stated flatly. Hermione felt her heart stop. Her train of thought was blurred and nothing seemed to make any sense.
"What?" She managed to spit out.
"I think that we should go back to being friends." Harry continued. Hermione dug her nails into the palm of her hand, holding back the tears which threatened to come out.
"I won't cry in front of him, I won't cry in front of him."
"'Mione…What do you think?" He asked gently. Hermione forced a small smile.
"It's not like I can argue can I? If you want to just be friends…That's fine with me." She swallowed hard, which those words hadn't just come out of her mouth. Wishing she had done what she really wanted to do. Scream and cry and hurt someone or something, especially herself.
"I just think we were better as friends." He explained. Hermione nodded. Forcing herself to look like she wholeheartedly agreed.
"I think we should see other people too, that is if you want to." She felt like she had been blindsided.
"Yeah...I think for now that'd be best…" She found the lies tumbling out of her mouth. Her mind was still racing and she had no clear thoughts. Everything was spinning so fast she could feel herself beginning to get dizzy.
"Are you going to be ok?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded, digging her nails deeper still into her palm.
"Yeah I'll be fine. But I actually do have to go…I have some plans with Ginny and…Can't miss them you know?" She said laughing uneasily. Harry nodded and released her hand.
"Yeah, sure. Look just give me a call if you want to talk or…If you need anything ok?" Hermione nodded.
"Of course. I'll see you later." She turned her back on the man she loved and walked away, willing the tears to go away. She wanted to break down right than and there. Her mind was buzzing and nothing had sunk in. Why hadn't she seen that coming? How could she have been so stupid? Why did she think it would actually work out? When has anything actually worked out for her?
The events of the past few months rushed back as she unlocked and pushed open the door to her small one bedroom house. She slammed the door behind her and let her bag fall to the floor. She gazed around the room, tears glazed over her eyes. She slowly leaned against the door allowing herself to slide down to the floor. She stared at her hands as the tears began to flow down her face.
"It's my fault…I should have seen it coming. I shouldn't have put myself in so deep…I deserve this for actually believing him…"
It felt as if she were re-living the betrayal of Ron and Draco. It had taken her months to get over the fact that Draco used her. Or that her best friend had tried to kill her. And despite the hate that she felt, part of her was still in love with Draco. During the trial Draco maintained his innocence. Saying he had a plan to help her. That there was no way he would have let her get hurt. Part of her couldn't help but be gullible and believe him. Part of her needed to believe that what he said was true…
"Your gullibility is what got you here in the first place." She told herself.
Somehow she managed to push herself up off the floor and made her way into the bathroom. Hermione had an odd sense of déjà vu as she opened the bathroom cabinet.
She finally found what she was looking for and pulled it out, staring at it in all its glory. She rolled her sleeve up, revealing her pale arm. She hadn't touched her arm in months and to do it gave her a sense of nostalgia. She didn't bother with a note this time. Hermione knew Harry would know exactly why she had done it. She had saved his life months before and now he had taken away hers. She put the razor to her wrist and pulled it roughly across, barely feeling it. She repeated the process on the other wrist. Which she was finally satisfied she left the razor fall from her hand into the sink. She watched the blood drip down her arms and onto the floor. She finally allowed herself to sink to the floor, her wrist resting on the cold bathroom tile.
The room grew fuzzy as the puddle of blood continued to grow. Hermione gently laid her head against the bathroom sink, letting her heavy eyelids shut.
"I love you Harry Potter…" She whispered before darkness finally overcame her.
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No it isn't over. Just one of my famous cliffhangers ). So…Lemme know what you guys think.
