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Suicide is death. Not a way to be set free. You slit your wrists. I've tried it too. I do it 'cause I mean nothing to you. My Cocoa eyes. Your Emerald orbs. I've fallen in love, with the Killer of the Dark Lord. He scruff's his black hair. I straighten my curls. Two different people from the same worlds. He smiles at her, the Auburn witch. She smiles sweetly, a smirk & a twitch. I run away, crying for my loss. He loves her. My love's just lost. She told me one night she loves him so. Just as she paints her pinky toe. ((Sorry kinda funny)). So know I know love's like suicide. Dark & unforgivable. Maybe Harry's just not like that. One of those guys that falls in love with one of his best friends. Well I guess not. This is after all my suicide note.
A small Brunette girl about 18 fell to the white tile floor. "I love you Harry James Potter," she whispered. She felt cold. Almost frozen. Then the front door of her flat slammed open as someone ran in. "Hermione!" Harry cried down by her side. Her eye's fluttered as she felt like she was squeezed through a rubber tube. She was apparating in Harry's arms when she suddenly passed out.
3 days later Hermione woke up in Saint Mungos to see concerned green eyes staring at her. "I love you Hermione, why did you do that?" Hermione's eye's shot open. "You don't love me! You love little miss perfect Ginny! You don't give a Horcrux about me!" "You've never been wrong until now Hermione. I Love you more than Ginny, Ron, or anyone! Not just love. In love!" "Oh Harry! I love you so much! It's almost to good to be true!" Harry tilted her head up gently. " Hermione… I swear it's true," & He kissed her.
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