A/N: Well, hello again! I'm here uploading yet another fic, though it's test week, I just had to write it or  else I'll forget it with all the memorizing I have to do. I don't think that this little piece of information would still be tucked in my brain after all that. So, this is a semi-angsty fic. If you don't know, I love angst fics, and I 'm trying to make as many as possible. My first angst fic is "Not Yet Forgotten" (I know the title isn't original, but I thought of that while writing it. I'm thinking of changing it though, any suggestions?) and this is my second. I hope you like it and I hope you tell me what you think about it, via review or email, silver_prowess@yahoo.com. I appreciate those who reviewed via email! Thanks so much. I didn't know I'd accept comments through that. Anyways, oh, yeah, I updated What's Held Within already, up to the fifth chapter, those who wanted it posted, please check it out. What else? Yeah, more fics I have to finish before two days from now, watch out for them. Why is it that when I'm so harassed, that's when all ideas pop into my head, but when I'm free to do anything, nothing is in birds chirping in the background. Oh well, so much for talk. Now prepare your eyes: massage them, rub them, take the cucumber off, I don't know if it's going to make you cry, I think not. It's a little bit crappy, probably. There, eyes ready? Here it goes….

Not With You

By prowess

            Nobody in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry could ever name Harry Potter without another name not far behind: Hermione Granger. Yes, the two have surpassed acquaintance, surpassed friendship. But just how much can they surpass?

            "It was all a lie. I see now, and you don't have to cover for it. My eyes have been opened to what has been happening and you can't close them!" Hermione had answered back. Their fight has been heating up and luckily, no one was really around to watch them. Everybody else was in Hogsmeade.

            "Well, I could've told you if you weren't too busy for me," Harry reasoned.

            "No, no. Don't you use my love for reading as an excuse for what you did. And how dare you ask that question, as if you had time for ME?" She screamed. "If that's the case, we are even on that. But that isn't a reason for backstabbing me. Is this some joke? Does the whole school know about this?"

            "No they don't," Harry answered coldly.

            "Well, they probably do. For one thing, that concubine of yours could've gossiped it to her other girlfriends showing off they've went out with Harry Potter." Hermione harshly shot back. They were in the Common Area, fighting in front of the fireplace, a little too appropriate setting for their situation.

            "How dare you call her that?!?"

            "How dare you hide it from me? How dare you pass these letters to everyone without my knowledge? Just for the mere reason of my lack of time for you? How unreasonable!"

            "It's not just that—"

            "Then, what else!?!"

            "You are—"

            "No. don't answer that. You know what pains me about this? It hurts me that you wrote this without me knowing, look at this! RUBBISH! I'll read one: Dear Cho, It has been three weeks since our last talk and I have missed those wonderful moments we've spent, your beautiful eyes, the way you smile, bla, bla….I could almost feel you lips touching mine? Are you sick?"

            "Well maybe I am sick! I'm sick of listening to this! I'm sick of hearing you ranting like I'm the one who caused all this. Don't you see that you did too?"

            "Maybe you are sick! And I was sick as well because I gave myself to you! I loved you, more than you ever thought. I try to make time for you. But you were just too selfish. You wanted me to be there while you eat, while you walk through the corridors, you flaunt our relationship. That's not a relationship Harry. You never knew the many sacrifices I have made for you. You don't know I sacrificed eating just to watch your game and be there to hug you when you won, just like what you wanted. You don't know how I sacrificed sleeping just to get my homework done while during the day I was with you at Hogsmeade. You don't know how I sacrificed helping others just to be with you on time. You want the whole universe to know that you have me, and you boasted me as if I was some new toy. Well, you know what? I'm sick of it as well! So why don't we just end it?"

The sound of the wood was all that was heard. Silence filled the area as Hermione, who was now crying from what she has just said sat on the sofa. Harry was brushing his hair back as he stared at the floor.

"You know what hurts me? It hurts me that, I'm the one who's wrong. It hurts me that you accuse me, after all the sacrifices I've done for you. Could you name any you've done for me?"

Harry couldn't answer.

"It hurts me that you're the one with the nerve to get angry at me all the time, and I'm the one who patches things up, and now that I've seen you do something wrong, you still find a way to throw it back at me.  I've swallowed my pride, Harry. And I've swallowed it long enough. Do you really think that I wanted this? This issue? Do you really think I didn't care about you? Do you really think I deserve this again? It's that I don't know what to do anymore. It's come to the point that I have to choose between you and my ambition, my studies, my dream to be a great witch."

"So you choose your studies over me?" Harry silently asked.

"Based from what is happening, I've got no choice. I'm sorry, for both of us. I'm sorry for the times I've been selfish, like what you said, to have no time for you. I'm sorry for what is happening to us. I'm sorry I wasn't how you wanted me to be. I'm sorry that I didn't fulfill your expectations. " Hermione's tears were flowing, her heart beating achingly, she was trying to finish what she wanted to say. "I'm sorry it's all over."

"No-" Harry cried. He went in front of Hermione and held her on the shoulder. Hermione looked down immediately, but she saw that Harry was in tears as well. Waves of tears seemed to fall from their eyes.

"No it's not over." He cried. "Then, then I'm sorry as well. I'm sorry for all I've done wrong. All my bad doings. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for betraying you." Hermione was shaking her head sideways, furiously, showing she disapproved.

"Hermione, please," Hermione looked away from him, tears spilling, more than ever. "It's over," she repeated, " I wish it wasn't over, but it's over. You can't change it."

"It's not over!" Harry shook her. Hermione still looked away. "Then tell me you don't love me anymore. Tell me all of our moments together were meaningless. Tell me that everything was just a dream! Tell me-"

"I don't love you!" she shot back. Hermione looked at Harry's eyes. Emerald green eyes she once adored, and he the same to her. Those same eyes are now throwing hatred at each other. Harry couldn't believe what she just uttered. His heart skipped a beat. His hands loosened their grip and they were numb. Hermione didn't take her eyes away from him. She was glaring at him, and he could see there was no regret in what she said.

'So it's a waste of time then," he presumed.

"Maybe it is."

 "Why was it so easy for you?" Harry cried. "Why was it so easy to deny everything you once said you' d treasure in your heart? Why was it so easy for you to leave me?"

"Because I was treasuring a lie, Harry! I was living a lie with you." Hermione replied, wanting enough of this.  She sat up and wiped her eyes. Harry blocked her.

"You should be going. People will arrive soon. You won't want them to know what happened to us." Hermione said coldly, emotionlessly.

"No, Hermione. Please. Tell me. Tell me what you feel for me. Please." Hermione didn't answer and walked on.

"Are you still in love?"

As she heard this, it was as if a xylophone was playing in her mind, playing a soft sad song in her head. She stopped and turned around. Hermione's puffy eyes looked at his once more, searching for the hope to say what she felt. His eyes were full of regret. Looking down she didn't know what to say. She looked at him once more as tears welled up in her eyes. She bit her lip as she prevented to cry.

"Yes," she whispered. Harry came to hug her, but she stepped back.

"but…" she started.

"Not with you…" Hermione whispered her last words as she hurried up to the girls dormitory.

 Harry was left there, trying to absorb all he heard. He felt like his heart was a sheet of glass that he thought was in good hands when it suddenly exploded into tiny pieces. He felt his heart shatter, and in his mind, he could hear the tinkling of the glass falling. He stared at where Hermione went and kneeled down regretting all he lost. Finally, the truth dawned to him. It was over, inspite of both of them not wanting it to be.

To be continued….

A/N: Well, how was it? It's crap you might say. But I'm thinking of a continuation, whether it will be angsty or not, it depends on you and what you think. Couple of unanswered questions: Hermione said she was still in love, but not with Harry. Then who could the person be? Not someone you expected, I'm very sure you won't guess. What happens afterwards? What if they met once more, in the hallway or what? Poor Harry, well it's his fault, but do you want me to leave it like that?