This was written for HedwickBlack's Weekly Challenge. I was suppose to work in one of several quotes from The Wizard of OZ the quote I used was... "Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable"
I own none of this including the Quotes from The Wizard of Oz and The Deathly Hallows.
Frustrations
She hurts. She wishes she didn't. She wishes the pain and lonesomeness would just disappear. She gets up from her camp-bed and walks to the opening of the tent. It's been weeks since he left. Why does she still hurt? When will it get better? Harry is sitting watch and doesn't pay any attention to her. She sits at the table, opens her book and starts to try and read. How could he just leave? Just walk out and desert them...her? The fact it hurts so much surprises her. Why does she feel this way? They never said anything to each other so she has no reason to feel this way, but she does. She starts to cry again and gets angry with herself.
He had been acting so strangely. She feels she should have seen it coming. Her sense of betrayal belies the true depth of her feelings, and these feelings scare her.
She has always put her faith in logic and what she could quantify. Matters of the heart have always baffled her. How can she feel so much for someone so infuriating. There have been times she just wished he would leave her alone. Now he has left her... alone. How could he say and feel the things he did. Harry was Harry she could never feel that way for him.
She remembers a saying she read once. 'The heart wants what the heart wants.' She always thought it was stupid. She always thought the idea that she couldn't control how she felt was ridiculous. Now she wishes she could just turn off the pain and some how fill this emptiness.
What good are these feelings if they can so easily lead to pain. She remembers a quote from a movie she used to watch with her mother. "Hearts will never be practical, until they can be made unbreakable."
Her mom would always get a strange look in her eyes when she heard that line. Now she knows why. She sees that same look when she gazes in the mirror. She tries to concentrate on the book. The answer is in here somewhere. It has to be. Why else would Dumbledore have left it to her? She slams the book closed and drops it on the table. This is all so frustrating. She knows why she can't concentrate. Everything reminds her of him. His silly, toothy grin. His piercing blue eyes that see right through her.
She leans back and closes her eyes. She gets up and returns to her bed pulling her blankets around her.
"Hermione!"
She stirs then sits up quickly, pushing her hair out of her face.
"What's wrong? Harry? Are you all right?"
"It's okay, everything's fine. More than fine, I'm great. There's someone here."
"What do you mean? Who -?"