What happens when Harry dies from Voldermort's wrath? Why is Draco leaning
toward Hermione? Why is Ron doing it too? Will Hermione have to choose
between them?
What crazy lovers do.
By: Rae chan
A/n: This is from Hermione, Draco, AND Ron's POV. Sad, but good.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd be charging you for this! (Thanks to J.K.R., whom we gladly pay $19.99 a book. We love you!)
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Herm's POV.
I am alone. So alone. My tears do not stop. Why do I miss him so? He was my best friend. But we were becoming so much more than that.
/flashback/
Harry laid on the wet grass of the Hogwarts grounds. His eyes looked around for Hermione, and he knew he was dying, just by looking at her.
"You are my sacrifice. I will always love you."
His eyes reflected pain, suffering, and love.
"Oh, Harry." Hermione buried her head in his chest.
" 'Mione?"
She looked up and leaned closer.
Harry's lips grazed her's gently, and shivered when they locked. He brushed his tounge over her lips, and waited for her to part. He enveloped her senses, and put a lot of feeling into his last act of love.
He stayed like that for a moment, then tilted his head, indicating that he wanted to say something.
"Hermione Granger," he said, moaning in pain, "I love you so much."
Those were his last words to his beloved.
/end of flashback/
*~*~*~*
Herm's POV.
I sit in the Gryffindor common room. It's my 6th year here at Hogwarts, and Ron comforts me.
Ron has just walked in. He sits next to me. He whispers comforting words in my ear. He holds me tight, like I want him to. "Please," I ask, "Keep me." He holds me tighter. I feel his ragged breath on my neck. He kisses my jaw, leans lower and lightly kisses my lips.
I cannot do this. He is my best friend.
But Harry was, too.
*~*~*~*
Ron's POV.
She ran after I kissed her. Before she left, and right after I kissed her, she looked up into my eyes. She told me that she couldn't. She is my best friend. But I feel like we are so much more...
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Draco's POV.
I used floo powder to get to Hermione's room. She was laying on her bed, crying lightly. I wish I could be with her and spend as much time with her as Weasel has. She doesn't seem to want to get close to me. I suppose it's because of the way I acted toward her. I look back and wish I never said those words. They cut her deep. Too deep.
I walked up to her, and, sitting on the edge of her bed, I held her in my arms. "I'm sorry, 'Mione." I said as I stroked her head. "Please don't cry." She needed someone's shoulder to lean on, and I guess I was the closest one. No one else was in the room, so we were all alone.
She looked up into my eyes. Her's were all swollen from crying, and her voice was gone from sobbing. I took her head in my hands, and slid my finger down her jaw.
I brushed a tear away from her face. God, she has such a beautiful face. Her brown eyes, perfect bones, red lips.
I had to kiss them. I had to do it now, while I still had a sober amount of mindfulness.
I made up my mind then: I was going to kiss Hermione Granger.
I lowered my face to hers and watched as she slowly closed her eyes. Her lips were salty, and slightly swollen. All for the better, I thought. I slipped my tounge in her mouth, tasting her. She shuttered, but quickly reacted. She put her hands on my knees; slowly easing me back to her pillow. She groaned, and laid on my chest, still kissing me.
Then, as if a lightbulb had been turned on, she jumped up. What? I thought that it had to be my fault, and that she wasn't ready.
I walked back to her fireplace. "I'm sorry 'Mione." I frowned and threw the floo powder amoungst the ashes.
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YAY!!!!!!!!! that turned out better than expected! Please R&R!
---Rae chan
What crazy lovers do.
By: Rae chan
A/n: This is from Hermione, Draco, AND Ron's POV. Sad, but good.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd be charging you for this! (Thanks to J.K.R., whom we gladly pay $19.99 a book. We love you!)
*~*~*~*
Herm's POV.
I am alone. So alone. My tears do not stop. Why do I miss him so? He was my best friend. But we were becoming so much more than that.
/flashback/
Harry laid on the wet grass of the Hogwarts grounds. His eyes looked around for Hermione, and he knew he was dying, just by looking at her.
"You are my sacrifice. I will always love you."
His eyes reflected pain, suffering, and love.
"Oh, Harry." Hermione buried her head in his chest.
" 'Mione?"
She looked up and leaned closer.
Harry's lips grazed her's gently, and shivered when they locked. He brushed his tounge over her lips, and waited for her to part. He enveloped her senses, and put a lot of feeling into his last act of love.
He stayed like that for a moment, then tilted his head, indicating that he wanted to say something.
"Hermione Granger," he said, moaning in pain, "I love you so much."
Those were his last words to his beloved.
/end of flashback/
*~*~*~*
Herm's POV.
I sit in the Gryffindor common room. It's my 6th year here at Hogwarts, and Ron comforts me.
Ron has just walked in. He sits next to me. He whispers comforting words in my ear. He holds me tight, like I want him to. "Please," I ask, "Keep me." He holds me tighter. I feel his ragged breath on my neck. He kisses my jaw, leans lower and lightly kisses my lips.
I cannot do this. He is my best friend.
But Harry was, too.
*~*~*~*
Ron's POV.
She ran after I kissed her. Before she left, and right after I kissed her, she looked up into my eyes. She told me that she couldn't. She is my best friend. But I feel like we are so much more...
*~*~*~*
Draco's POV.
I used floo powder to get to Hermione's room. She was laying on her bed, crying lightly. I wish I could be with her and spend as much time with her as Weasel has. She doesn't seem to want to get close to me. I suppose it's because of the way I acted toward her. I look back and wish I never said those words. They cut her deep. Too deep.
I walked up to her, and, sitting on the edge of her bed, I held her in my arms. "I'm sorry, 'Mione." I said as I stroked her head. "Please don't cry." She needed someone's shoulder to lean on, and I guess I was the closest one. No one else was in the room, so we were all alone.
She looked up into my eyes. Her's were all swollen from crying, and her voice was gone from sobbing. I took her head in my hands, and slid my finger down her jaw.
I brushed a tear away from her face. God, she has such a beautiful face. Her brown eyes, perfect bones, red lips.
I had to kiss them. I had to do it now, while I still had a sober amount of mindfulness.
I made up my mind then: I was going to kiss Hermione Granger.
I lowered my face to hers and watched as she slowly closed her eyes. Her lips were salty, and slightly swollen. All for the better, I thought. I slipped my tounge in her mouth, tasting her. She shuttered, but quickly reacted. She put her hands on my knees; slowly easing me back to her pillow. She groaned, and laid on my chest, still kissing me.
Then, as if a lightbulb had been turned on, she jumped up. What? I thought that it had to be my fault, and that she wasn't ready.
I walked back to her fireplace. "I'm sorry 'Mione." I frowned and threw the floo powder amoungst the ashes.
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YAY!!!!!!!!! that turned out better than expected! Please R&R!
---Rae chan