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This story is based on pieces and pieces of my life in a story, so all this is real in my life in some way. So please don't say that some of my ideas were dumb! Lol! Ok so here's "Getting her back!"
I can't believe that happened. They don't know how much it hurt me. Neither of them. They are clueless about how I feel. I just hope one day I can express what I'm feeling to....her. I love her, and always will. But why?
"Why can't I be....better..."I said, while running my hands through my jet-black hair once and plopping onto on bed and then covering my face with my hands.
"I just hope I never have to hear it again. Their love is just so strong. I don't want to hurt them, but it's just...." I said.
"I love her too..."
Flashback"Harry....I...I can't say it. Ron, please help me," said a clueless Hermione, while looking at her feet.
"Harry, she wants to break up with you."
I couldn't explain what was going on in my head. It was just so crowded with different thoughts. Why is she hurting me so much? Why couldn't she say it? What ever happened?
"Why?" I asked, barely making any noise.
"Cause, well, I'm in love with someone else...." She said, drifting away.
"Well... who?" I asked, wondering who could take her away from me. She said she would always be mine. Always. Even since I didn't have any parents, she would take me someplace special for my 17th birthday. She promised. Promised she would love me forever.
"It's Ron...." She said to me, again, drifting away.
"Your gonna let him take you away from me?" I asked, wishing I could take back what I just replied.
"Please, Harry, don't get mad," she pleaded, tears in her eyes.
I suddenly punched the nearest wall, as hard as I could. It echoed along the halls, and people turned to look at me. I could feel their eyes on me.
"I'm sorry, Harry!" she screamed to me, as she ran away towards the common room. I watched her until she made the last turn to get there. I couldn't believe I had such an outburst. Especially in front of Hermione. She was the love of my life. And I just let her slip away through the smallest crack in my heart. But no, I didn't forget my love for her that fast. I probably couldn't, even if I tried. She was the most memorable person you could ever meet. She was special to me. And I was going to win her back somehow.
End of FlashbackI went to my dorm early that night, still very sad about the current events. I thought about her all the time that night. Imagining her laughing, smiling, like she always would. I thought about how soft her voice was and how soothing her comfort was when I was going through tough times.
I couldn't sleep, thinking about her, so I went outside in the common room. When I was about to step on the floor from the last step, I saw a certain red head and bushy browned haired girl on the couch, staring at the fire, holding hands.
"I just hope Harry doesn't take this so badly," Hermione said.
"Don't worry, he'll probably just come of it by next week," said Ron, looking into her eyes.
"I guess. I just feel sort of guilty. I couldn't even tell him. I just...couldn't," said Hermione, now looking at Ron.
"Just listen to me and everything will be okay," said Ron.
I couldn't take anymore so I quietly stepped back to my dorm.
"How could I be so stupid!?" I said loudly, throwing a pillow across the room into the wall.
"Calm down, Harry," I told myself. How can one girl have this effect on me?
"They love each other, and there's nothing I can do about it. I wish I could though..."
I ran as fast as I could down the halls. I was looking for Hermione, wanting to express how I felt about her, but I knew that wouldn't help. So I was looking for her to forgive her. I stepped into the Great Hall, looking down the Gryffindor table, but couldn't see her. Then I thought, "The library."
So I hurtled out to the adjacent hall, and quietly walked into the library. I saw the librarian there, eyeing me very carefully, so I made sure not to make any loud noises. And there I saw her, head stuck in a book, reading away. I put my books down by her and took a seat. She smiled but then realized it was me, and quickly turned back to her book.
"Hey Hermi-"
"Shh...This is a library," she said, not removing her eyes from the textbook in front of her.
So I took out some ink, a quill, and a spare piece of parchment and started writing. Hermione tried to see what I was writing, then I looked up. Of course, she quickly focused on her book. I continued writing and was finally done. I slid the piece of parchment onto her hands, and waited for a response.
Hermione,
Look, I'm sorry about startling you with my outburst, but I still really want to be friends with you. If you don't want to I understand. But I just don't want you to hate me. Please don't hate me. If you can do that, then I'll be happy. But just please give me an answer as soon as you can.
Harry
Hermione quickly glanced at the piece of parchment, and took out her quill and ink and replied. I could tell it was a long reply, because she kept writing for about 3 minutes. There were butterflies in my stomach for that whole three minutes. She was the only one who could make me feel like this, keep me in suspense. Then, finally, she pushed the parchment against my hand and I opened it on its folded spots.
Harry,
Yay! I'm happy I can still be your friend. I was so afraid that you would never forgive me. I hated my self for breaking up with you. And I don't want time to be like we broke up. I want to pretend that this never happened. Like in 6th year. I'm so glad this is happening! I thought that you would be mad at me for eternity! But, I know how nice you are, and knew this would blow off. Well actually Ron told me, but still! I'm just happy!
Love, Hermione
That's all I needed for today, to get Hermione's friendship and trust back. So with that known, I quietly stepped out of the library and into the Great Hall for some lunch. As I came into the massive room, I automatically spotted Ron's red hair and, again, plopped my books and myself down, right next to him.
"Hey," he said barley understandable because of the food moving around in his mouth.
"Hey," I replied, taking a sip from my glass of ice-cold pumpkin juice, tilting my head. For some reason, I always seemed to do that.
"Fix things up with Hermione yet?" he said, again, with his mouth full.
"How did you know? I just did it," I asked, wondering if he was standing by the library door, while Hermione and I straightened things out. That's impossible. He's been here consuming food!
"I can tell by the expression on your face. You always seem happy when you think about her. And you ALWAYS tilt your head when your even thinking about her," said Ron, washing his throat down with a long gulp of pumpkin juice.
"Yeah, I guess," I said, not noticing I was tilting my head again.
"There you go again, mate! I wouldn't be surprised if your neck grew out crooked. You do that all the time." Said Ron, finishing his glass of pumpkin juice.
"Well I always think about her," I said, again, tilting my head.
"Hey! Step back!" said Ron, followed by a joking chuckle.
"Come on, let's go," I said, while nodding my head towards the door.
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