The Circle of Emotions

by Malignant Malfoy

Summary: Hermione Granger. Loved by all. But only one can have her. D/Hr

Authors Note: Ok, this may seem a little weird a first, but please give it a chance. I spent a while on it. At first I was trying to go for a second point perspective story, but then I changed my mind and made it the character talking to himself. I hope you like it. It is kind of depressing. Unfortunately, that's what I write best. one of these days, I'll write a comedy or a small fluff piece, but it will probably flop because that stuff is so hard to write well. Ok, I'm babbling. Please Read and Review, as authors, like me, need this to survive.

Love and hate are the same really. If your emotions were a circle, most likely love and hate would be next to each other connecting the whole thing. One can't be without the other, you see. Where you have love, you most certainly have hate and vice versa.

This is the predicament you find yourself in, isn't it? She's standing across the room, looking at you, with those eyes. Why? Well, not even you know, really. No, that's not true. You do know. You're just too scared to admit that you love her and hate her at the same time. It's quite simple. Stupidly simple really, but then, neither of you can figure it out, so you're not as smart as everyone gives you credit for.

She's dancing with him. Well, of course she would be dancing with him, he was her date for the dance. It would be quite unusual for him not to. Why didn't you ask her? Because you were afraid she'd turn you down? Because you were afraid she had already been asked? No, it was because you were afraid of your feelings for her. Oh, poor baby. Never felt anything like this have you? Never felt loved, or felt love for someone. Harsh life. But it teaches, doesn't it? And what have you learnt? Love is bad.

What a lesson. Who was it that taught you this? Your father? Your mother? Your friends? No, it was yourself. Your pathetic little life seems useless, now, doesn't it?

She doesn't love you, she never will because you never cared enough to tell her how you felt. If you had, maybe she would have been here with you. But…

What are you doing now? Why are you leaving? Don't leave! Go and talk to her! I didn't mean what I said! You're not pathetic! You're life isn't useless! What are you doing with that knife? Put it down, NOW!

That's better… don't ever do that again. You really don't know how close you came to dying, do you? Or was that what you had planned? Don't tell me you wanted to die over her? Some silly little girl and you're slitting you wrists?

Ok, ok… she's not silly. And she's not little. She's buxom and beautiful. Little big in the bust and the waist… and that hair! Woah! Don't look at me like that! I'm only saying what you are thinking, bub.

All right, the dance will still be going. Lets go back. Some pumpkin juice sounds mighty fine right now. That's right, pour me some. Hang on, not too much. I'm not that thirsty. Turn around, she's coming over in your direction. Don't look at the door, you weasel. Talk to her!

Ah, dancing. She's asked you to dance. See, she's doing your work for you! Just say yes, and it's in the bag! Yes, slow song. Just move with the melody, my friend. Move like you have never moved before. She's leaning her head against your chest. How romantic. Say something nice. Like how nice she looks, or how she is a great dancer. Something.

What is she saying? You're a great friend but she is in love with someone else? This isn't good. Who is this other person? It's him, isn't it? Just give me the word and I'll smash him one! I'll give him a new pie hole! Him and his perfect hair… his perfect face… his perfect girl… and his perfect life. He doesn't know what it is to be us, does he?

Just say it's ok and leave. Almost at the door and… what? Why is he coming over here? Coming to gloat is he? Just say the word and I'll punch him. What is he saying? He's sorry? He's sorry? Oh, that'll help you sleep at night. He got the girl, but he's sorry, so everything has come up roses. Bet you he feels better now. Just push him out of the way and leave.

Lets just go and lie down, return to our composure. That's right, relax. What? Not with the knife again. Please, put it down. Please. No…

You feel that… that's your life slipping away from you. With every drop of blood that slides down your wrist, more of your life leaves you. Why aren't you doing something? You don't want to die, do you? Don't let the black take you… no…this isn't right. I'm sorry I was always putting you down. I was trying to get you to do something… albeit maybe it was the wrong way…

Do you hear that? Someone's coming! But it's already too late isn't it? You're already too far-gone… just wait to see who it is. Please… this person cared enough to come and find you, you could at least say goodbye.

Here he is. Now just say it. If it's going to be the last thing you ever say, you might as well be courteous. Just say it. Goodbye… Harry.

"What happened, Harry?"

Harry Potter looked up from the tombstone to look into Hermione Granger's face. Her eyes were stained with tears. He knew she felt guilty. He couldn't find the words to help her.

"What do you mean?"

She sighed and grabbed his hands, holding them in her own, trying to keep them warm in the cold, December air. "I want to know how you found him. I need to know how you found him."

Harry shuddered. "He was lying in a pool of his own blood, Hermione. It wasn't pretty. The last thing he said was, 'Goodbye, Harry', and then he was gone. He was just gone and I couldn't stop it, I just watched and he was gone."

She let out a sob and lent into his chest. "Why did he do it?"

But they both knew. The reason was walking over towards them. He stopped in front of Hermione and took her into his arms. "Shh, it's ok. He's gone to a better place. He'll always be happy there."

She sniffled. "I hope so." She looked up into his face and smiled. "Thank you, Draco."

Harry closed his eyes and turned his face back to the grave. 'Why didn't you just come and talk to me, mate?' he thought, morosely. 'I could have helped.' He shuffled off behind Hermione and Draco. 'Ron, why are you always so dramatic?'

Small Authors Note: Thanks for reading... I am assuming you read it and didn't just skip down to my author's note. Please read and review... hint, hint.