Trying to not falling totally
in love with someone was
the most painful things a
person can do. Especially
with you least expect them
to love you back.
Harry turned the knob and
opened the door to her
room. The room that he
had known to be so lively
before, was now filled with
nothing but darkness.
He switched the light on, and
there he found her sitting
at the corner of the room.
Her hair was up in a lazy
ponytail, the circles under
her eyes were so dark. He knew this was because of
her lack of sleep, as well as
endless crying for days,
weeks, and even months.
She had obviously not
changed the oversize jumper she was wearing
since a couple of days ago.
It pained him to see the girl
the he had grown to love
for a such long time,
looking so hopeless and
miserable.
"Please leave," Hermione
muttered, not looking him
in the eye.
"No." He said firmly. Hermione was quite
surprised. Harry never said
no to her. She smirked as
she stood up and walked
towards the freezer.
There, she grabbed and opened a bottle of fire
whiskey, but Harry harshly
took it away from her
"For goodness sake
Hermione, will you stop this
nonsense," he shouted.
Hermione simply glared at
him.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to say
that," but of course, he of
all people knew that it
wasn't nonsense. "But
Hermione, I mean it. You
should stop being this and move on. I know hurt you
were when you and Ron
broke up, but-"
"Just leave Harry, please,"
she snapped, cutting him
off.
"While you're here wasting
your life, Ron is out there
enjoying everything with
his new found love," he said
irritably.
"I don't want to talk about
that,"
"Yes, you will. Whether you
like it or not," he said
firmly. He knew that he
didn't want to be harsh,
but he did not want to see
her like this anymore.
"You can't do this to me,
Harry," she flared up.
"Yes I can," he said, trying
to control his temper "if
this is the only way for you
to realize that you've been
wasting your life, and
yourself, then I will do it,"
"Get out! Now!" Hermione
shouted, but instead Harry
moved closer and wrapped
his arms around her. Tears
continued to swiftly stream
down her face.
"He's not the only person in
this world Hermione," he
said, rubbing her back as a
method of comfort. "You
still have your family,
friends, me. We all love you. I love you," he said almost
whispering the last three
words.
Hermione quickly pulled
herself away upon hearing
those words and harshly
wiped her tears.
"No. Harry you don't
understand, it's not that
easy. Please just leave,"
she said, turned her back
to him, but Harry grabbed
her arms, and held her by the shoulder
"It's you who
doesn't understand. I said I
love you, not as a best
friend, nor as a sister. I
love you as you, Hermione,"
he shouted.
Hermione was taken aback. Did she really
hear it right? Harry loved
her? Just like she loved
him?
Harry let go of her "It
might sound impossible, but
I have loved you since I
first met you on that train.
I tried to control it because
I was aware of your feelings for
Ron. I even
tried to focus my attention
on other girls hoping that
I'll forget what I felt for
you. But it just didn't
work. It was still you, it was always you," he said looking
straight into her brown
teary eyes.
All this time she had hidden
what she'd felt for him.
She had tried to take
interest in other guys,
hoping that her feelings
toward him would vanish. But they just kept getting
deeper until she couldn't
control it anymore.
Everybody thought that
her break up with Ron was
the reason why she'd been acting like this, but
they didn't know that it
actually was because of
Harry, because of her
unrequited love for him.
And it pained her so much, especially since now, she
can't control it any longer.
"I'm not hoping for
anything in return. I just
want you to know that I'm
sorry. I wasn't able to
control my feelings and I
completely understand if you don't want to see me
again after this," he
stepped closer to her tilted
her chin, and before she
knew it his gentle and soft
lips were pressed against hers. It soon became fierce
and passionate as she
found herself kissing him
back fervently. Harry led
her towards her bed
without breaking the kiss. He slowly laid her down and
they made love. Yes!
Though they were not yet
in a relationship, for her it
was love they made.
They didn't mind anymore
if what they were doing
was right. All Harry wanted
was to kiss her, wrap her
in his arms and show her
how much he loved her. Hermione was overwhelmed
with so much joy. Knowing
that the guy she loved for
so long also felt the same
way towards her.
They spend the whole night
making love like it was the
last time that they would
be together. It was the
first time she slept with a
smile on her lips.
~~~~~~~~~~
Her mother tapped her
shoulder to wake her up
"Hermione dear we're here
now," said Mrs. Granger as
she took the child from
Hermione's arm.
She dreamed of him again. Yes,
she really felt great that
night, but she had woken
up that morning without
Harry by her side with no
note. She was scared that he had already let go of his
feelings for her. It hurt her
so badly that she was
tempted to confront him,
to tell him that she also
felt the same, but she wasn't able to that. She
didn't want Ginny to get
hurt. She was very much
aware that Ginny loved
Harry with her whole life.
So, she just decided to leave, hoping she'd learn to
forget him soon.
Sighing, Hermione stepped
out of the car and looked
at the house she once
called home. The Burrow. It
was almost five years since
she last was here. And it still looked exactly the
same. She noticed the
marquee that was set up
at the front yard. The
same one that the family
used for special occasions. Maybe a wedding was being
held here, she thought. She
suddenly felt nervous. What
if she was too late? What if
Harry and Ginny had
already gotten married? Since the day she left, she
tried hard not to have any
connection to the wizarding
world. She had no idea
what happened to them
while she was away.
She took a deep breath,
continued walking towards
the door and knocked
gently. Mrs. Weasley was
surprised seeing Hermione
standing in front of their doorway. She quickly pulled
her inside, and hugged her
tight. "Oh my dear
Hermione, where have you
been?" muttered Molly,
close to tears.
At the same time the other Weasleys
came. It was Ginny who caught
Hermione's eye. She was
glaring at her. Ginny was wearing all black. Just then she realize everyone was actually wearing the same. Hermione knew
right away that something
had gone wrong. Walking
towards her, Ginny slapped Hermione right across the
face with all the pain and
resentment she had carried
all these years.
"Ginny!" Ron snarled, quickly
pulling her away from
Hermione.
"Let go of me, Ron. It's her
fault. It's her who should be
blamed," shouted Ginny,
tears streaming down her
face. Ron hugged his sister
tight, trying to control the tears in his own eyes.
Hermione looked at them
all, confused. Everyone was
silent. Only the soft sobs
from Molly and Fleur, and
the words Ginny kept on
muttering inaudibly, were the only sounds she could
hear. The others, just like
Ron, were controlling their
own tears.
"What happened?" she
finally asked. But she
wasn't sure whether she
actually wanted to know
the answer to the
question.
"Do you really want to
know? I'll show you what
happened," yelled Ginny,
grabbing Hermione's arm
harshly. Protests came
from everyone, but she didn't care. With a loud
crack, Hermione and Ginny
left.
When Hermione opened her
eyes, it was though her
heart was shattered into
million pieces that made it
hard to breathe. Her tears
willfully streamed down her cheeks. She was kneeling in
front of the grave of the
only man she ever loved.
"That's what happened,
Hermione," said Ginny as
she kneeled beside her,
tears still pouring out of
her eyes.
There were so many
questions Hermione wanted
to ask, but it was like
something was lodged in
her throat. She could form
no words.
"The day before we found
about you leaving, Harry
talked to me and he broke
up with me," said Ginny with
a weak smile. "He said that
there was this girl that he had loved for a long time.
He finally wanted to pursue
her. At first I was so mad
at him. I almost hexed him
for hurting me, but then he
told me that it was you. I let him go. I loved him that
much¿ and I wanted him to
be happy. I even told him
that I would support both
of you. He was so happy.
That day, he left the house to go see you. I've never
seen him that cheerful
before."
"But he left me. When I
woke up, he was gone. No
note or anything at all,"
muttered Hermione finally
finding her voice.
Ginny smirked. "It was
supposed to be a surprise.
We had never thought that
you would run away. But
you did, and it was him who
was surprised. Since that day, he never stopped
searching for you. He
resigned from his job. He
never ate or slept. He
didn't even talk to
anyone. Days, weeks, months and years passed
and he was just getting
worse. He looked so
miserable. It was though he
was dead inside. Until one
day- we found him¿ dead."
Hermione was so shocked
about what Ginny had said.
For five years she did
everything to stay away
from him, thinking that he
had already given up on his love for her. She couldn't
handle it anymore, knowing
that he had died because
of her. It made her
depressed, the thought
that she didn't love him the same way as he had
loved her. It killed her
inside. It was though when
Harry died, her heart was
buried along with him.
Suddenly a little boy ran
towards her. They weren't
aware that the others
already arrived.
"Mommy! We got the letter
from dad!" Said the little
boy cheerfully. He was
waving a piece of folded
parchment in his hand.
Ginny was flabbergasted as
she noticed the little boy.
He had mostly his mother's
features, but his eyes¿
Ginny couldn't deny that
they were exactly like Harry's.
"Is he yours-"
"He's ours," answered
Hermione as he glance at
Harry's grave. "I named him
after his father,"
She took the letter from
her child. Her hand
trembling as she opened it.
Dearest Hermione,
I'm really not certain if
there would be any chance
for you to read this letter,
but still, I'm not losing
hope. Just like I haven't
lost hope of holding you in my hands again. Maybe
when you read this letter I
will no longer exist in this
world. The same world
where I've met a special girl
like you, and have grown to love you. But please,
don't ever think I have
ever stopped loving you,
cause I have not. My body
may have given up, but my
mind and heart endlessly loving you. And if am ever
given the chance in our
next life, it will still be you
who I'll choose to love. I'll
treasure that one night we
spent together. Even if it was the last time, I'm
happy that I was able to
show my love for you. And
even if it was the last time,
I'm thankful that you let
me think that you feel the same way I do. I love you
now and I will love you
forever.
Only yours,
Harry
~~~~~~~~~~~
A year had passed. Everyone already moved on, but not her. Not a single second she thought of moving on. She worked, eat, sleep, and just talked when someone was talking to her. She acted like a normal human, but she's dead inside, like a living corpse. The thought that he was totally gone, and it's because of her, hold her from moving on. She blame herself that she lost the only man she loved, that her child lost his father, and that everyone lost a very good friend.
Then one day when she was about to gave up, someone unexpected opened her eyes into the reality, and took her out of the darkness of being in denial.
"Potter really made a big mistake when he chose to love someone like you. Such a selfish, hopeless woman," said the voice beside him full of disgust.
Hermione was fully aware who's voice was that. "Don't talk like you know everything Malfoy, cause you don't," she spat.
"Ofcourse i do. I do know a lot more, than you do Granger," he said sharply
Hermione glared at him.
"You've been gone for almost five years, do you really expect everything would stay the same, as it was when you runaway?" he asked mocking. Hermione opened her mouth, but close it again, as she can't find the right words to say.
"I and Potter, including you and Weasley, we were enemies before at Hogwarts, but it's funny, that when everyone loses hope and left Potter, it was me who stood beside him till the end. How ironic isn't it?" his lips curled a weak smile. Hermione was surprised in that piece of information
"For five years, we haven't done anything but just searched, searched for someone who doesn't really wanted to be found. Poor Potter he loves someone like you, and died loving a girl who didn't even bother about her own child just because she was too selfish, and just think about her own pain-"
"Stop it!" she yelled angrily cutting him off.
But Draco didn't bother. "Your selfish Granger," he shouted just as angry. "You just care about your own feelings, your pain, your suffering, your sorrow. You just care only about yourself. Move on Granger, this world isn't just about you and your selfishness. You still have your family, your friends, and your son. Do you think Harry would be happy to see you like that? Your not just waisting your own life, but also the life of your's and Harry's child," he snapped.
Hermione was taken aback as reality hit her. All of a sudden tears pour down from her eyes. Just then she realized he was right. Harry wouldn't be happy to see them like this. Maybe it's really time to moved on, but it doesn't mean that she'll forget Harry, cause she don't. Harry will always have a special place in her heart.