Never Hope
This is yet another small HP ficlet that I wrote while watching Canterbury Tales. When I wrote it I thought of it as Hermione's last-ditch attempt to stop Harry going to Voldemort, but it could be Harry just walking out of her life forever. Anyone wants to use it, go ahead, but email me, like the lovely Atticus Slain did when she got an idea from Blood Ice. Thank you! Sorry if I'm rambling, I just woke up 5 minutes ago. Please Review.
'You're going?' Hermione asked plaintively as Harry got up from the bed and started hunting for his clothes.
'Of course,' he answered, pulling on his trousers.
'But I hoped that.' Hermione trailed off. Harry stopped dressing and walked over to the bed where she sat with the duvet wrapped around her.
'Hermione, love, what did you hope?'
'I hoped that, that.' she trailed off, trying not to cry. 'I hoped that if I showed you how much I love you, how much you mean to me, that maybe you wouldn't leave,' she ended quietly. To her annoyance, a single tear slipped from her eye. She angrily brushed it away.
'Oh, my darling, that was your mistake.' Hermione looked at him in confusion. 'You hoped. Darling, you should never hope. If you hope, you always wait for the hope to be realised. You live with this hope that can never come true, and it festers inside you, turning your heart and soul black. My love, hope destroys everything in the end. It is hope that keeps armies from charging to victory, hope that makes the midwife save the mother or the babe, not both. It is hope that keeps secret lovers away from each other. I gave up hoping long ago.' He kissed away the tears that were flowing freely down her face. 'Hermione, my beautiful angel, never hope. You will only destroy yourself, and I couldn't bear for that to happen.'
'Then don't leave me,' Hermione whimpered.
'Angel, I have to. You knew that, and yet you hoped. You shouldn't hope my darling, never hope.' He leaned his head against her neck and Hermione suddenly realised that he was crying too. 'I'm going now, precious. Please don't hope that I'll come back.' He kissed her, longingly and desperately, trying to cling to her as long as he could. She could taste salt from both their tears on his lips. Finally he drew away from her. 'I love you, Hermione. Never forget that, and never hope.'
'I love you,' she whispered. He kissed her one last time before leaving the room, never once looking over his shoulder.
This is yet another small HP ficlet that I wrote while watching Canterbury Tales. When I wrote it I thought of it as Hermione's last-ditch attempt to stop Harry going to Voldemort, but it could be Harry just walking out of her life forever. Anyone wants to use it, go ahead, but email me, like the lovely Atticus Slain did when she got an idea from Blood Ice. Thank you! Sorry if I'm rambling, I just woke up 5 minutes ago. Please Review.
'You're going?' Hermione asked plaintively as Harry got up from the bed and started hunting for his clothes.
'Of course,' he answered, pulling on his trousers.
'But I hoped that.' Hermione trailed off. Harry stopped dressing and walked over to the bed where she sat with the duvet wrapped around her.
'Hermione, love, what did you hope?'
'I hoped that, that.' she trailed off, trying not to cry. 'I hoped that if I showed you how much I love you, how much you mean to me, that maybe you wouldn't leave,' she ended quietly. To her annoyance, a single tear slipped from her eye. She angrily brushed it away.
'Oh, my darling, that was your mistake.' Hermione looked at him in confusion. 'You hoped. Darling, you should never hope. If you hope, you always wait for the hope to be realised. You live with this hope that can never come true, and it festers inside you, turning your heart and soul black. My love, hope destroys everything in the end. It is hope that keeps armies from charging to victory, hope that makes the midwife save the mother or the babe, not both. It is hope that keeps secret lovers away from each other. I gave up hoping long ago.' He kissed away the tears that were flowing freely down her face. 'Hermione, my beautiful angel, never hope. You will only destroy yourself, and I couldn't bear for that to happen.'
'Then don't leave me,' Hermione whimpered.
'Angel, I have to. You knew that, and yet you hoped. You shouldn't hope my darling, never hope.' He leaned his head against her neck and Hermione suddenly realised that he was crying too. 'I'm going now, precious. Please don't hope that I'll come back.' He kissed her, longingly and desperately, trying to cling to her as long as he could. She could taste salt from both their tears on his lips. Finally he drew away from her. 'I love you, Hermione. Never forget that, and never hope.'
'I love you,' she whispered. He kissed her one last time before leaving the room, never once looking over his shoulder.