Angel of Mine

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT, I REPEAT I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY EXCEPT THE PLOT! SO DON'T SUE ME AT ANY CHARGE. *innocently looks at you* continue reading ^-^

It was a sunny day, a cool breeze drifted through the windows of the empty Transfiguration classroom, causing Hermione Granger to shiver. It was cold for November, but she didn't care about the weather. She didn't move a muscle, or even to break the silence that hung between her and her best friend, Harry Potter. Harry shifted uncomfortably while Hermione just fixed her knee socks. Hermione was lost in her own thoughts of what used to be a friendship between them. She was trying hard to understand what went wrong. They started the 5th year so close, but in the end, the outcome was that they drifted apart. All she wanted now was an answer of what had gone wrong, and a guarantee that they were still best friends.

"What do you want me to say Herms?" asked Harry, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Well. I'm not sure." A lie, she knew exactly what she wanted him to say to her.

"I'm not denying that things haven't changed around us Herms, cause they have. I've changed, you've changed, we knew that this would happen." His beautiful emerald eyes looked at her, rueful.

"But. We were so close Harry," Hermione tried to reason.

"I know Herms, I know," he replied.

"Doesn't that mean anything to you? Anything at all? You mean so much to me!" she said.

"I know," he repeated to her.

"I still think you're my best friend," she said, her eyes suddenly went glassy.

He looked at her as she said that, and with a small grin he said, "Good."

"Well obviously you don't feel the same way," she told him, tears menacing to roll down.

He uttered not a single word.

She broke the silence. "I'm just going to have to give you some space. that what I can give you now."

"Right, whatever. I have to go know, Quidditch Practice." He just sauntered out of the room.

Hermione Granger, the smartest witch in her year, felt a tear rolling down her flushed cheek. She didn't care any more than to wipe it away, a tear was followed by another and another. The small wind was still coming through the window, brushing past her long legs. Her heart was in pain, it was broken. Memories of their once so perfect friendship floated through her head, one after another, like a movie. She gave into them, she sat down, just thinking of it.