AN: This was never an oneshot, never will be. That would be too sad if it would. Reviews would be SOO much appreciated! Pretty please? How many T/Hr shippers are out there?

She was not acting normally. She had gotten used to him, she gotten used to being a pair, not only individual, bossy, Hermione Granger. He seemed to accept that since he did realize he had flaws, too, even though it was hard to admit for him.

Hermione trudged up to the common room wearily, casting glances at the people gloomily walking past her. She fell almost instantly onto her four-poster in a tangle of tears. She closed her eyes. She could have slept, but the minute the blackness of nothing filled her vision, she thought of him.

Such a lonely girl, such a lonely world, what had she done to make it like this? I'll return to you like I promised I would. Hermione thought carefully to herself. She could remember they're dreadful conversation the day he died like it was yesterday.

"We will see each other again."

"Yes. We will."

"I'll be counting the days."

At this moment, Hermione let a loud cry and half of a sob emit from her mouth helplessly. She was angry, too.

Hermione had let him slip away. She could have refused to kill him. She could have been persistent and firm, but the moment had been too heartbreaking. But now that it was broken, she felt depressed and nothing but resentment.

She was angry with herself for doing it. She was proud for being so unshakable in her decision, but now that was over.

She felt hate and love right next to her.

If only he didn't love me. If only he had only told me lies… It would make it so much easier…

She had been wondering if was there, still loving her. She had been wondering if he had only told her lies and words of praise to keep her at his mercy. But what would have been the point? It had all seemed so real. There was a hurricane, a blizzard, rain falling inside her head like a never-ending storm blowing inside her mind.

The rain was falling down as hard as ever on her head. She could almost feel the droplets trickling down her skin.

Hermione remembered those days when he was here, when she was in love, in happy, carefree, new person, love. She remembered them clearly.

And that's why she couldn't get over him.

He had left her. He had begged her to kill him, for him to be alone, because he always was independent. What would he want with a muggleborn, shy, bossy witch to be by his side who was fighting the evil and him doing the opposite.

Hermione had no more reason to live; she needed him by her side. He made her confident, he made her happy, he made her stronger, and more ready. Besides, she had never felt true love, and to love someone as impassive and emotionless as him was quite an achievement. How had she done it?

Surrounded by pain, this was her life. She had fallen for the worst person she could have chosen, which put her on the bad side for life. She called herself clever, yet she fell in trap made by herself to fall in love with the most malevolent, dark, and feared wizard out there, and now she had paid for it.

But Hermione remembered the line, she had used for years in her head: The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return.

No, it wasn't. She had probably been feeling guilty every time she had kissed him, fallen over and over in love with him, and melted into his arms.

I wish he would never have been born. Hermione wished desperately in her mind.

Maybe some dinner. Some late dinner.

She couldn't get over it. Not when the Slytherin banner soared over one of the houses and she felt a pang of guilt and regret, and when the silver snake billowing on the fabric seemed to hiss over at the Gryffindor table.

"I love you." She whispered, sending a shiver of cold up her spine. Couldn't she just live her life?

Not without him by here side, not anymore.

It was a time of cheerfulness. All the Death Eaters were either dead or in Azkaban. The world was gleeful, because as far as everyone knew, the Dark Lord was about to be caught. He was sighted in the mountains just one week ago, and the Aurors seemed to be hot on his trail. Even the Daily Prophet had kept quiet about cruel gossip, and the front pages filled with news about 'Evil is Coming to an End' and such other titles for reassuring messages about finding and killing You-Know-You at last, since he had weakened greatly due to his travels.

It was hard to believe, that this was less than three months ago from this dreary existence wizards and witches live in now.

Can't Get Over You

By: Groove Coverage

There's a never-ending storm blowing through the night

I feel love, I feel hate, right by my side

Feels like rain falling down, don't know what to do,

I remember those days, can't get over you

You decided to leave, told me nothing but lies

Got no reason to live, I need you by my side

There are so many things you didn't come up to

I'm surrounded by pain, can't get over you

So much time passing by, since you went away

I felt sun, touched the spring, and saw autumns gray.

Tears like rain falling down, don't know what to do

I remember those days, can't get over you.

So I'm still searching for a certain place to hide,

I feel love, I feel hate, there's no end in sight.

Most of all I can't wait, to come back to you

I'm surrounded by pain, can't get over you