Hey. I know this is the first note I have done on this story. Sorry for interrupting. Just wanted to say this takes place in sixth year. Okay, enjoy.
"I am sorry, you know."
"I know."
"...I didn't mean to hurt you."
"I know."
"I just couldn't deal with it anymore- if you say I know one more time!"
"...I know"
WACK!
"Hey!"
"I did warn you Harry," she said with a small grin. But her face returned to a serious tone as she approached the subject. "I couldn't do it anymore… it was not a relationship. It was two friends that held hands." Her eyes seemed regretful. He looked down and away.
"It's not like I didn't want to do more Hermione. I just can't." She reached out and touched his gloved hand. Ripping it away he hissed in contempt, "These glimpses. I can't touch anyone without seeing their whole lives flash before my eyes. How could I watch you die everytime we kiss? How could I even try?"
Her hand fell away again, back to her lap. He did not blame her.
"I hope to be friends again. If you'd still have me as one." Her voice was smooth and sad and altogether too wonderful for him. Forcing himself, he looked up into her deep brown eyes.
"I would like that."