" Harry … I love you. "
" I Love you too Hermione. Now get some more rest while I go find Ron and make up some excuse for ditching him last night. "
When Harry said he loved me he didn't mean it the way I did. He meant he loved me as a best friend maybe a sister, but that's all I will ever be to him. The best friend. The sister. I will never be the one he loves not that it matters because I'm dying anyways. Do I want Harry to love me back ? The truth is no that would be one more thing I know I'm going to leave . Harry's love. Plus I don't know if Harry could handle another loved one dying. I guess it's better if we just stay friends. Maybe it would be better if I shut him out. Maybe it's best if I shut everyone out.
When the holidays come around I go home instead of the burrow . Everything is different this year I know my time with the family is limited especially because of school. I spend the whole holidays with my family trying to soak up every minute knowing very well this is one of the last times I'll see them. Maybe even the last depending on how things go. I sit at the table eating for maybe the last time . I'm set to go back to school in three hours.
" Hermione, I still think you should stay home. " My mother pleads once again.
" Mum, we've been through this I want to finish school. "
" You could finish High School here. Instead of finishing at Hogwarts. "
" I'm a witch. Witches just don't go to High School when they can get a magic education. "
" I don't understand why. "
" You wouldn't. " I push away from the table and go up to my room, where I magically lock my door and make it sound proof. I sit on my bed and begin to cry. I mean really cry. I don't remember ever crying this hard. I very rarely cry. I didn't even cry the day I was told I was dying, maybe I was too numb to cry then. I'm still numb. I feel all alone in the world and I know it's stupid because I have a lot of people who love me.
I feel like I'm letting all the tears I've ever held out. Like I'm crying for all the times I've never let myself cry. I feel like it's all crashing down. Like my whole world is falling apart. For the first time I feel like I'm dying.
When I get to the platform people I've never seen before point at me, I'm pretty use to this being the best friend of The boy who lived but today something seems different. I'm trying to figure out what'd different when I notice one of them is holding a book. My book. There is no way all of these people have read my book. No way.
That's when I hear a familiar voice call my name and I turn to see Harry. I run to him and hug him afraid to let go, afraid we will disappear. I can hear people whispering and I know it's about us but I don't care. Harry's here, my Harry. And the fact that I was crying my eyes out three hours ago slips my mind.
" Did you have a happy Christmas ? " he asks
" No. My mother kept making a huge fuss about me coming back, saying I should just stay home. "
" And how'd you convince her to let you ? "
" I told her I wanted to finish school. " I haven't told Harry about the list I figure if I did he would want to know what's on it. And I can't tell him. Of course that would make number one I whole lot easier. But still he doesn't need to know.
" She dropped it just like that ? "
" No she said I could go to Muggle school. "
" Oh. We should probably go find a compartment. "
" Ya we probably should. "
We find a compartment at the end of the train and we are joined by Luna not even five minutes later.
" Hello Hermione, Harry. " She says when she opens the compartment door. " May I join you ? "
" Of course you can Luna. " I say. " Right ? Harry. " After all Luna has done for me she shouldn't need to ask. After three years of us being friends she should know she's welcome.
" Luna your always welcome to sit with us. " Harry says almost as if reading my mind.
" Where's Ronald ? " She asks.
" No clue. I haven't seen him. " I know very well that Luna fancies Ron. She told me so back in October when she spent the night in the heads common room.
" I'm sure he'll show up eventually " Harry adds.
Which makes me wonder if he over heard Luna telling me or if he figured out himself. Can he tell when someone fancies someone else. Does he know I fancy him ? Does he think that it's weird. But then I remember that it's possible that he doesn't know that Luna fancies Ron and he just said that in a matter of fact kind of way.
It isn't until the opening feast that I find out what people were whispering and pointing about. It turns out I was crazy about the book thing. Several people have come up to me asking about it. Asking Harry about it.
That's when Harry decides to ask " You wrote a book on our journeys ? "
" Well .. I .. I wanted … something to do. " I stutter. " If I knew you'd get mad I wouldn't have. "
" I'm not mad. I just wish you told me. I could have help. "
" Sorry. " I never once thought about asking Harry to help. And I could have without once mentioning the list.
" It's okay. "
When I crawl into bed I have a lot to think about. Mostly just the day. The long eventful day. The whispers, the wondering, Harry, School , my Mother, my book, my classmates , classes , life. So many thoughts that I figure I will never sleep.
Before I finally drift off my final thought is about how in a way I've completed number two. I'm known for not only being The boy who lived best friend but now I'm also known for writing the stories of the events that have happen since his first year. I am known for being an author.