Think what you want to think. This goes with another story that I wrote that I haven't posted. In it Harry searches for Hermione and yada yada.
No one knows what I did. She's Harry Potter's best friend. That's the biggest lie I've ever told. Yeah, she's just my friend. It was never that simple.
She never knew the meaning of the lie. For a few minutes there was a glimpse of something more. A small opening of fate or destiny, whatever you will, that showed us a happy life.
Perfection. I had felt it with her in my arms. Her soft full lips had been on mine. I actually held her pouty full bottom lip between mine. She even sighed as her arms encircled my neck where her fingers embedded in my hair. We were both feeling the same thing.
It's hard to believe that I could be on the same wavelength as some one as brilliant as she. Still the sigh told me she knew it too. It had taken far too long.
Unfortunately I don't get a happy ending. I've lost so much in my life. Destroying the evil from the world obviously doesn't mean I deserve anything.
Like the happiness I experienced what happened, to destroy me, was quick. It was stupid too! I was playing the role of hero as usual. Screaming at her I told her she wasn't coming along. Voldermort was gone but Death Eaters continued to linger. She would have nothing to worry about at my side.
I did what she feared most and broke into her insecurities. At the top of my lungs I bellowed out all the things she didn't want to hear. I told her things I could never repeat out loud although they ring in my ears. Like the 'best friend' I reinforced everything she feared were true. Merlin, I told her I didn't think her brain was sexy! That it's unattractive to be second-guessed and corrected all the time. And that a know-it-all woman is everything but sexy.
Didn't she know I was lying? She's saved ours- mine- butts so many times. I wanted her to see right through me. She could always read me. This time she hadn't. Maybe seeing through my lies would have been easy if her eyes weren't filled tears.
She disapparted out of her apartment and out of my life after that. There's no more best friend to rely on. Of course I still have Ron but this is different. She had been my one happy thought that I held close.
A stranger had been the one to whisper the horrid truth. Someone that knew neither of us dared to tell me what I always feared.
I denied it of course and still do. Why shouldn't I?! Where's the proof?! Where's the body?! Until the day I see the proof I'm not going to believe.
'Hermione Granger is dead."