A/N: There it is, Chapter 6! Chapter 7 will be up very soon... Enjoy and please remember to review :)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, only in my wildest dream...
" Do it." Harry whispered. " Please..."
Whatever Ron's enduring right now, it's nothing compared to how Harry felt.
It's so damn confusing, he knew if he die right now, the world could at last went into peace, his conscious told him that he should right now accept his fate¡K But the other side, the selfish side of him is screaming to him, telling him that he very well know how he really feel.
He didn't want to die.
" Hermione..." he whispered. He missed her so much, her smile, her laugh, her everything.
Harry closed his eyes, You know what you want, Harry Potter, a voice said to him,
No matter how you hate to admit it, you're just a selfish little boy.
Ron's watching him, he knew how Harry felt, and he knew that deep down, Harry is afraid to die.
Why does he have to grow up so fast?
" Accio Wand!" Harry suddenly called, and his wand flew from Ron's hands to his own.
" What did you do that for?" Ron asked.
Harry looked down, gripping his wand tighter.
" Harry?"
" Tell Hermione that I love her." Harry said softly, and he disapparated.
" Wait!" Ron yelled, but he was already gone.
He sighed, and fell back to the couch.
He knew that it's his job to break the news to Hermione, to let her knew that Harry... Well...
It's going to be so damn hard.
If he tells Hermione that Harry's alive for real, and Hermione will sure go after him no matter what, and that means she'll continuing suffering from the pain of watching Harry disappear in front of her again.
He can't bear to see her broken hearted like that again.
Tell Hermione that I love her... Harry's voice rang in his head again.
He stared outside the window and saw the huge moon hanging on the sky, and he slowly remembered a face that he had long forgotten, the face of a girl that he once loved, but lost forever...
" What would you do if it was you?" He whispered.
*
Harry Potter apparated at the foot of the forest that his house is in, he leaned on the tree with his hand, panting like he has just finished a marathon.
You are a loser, Harry Potter, you're a sorry loser... He thought bitterly to himself.
He looked emptily at the direction of the cemetery, he felt so... weak.
Just as he turned the direction where his house was, he heard a swooshing sound just like someone had apparated, he turned back.
" Oh my dear god..."
*
At the worst time, Hermione Granger had decided to visit his grave.
Hermione stood there, petrified, as she saw the familiar figure standing just a few yards from her.
Harry closes his eyes as he thinks for something fast.
He came to two conclusions, run like bloody hell or stay.
Either way will be hard.
" Harry..." Hermione whispered.
Suddenly, Harry felt pain striking through his body, his heart feels like it's going to burst, and the burning feeling¡K
Not now¡K. He thought painfully. Not now, please¡K.
" Harry!"
" Hermione, no..." He managed to say.
Hermione stopped in her tracks, " Why...?"
Harry shakes his head.
She stared at the face she knew so well, the eyes she countless times lost herself into...
" At least please tell me if you're okay." She said quietly, tears falling from her eyes.
Harry winces at the sight of her tears, and cursed himself silently.
" I'm fine." He said, managing to smile. The pain was subsiding. " Please don't cry, Hermie..."
Hermione widen her eyes at the name Hermie, as if remembering something that she forgotten, and smiled. She remembered, it's the secret name he has for her, the name that only he knows and use.
She wouldn't allow anyone except Harry to use the name.
" That's my girl." He sighed as he saw Hermione's smile.
Just this once, Harry Potter, listen to your heart.
He look at Hermione's beautiful face, knowing that he couldn't resist his own feelings.
He walked slowly towards her, and she just stood there, fixing her eyes on his, he gave in to his most selfish desire....
He kissed her.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, only in my wildest dream...
" Do it." Harry whispered. " Please..."
Whatever Ron's enduring right now, it's nothing compared to how Harry felt.
It's so damn confusing, he knew if he die right now, the world could at last went into peace, his conscious told him that he should right now accept his fate¡K But the other side, the selfish side of him is screaming to him, telling him that he very well know how he really feel.
He didn't want to die.
" Hermione..." he whispered. He missed her so much, her smile, her laugh, her everything.
Harry closed his eyes, You know what you want, Harry Potter, a voice said to him,
No matter how you hate to admit it, you're just a selfish little boy.
Ron's watching him, he knew how Harry felt, and he knew that deep down, Harry is afraid to die.
Why does he have to grow up so fast?
" Accio Wand!" Harry suddenly called, and his wand flew from Ron's hands to his own.
" What did you do that for?" Ron asked.
Harry looked down, gripping his wand tighter.
" Harry?"
" Tell Hermione that I love her." Harry said softly, and he disapparated.
" Wait!" Ron yelled, but he was already gone.
He sighed, and fell back to the couch.
He knew that it's his job to break the news to Hermione, to let her knew that Harry... Well...
It's going to be so damn hard.
If he tells Hermione that Harry's alive for real, and Hermione will sure go after him no matter what, and that means she'll continuing suffering from the pain of watching Harry disappear in front of her again.
He can't bear to see her broken hearted like that again.
Tell Hermione that I love her... Harry's voice rang in his head again.
He stared outside the window and saw the huge moon hanging on the sky, and he slowly remembered a face that he had long forgotten, the face of a girl that he once loved, but lost forever...
" What would you do if it was you?" He whispered.
*
Harry Potter apparated at the foot of the forest that his house is in, he leaned on the tree with his hand, panting like he has just finished a marathon.
You are a loser, Harry Potter, you're a sorry loser... He thought bitterly to himself.
He looked emptily at the direction of the cemetery, he felt so... weak.
Just as he turned the direction where his house was, he heard a swooshing sound just like someone had apparated, he turned back.
" Oh my dear god..."
*
At the worst time, Hermione Granger had decided to visit his grave.
Hermione stood there, petrified, as she saw the familiar figure standing just a few yards from her.
Harry closes his eyes as he thinks for something fast.
He came to two conclusions, run like bloody hell or stay.
Either way will be hard.
" Harry..." Hermione whispered.
Suddenly, Harry felt pain striking through his body, his heart feels like it's going to burst, and the burning feeling¡K
Not now¡K. He thought painfully. Not now, please¡K.
" Harry!"
" Hermione, no..." He managed to say.
Hermione stopped in her tracks, " Why...?"
Harry shakes his head.
She stared at the face she knew so well, the eyes she countless times lost herself into...
" At least please tell me if you're okay." She said quietly, tears falling from her eyes.
Harry winces at the sight of her tears, and cursed himself silently.
" I'm fine." He said, managing to smile. The pain was subsiding. " Please don't cry, Hermie..."
Hermione widen her eyes at the name Hermie, as if remembering something that she forgotten, and smiled. She remembered, it's the secret name he has for her, the name that only he knows and use.
She wouldn't allow anyone except Harry to use the name.
" That's my girl." He sighed as he saw Hermione's smile.
Just this once, Harry Potter, listen to your heart.
He look at Hermione's beautiful face, knowing that he couldn't resist his own feelings.
He walked slowly towards her, and she just stood there, fixing her eyes on his, he gave in to his most selfish desire....
He kissed her.