Author's note: This is the first fanfic that I've written, so I'm a little unsure about if I like it or not. So I REALLY want feedback on this. Good or bad. Just please say it nicely. Thank you so much to everyone who has already reveiwed it.
Disclaimer: None of these people are mine, they are all J.K Rowling's. The song belongs to Brad O'Donnell and is called Things I Cannot Say, it comes off of his wife's album, that I totally love, called A Scrapbook of Sorts. I'm just borrowing it all. Everything that isn't theirs is mine, and I'd be happier if you didn't take it. Thanks.
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A Scrapbook of Sorts Part 2
Harry stood looking at the closed door. "Have I really treated her that way?" he said to himself. "I must have really ticked her off for her to walk away like that. She wouldn't even listen to what I had to say after that."
Meanwhile Hermione was in the kitchen putting dinner on the table. "He says he is sorry, yeah right." She muttered as she slammed bowls down on the table. Deep inside she wanted to walk back out to where Harry was, let him hold her, and cry. That was what she had always done when she was hurt. But things were different this time. Having Harry say those things made it a whole different story. He had hurt her, and she wouldn't go to him, and she wouldn't forgive him. To have one of the people, maybe even the person, that she loved the most, say those things to her-- she wouldn't forgive him. It hurt her pride too much. Hermione thought with a bitter heart.
All this time Ron, Fred, George and Ginny were talking in the living room. After awhile Ginny realized that Harry and Hermione had been gone for quite some time. "Where did The Hs get to?" Ginny often called the pair this.
"Well, by the sounds of things I think that Herm is getting the last things ready for dinner." Ron said.
"I'll bet you that Harry is there too." said Fred, lowering his voice, "They seem to be sticking closer together a lot more lately. It seems to me that they have something more then a friendship going."
Everyone nodded in agreement. "I really hope that they end up together," Ron said, "They are perfect for each other. They always get along so well."
Just then Hermione walked in. Her normally happy face was downcast. "Time to eat." She said, and walked out.
"Golly, what has gotten into her?" George asked.
"Who knows." Ron said as they walked into the kitchen. When they got there, Harry was nowhere to be seen. "Where did Harry get to?" Ron asked Hermione. "Would you like me to tell him that it is time to eat?"
"I guess so." she replyed without looking up. "I think that he is on the front porch."
Ron got up and walked to the front porch. There he found Harry, his jaw clenched, still staring at the door. "Harry, dinner time."
"Huh? What did you say?" Harry's head jerked up.
"I said that it is dinner time. What is wrong Harry?"
"Nothing," Harry lied. "I guess we better to get dinner before Hermione gets upset." He pushed the door open. Ron grabbed his arm and stopped him.
"Hermione already is upset. What happened?"
"Nothing, I'll tell you about it later." Harry pulled his arm free, and walked inside.
* * *
Harry and Ron sat down at the table. Harry glanced around. Fred and George were discussing the latest Quiddich game that they had seen. Ginny was talking to Hermione. "What is wrong Herm?" She asked. Hermione shook her head slightly.
"Later." She look across the table and saw that everyone was seated. "Fred, will you say grace?" Normally she asked Harry to do that.
"Sure thing." Fred said. Everyone bowed their heads while Fred asked the blessing.
When he was done Hermion took her wand and used magic to pour steaming chicken soup into everyone's bowls. Ginny passed the bread around and everyone started eating.
"So..." Ron said, trying to break the silence, "Did anything exciting happen at the shop today?"
"Not really," George said "Things were quite busy, I'm glad that this isn't a Hogsmeade Weekend for the Hogwarts students. (Third year and older students were allowed to come to Hogsmeade some weekends, Fred and George only opened the shop for those weekends.) I want to get some extra stuff done in the lab tomorrow." Fred had turned a small room off the shop into an inventing lab. He did most of the inventing work, while George kept track of the store, but George had some pet projects that he liked to work on in his free time. "I'm getting close to being done with my latest invention." George continued.
"What are you working on now?" Ginny asked. "Or is it a secret?"
"No, you can come over tomorrow and I'll show you what it is. I'll even let you try it if you want." He said as if offering her candy.
"I don't know if I trust you that much." Ginny said laughing. "I remember how you kindly gave Dudley Dursley that Ten Ton Toffee. That was pretty mean of you. But it sure was funny! And you have made some pretty good sweets."
"So Ron," Ginny asked, "Are you still working on those plants that you were experementing with?" Ron's pet hobby was enchating and creating plants that grew bigger and better fruits and flowers. He had the gardens around Bryncarin in splended order, filled with wonderful flowers and shurbs.
"Yeah, I'm still working on that everbearing strawberry tree. I've gotten a pretty big tree to grow. But something went wrong and all the plants are infested with slugs. No matter what I do I can't get rid of them. I may have to burn all these plants and start all over again."
"So are the strawberrys tasty?"
"Well most of them have been devoured before I get a chance to taste them. As soon as I get rid of these slugs I'll really get to find out."
They continued to converse until everyone had finished their meal. Hermione just sat there through it all, eating her soup. Every so often she would look around at everyone around the table. Once she looked at Harry and caught him looking at her, she expected him to look away, but he didn't. The sat looking at each other across the table. Harry shot a pleading look at her. "Come on Hermione," he thought "Quit being so pigheaded." Hermione understood the look, she shook her head "no" at him, and went back to her soup.
* * *
After dinner Fred volenteered to clean up and wash the dishes, Harry went to help him. George and Ron went into the livingroom for a game of Wizard Chess. Ginny grabbed Hermione and took her upsatirs into her bedroom. Ginny flopped down onto Hermione's bed, and pulled her down beside her.
"Ok, Hermione Ann Granger, tell me what is wrong."
"I don't want to talk about it."
"You know you can trust me. Did Harry upset you?"
"Yes." Hermione said, her voice cracking.
"Tell me about it, or I'll have to use a Truthfullness Spell. Tell me what Harry said to upset you so much."
"H-he." Hermion stuttered. Then everything came pouring out in a hurry. "I asked him to not be so late for dinner again, and he just blew up. Said that I shouldn't talk to him, and that "he didn't need a mother, all he asked me here for is to cook and clean"." By this time tears were running down her face. "Our friendship doesn't mean anything to him anymore. Just when I thought that he might feel a little more then friendship. He doesn't ever realize how much he hurt me. He doesn't even care. He doesn't care about me, he doesn't realize how much I love him. Oh Ginny, it hurts so much." Hermione broke down and started sobbing. She took a pillow from beside her and burried her head in it. Ginny put an arm around her and held her.
"Oh Herm, I know how that can hurt. Didn't he apoligize?"
"Yes," she said slowly, "He did try. But I wouldn't let him. I'm not going to let him talk to me like that, and then decide he didn't mean it five minuites later."
"Hermione, let him apoligize. Forgive him. The reason that you are so hurt by it is that you love him. I don't think that is going to change because of this. You are still going to love him. The sooner you make up the sooner you can move on in your relationship."
"He hurt me too much. I won't do that." Hermione lay crying.
"Hermione, you love him. You know that. You have been friends since you were eleven, and you know that things were starting to go further, and changing to more then friends. It is plain to see that he cares a lot about you. I'm sure that you hurt him a lot too. Just because he doesn't outwardly show it, doesn't mean it isn't there. He deals with his hurt differently. Just give him a chance." With this Ginny gave Hermione a pat on the back and left the room. Hermione lay and cried herself to sleep.
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When Ginny got downstairs, the dishes were done and everyone was in the living room playing Exploding Snap. Ginny sat in an empty easy chair across the room from them. She watched the game until she got bored, then picked up a photo album and started looking at the photos. A good lot of them were photos that Colin Creevy had taken and given to them. She laughed as she saw one of Harry and Professor Lockhart. And the Quiddich photos. There were photos of Harry, Hermione and Ron at their graduation, they all looked so happy together. Arms around each other, smiling and laughing. And Harry and Hermione after the Graduation Dance. Though they hadn't gone together, but they had a photo taken afterwards. Boy, they looked spectacular together. Hermione in her red gown, and Harry in his tux. If only... Ginny sighed. All the photos brought back so many memories. She continued to look at the photos until the boys were done with their game.
"I think that we'd better get home." Fred said, yawning. "I'm tired."
"Sounds good to me." George said. "Ginny? Where are you going to stay?"
"I'm not sure. I didn't get a chance to ask Herm if I could stay up with her."
"If you want, you can stay here in the den tonight." Harry offered, "And then you will be around to visit Herm in the morning."
"Ok. That works. Goodnight Fred, George."
"Night you guys." Fred and George said as they let themselves out.
"I think I'll turn in too." Ron said, giving his sister a hug. "Night Gin, good to have you here. Night Harry." Ron left the room and went upstairs to bed.
"How is Herm?" Harry asked Ginny as soon as Ron had left.
"She is mad and hurt," Ginny told him. "How did this all happen? She only told me a bit."
"Well," Harry said, "I had a bad day. I was crabby. She said something that annoyed me, and I blew up. We both said things that we shouldn't have. I tried to apologize, but she wouldn't listen. She just walked away."
"I'm sorry Harry." Ginny said sympathetically. "Just let her sleep on it." She advised. "Well, I've gotta get a bit of work done before I hit the sack."
"Do you need any sheets or blankets?" Harry asked.
"I know where everything is. Thanks."
"Goodnight Ginny."
"'Night Harry."
Ginny disappeared into the den. Harry straightened up a few things around the living room. Then he went upstairs into his room. He got ready for bed and climbed into his bed. As he lay trying to sleep, Hermione's words ran through his head. "Do all these years of friendship mean nothing to you?"
"Oh Hermione." he thought. "If only you knew how much it means to me. If only you would let me tell you how much it means."
* * *
Hermione woke after a few hours of good sleep. She went downstairs to see if anybody was still up. She found the lights still on, and nobody up. Ginny was asleep on her hide-a-bed, with books and papers all around her. Hermione tiptoed in and turned the light out. Then she walked out to the back porch. She stood leaning on the railing. She bent over to smell the roses on the giant bush that Ron had planted there. She stood looking out across the garden. Harry's words came flooding back to her. "The only reason I asked you here was to cook and clean." Oh, it hurt so much. Then she remembered what Ginny had told her. She heard the words echoing in her head, 'The only reason you are so mad at him is that you love him.' I love him. 'That isn't ever going to change.' "No it won't. I'll always love him. But will he ever love me?" Hermione thought. "Will he ever love me in the way that I love him? There have been so many times when I thought he loved me, when I thought there was something more then a friendship happening."
There were so many little things that he had done, just little things that made her think he cared. She held these things deep in her heart. But tonight those hopes had been dashed. After those things that he had said, she knew he couldn't care. Hermione stood leaning on the railing. She tried to hold back the tears, but she couldn't. She started crying loudly.
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Disclaimer: None of these people are mine, they are all J.K Rowling's. The song belongs to Brad O'Donnell and is called Things I Cannot Say, it comes off of his wife's album, that I totally love, called A Scrapbook of Sorts. I'm just borrowing it all. Everything that isn't theirs is mine, and I'd be happier if you didn't take it. Thanks.
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A Scrapbook of Sorts Part 2
Harry stood looking at the closed door. "Have I really treated her that way?" he said to himself. "I must have really ticked her off for her to walk away like that. She wouldn't even listen to what I had to say after that."
Meanwhile Hermione was in the kitchen putting dinner on the table. "He says he is sorry, yeah right." She muttered as she slammed bowls down on the table. Deep inside she wanted to walk back out to where Harry was, let him hold her, and cry. That was what she had always done when she was hurt. But things were different this time. Having Harry say those things made it a whole different story. He had hurt her, and she wouldn't go to him, and she wouldn't forgive him. To have one of the people, maybe even the person, that she loved the most, say those things to her-- she wouldn't forgive him. It hurt her pride too much. Hermione thought with a bitter heart.
All this time Ron, Fred, George and Ginny were talking in the living room. After awhile Ginny realized that Harry and Hermione had been gone for quite some time. "Where did The Hs get to?" Ginny often called the pair this.
"Well, by the sounds of things I think that Herm is getting the last things ready for dinner." Ron said.
"I'll bet you that Harry is there too." said Fred, lowering his voice, "They seem to be sticking closer together a lot more lately. It seems to me that they have something more then a friendship going."
Everyone nodded in agreement. "I really hope that they end up together," Ron said, "They are perfect for each other. They always get along so well."
Just then Hermione walked in. Her normally happy face was downcast. "Time to eat." She said, and walked out.
"Golly, what has gotten into her?" George asked.
"Who knows." Ron said as they walked into the kitchen. When they got there, Harry was nowhere to be seen. "Where did Harry get to?" Ron asked Hermione. "Would you like me to tell him that it is time to eat?"
"I guess so." she replyed without looking up. "I think that he is on the front porch."
Ron got up and walked to the front porch. There he found Harry, his jaw clenched, still staring at the door. "Harry, dinner time."
"Huh? What did you say?" Harry's head jerked up.
"I said that it is dinner time. What is wrong Harry?"
"Nothing," Harry lied. "I guess we better to get dinner before Hermione gets upset." He pushed the door open. Ron grabbed his arm and stopped him.
"Hermione already is upset. What happened?"
"Nothing, I'll tell you about it later." Harry pulled his arm free, and walked inside.
* * *
Harry and Ron sat down at the table. Harry glanced around. Fred and George were discussing the latest Quiddich game that they had seen. Ginny was talking to Hermione. "What is wrong Herm?" She asked. Hermione shook her head slightly.
"Later." She look across the table and saw that everyone was seated. "Fred, will you say grace?" Normally she asked Harry to do that.
"Sure thing." Fred said. Everyone bowed their heads while Fred asked the blessing.
When he was done Hermion took her wand and used magic to pour steaming chicken soup into everyone's bowls. Ginny passed the bread around and everyone started eating.
"So..." Ron said, trying to break the silence, "Did anything exciting happen at the shop today?"
"Not really," George said "Things were quite busy, I'm glad that this isn't a Hogsmeade Weekend for the Hogwarts students. (Third year and older students were allowed to come to Hogsmeade some weekends, Fred and George only opened the shop for those weekends.) I want to get some extra stuff done in the lab tomorrow." Fred had turned a small room off the shop into an inventing lab. He did most of the inventing work, while George kept track of the store, but George had some pet projects that he liked to work on in his free time. "I'm getting close to being done with my latest invention." George continued.
"What are you working on now?" Ginny asked. "Or is it a secret?"
"No, you can come over tomorrow and I'll show you what it is. I'll even let you try it if you want." He said as if offering her candy.
"I don't know if I trust you that much." Ginny said laughing. "I remember how you kindly gave Dudley Dursley that Ten Ton Toffee. That was pretty mean of you. But it sure was funny! And you have made some pretty good sweets."
"So Ron," Ginny asked, "Are you still working on those plants that you were experementing with?" Ron's pet hobby was enchating and creating plants that grew bigger and better fruits and flowers. He had the gardens around Bryncarin in splended order, filled with wonderful flowers and shurbs.
"Yeah, I'm still working on that everbearing strawberry tree. I've gotten a pretty big tree to grow. But something went wrong and all the plants are infested with slugs. No matter what I do I can't get rid of them. I may have to burn all these plants and start all over again."
"So are the strawberrys tasty?"
"Well most of them have been devoured before I get a chance to taste them. As soon as I get rid of these slugs I'll really get to find out."
They continued to converse until everyone had finished their meal. Hermione just sat there through it all, eating her soup. Every so often she would look around at everyone around the table. Once she looked at Harry and caught him looking at her, she expected him to look away, but he didn't. The sat looking at each other across the table. Harry shot a pleading look at her. "Come on Hermione," he thought "Quit being so pigheaded." Hermione understood the look, she shook her head "no" at him, and went back to her soup.
* * *
After dinner Fred volenteered to clean up and wash the dishes, Harry went to help him. George and Ron went into the livingroom for a game of Wizard Chess. Ginny grabbed Hermione and took her upsatirs into her bedroom. Ginny flopped down onto Hermione's bed, and pulled her down beside her.
"Ok, Hermione Ann Granger, tell me what is wrong."
"I don't want to talk about it."
"You know you can trust me. Did Harry upset you?"
"Yes." Hermione said, her voice cracking.
"Tell me about it, or I'll have to use a Truthfullness Spell. Tell me what Harry said to upset you so much."
"H-he." Hermion stuttered. Then everything came pouring out in a hurry. "I asked him to not be so late for dinner again, and he just blew up. Said that I shouldn't talk to him, and that "he didn't need a mother, all he asked me here for is to cook and clean"." By this time tears were running down her face. "Our friendship doesn't mean anything to him anymore. Just when I thought that he might feel a little more then friendship. He doesn't ever realize how much he hurt me. He doesn't even care. He doesn't care about me, he doesn't realize how much I love him. Oh Ginny, it hurts so much." Hermione broke down and started sobbing. She took a pillow from beside her and burried her head in it. Ginny put an arm around her and held her.
"Oh Herm, I know how that can hurt. Didn't he apoligize?"
"Yes," she said slowly, "He did try. But I wouldn't let him. I'm not going to let him talk to me like that, and then decide he didn't mean it five minuites later."
"Hermione, let him apoligize. Forgive him. The reason that you are so hurt by it is that you love him. I don't think that is going to change because of this. You are still going to love him. The sooner you make up the sooner you can move on in your relationship."
"He hurt me too much. I won't do that." Hermione lay crying.
"Hermione, you love him. You know that. You have been friends since you were eleven, and you know that things were starting to go further, and changing to more then friends. It is plain to see that he cares a lot about you. I'm sure that you hurt him a lot too. Just because he doesn't outwardly show it, doesn't mean it isn't there. He deals with his hurt differently. Just give him a chance." With this Ginny gave Hermione a pat on the back and left the room. Hermione lay and cried herself to sleep.
* * *
When Ginny got downstairs, the dishes were done and everyone was in the living room playing Exploding Snap. Ginny sat in an empty easy chair across the room from them. She watched the game until she got bored, then picked up a photo album and started looking at the photos. A good lot of them were photos that Colin Creevy had taken and given to them. She laughed as she saw one of Harry and Professor Lockhart. And the Quiddich photos. There were photos of Harry, Hermione and Ron at their graduation, they all looked so happy together. Arms around each other, smiling and laughing. And Harry and Hermione after the Graduation Dance. Though they hadn't gone together, but they had a photo taken afterwards. Boy, they looked spectacular together. Hermione in her red gown, and Harry in his tux. If only... Ginny sighed. All the photos brought back so many memories. She continued to look at the photos until the boys were done with their game.
"I think that we'd better get home." Fred said, yawning. "I'm tired."
"Sounds good to me." George said. "Ginny? Where are you going to stay?"
"I'm not sure. I didn't get a chance to ask Herm if I could stay up with her."
"If you want, you can stay here in the den tonight." Harry offered, "And then you will be around to visit Herm in the morning."
"Ok. That works. Goodnight Fred, George."
"Night you guys." Fred and George said as they let themselves out.
"I think I'll turn in too." Ron said, giving his sister a hug. "Night Gin, good to have you here. Night Harry." Ron left the room and went upstairs to bed.
"How is Herm?" Harry asked Ginny as soon as Ron had left.
"She is mad and hurt," Ginny told him. "How did this all happen? She only told me a bit."
"Well," Harry said, "I had a bad day. I was crabby. She said something that annoyed me, and I blew up. We both said things that we shouldn't have. I tried to apologize, but she wouldn't listen. She just walked away."
"I'm sorry Harry." Ginny said sympathetically. "Just let her sleep on it." She advised. "Well, I've gotta get a bit of work done before I hit the sack."
"Do you need any sheets or blankets?" Harry asked.
"I know where everything is. Thanks."
"Goodnight Ginny."
"'Night Harry."
Ginny disappeared into the den. Harry straightened up a few things around the living room. Then he went upstairs into his room. He got ready for bed and climbed into his bed. As he lay trying to sleep, Hermione's words ran through his head. "Do all these years of friendship mean nothing to you?"
"Oh Hermione." he thought. "If only you knew how much it means to me. If only you would let me tell you how much it means."
* * *
Hermione woke after a few hours of good sleep. She went downstairs to see if anybody was still up. She found the lights still on, and nobody up. Ginny was asleep on her hide-a-bed, with books and papers all around her. Hermione tiptoed in and turned the light out. Then she walked out to the back porch. She stood leaning on the railing. She bent over to smell the roses on the giant bush that Ron had planted there. She stood looking out across the garden. Harry's words came flooding back to her. "The only reason I asked you here was to cook and clean." Oh, it hurt so much. Then she remembered what Ginny had told her. She heard the words echoing in her head, 'The only reason you are so mad at him is that you love him.' I love him. 'That isn't ever going to change.' "No it won't. I'll always love him. But will he ever love me?" Hermione thought. "Will he ever love me in the way that I love him? There have been so many times when I thought he loved me, when I thought there was something more then a friendship happening."
There were so many little things that he had done, just little things that made her think he cared. She held these things deep in her heart. But tonight those hopes had been dashed. After those things that he had said, she knew he couldn't care. Hermione stood leaning on the railing. She tried to hold back the tears, but she couldn't. She started crying loudly.
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