And She Cried
By Funkiechick
(This is a one-shot with a little R/H, but mainly a friend fic between Harry, Ron and Hermione. It's kind of sad, but not enough to make you be like suicidal. So enjoy)
Everyone else had gone off to sleep, so the only ones left in the common room were Harry, Hermione and me. It wasn't like our usual common room chats, where we're laughing, or Herm and I are bickering with the chessplaying and studying...hell, nothing was the same anymore.
But we had still used the common room to be our place to relax and try to enjoy ourselves, despite everything that's going on. But now, just the three of us, we were silent. Hermione in the middle, Harry and I next to her on the couch. And somehow we were managing to confront all of the things that were happening, and that were going to happen, by saying nothing at all.
I glanced at Hermione, and noticed how tired she looked. How utterly exhausted she was. Out of the three of us, she had been the only one who hadn't gotten her feelings out. But that's just the way she is. Hermione doesn't cry, or shout, or yell. Not when she's really upset. She bottles it up, and throws it away, and then studies to her hearts content.
Harry was handling things exceptionally well, on the other hand. He had cried-I know, I was there, helping him out I guess- and gotten angry. He got out as much pain as possible so he could heal while he was facing all the danger.
I had screamed and yelled and cried when I was alone. I don't do that sort of thing around other people. But Harry knows I got it all out. I told him.
But Hermione hadn't.
She acted like she was fine, like she always does. She had a fake smile on her face that I could easily reconize. I can tell when she's happy and sad. I care about her. I mean, I care about her more than a friend, but I can't really do much about it right now. It's not the time. And I bloody wish it was because it's getting harder and harder not to kiss her and hold her. And she just has this dead look on her face all the time.
"Hermione?" I said. My voice sounded wrong against the penetrating silence that radiated through out the room. Harry looked up to. We made eye contact, and we both knew what I was about to do.
She looked up at me, and then over at Harry. I took one of her hands, and Harry took the other. He squeezed her hand lightly, and let go, but I still held on. And then I did something I really thought I wouldn't do. I pulled her towards me, and held her close.
"You're human Herm." Harry said. Harry lifted a hand, and settled it on her back, stroking her back softly.
"And you don't have to be strong all the time. You can't." I felt her shudder in my arms, and then her face burried closer into my shoulder, and we heard her let out a sob.
And then she cried.
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By Funkiechick
(This is a one-shot with a little R/H, but mainly a friend fic between Harry, Ron and Hermione. It's kind of sad, but not enough to make you be like suicidal. So enjoy)
Everyone else had gone off to sleep, so the only ones left in the common room were Harry, Hermione and me. It wasn't like our usual common room chats, where we're laughing, or Herm and I are bickering with the chessplaying and studying...hell, nothing was the same anymore.
But we had still used the common room to be our place to relax and try to enjoy ourselves, despite everything that's going on. But now, just the three of us, we were silent. Hermione in the middle, Harry and I next to her on the couch. And somehow we were managing to confront all of the things that were happening, and that were going to happen, by saying nothing at all.
I glanced at Hermione, and noticed how tired she looked. How utterly exhausted she was. Out of the three of us, she had been the only one who hadn't gotten her feelings out. But that's just the way she is. Hermione doesn't cry, or shout, or yell. Not when she's really upset. She bottles it up, and throws it away, and then studies to her hearts content.
Harry was handling things exceptionally well, on the other hand. He had cried-I know, I was there, helping him out I guess- and gotten angry. He got out as much pain as possible so he could heal while he was facing all the danger.
I had screamed and yelled and cried when I was alone. I don't do that sort of thing around other people. But Harry knows I got it all out. I told him.
But Hermione hadn't.
She acted like she was fine, like she always does. She had a fake smile on her face that I could easily reconize. I can tell when she's happy and sad. I care about her. I mean, I care about her more than a friend, but I can't really do much about it right now. It's not the time. And I bloody wish it was because it's getting harder and harder not to kiss her and hold her. And she just has this dead look on her face all the time.
"Hermione?" I said. My voice sounded wrong against the penetrating silence that radiated through out the room. Harry looked up to. We made eye contact, and we both knew what I was about to do.
She looked up at me, and then over at Harry. I took one of her hands, and Harry took the other. He squeezed her hand lightly, and let go, but I still held on. And then I did something I really thought I wouldn't do. I pulled her towards me, and held her close.
"You're human Herm." Harry said. Harry lifted a hand, and settled it on her back, stroking her back softly.
"And you don't have to be strong all the time. You can't." I felt her shudder in my arms, and then her face burried closer into my shoulder, and we heard her let out a sob.
And then she cried.
end
