Graduation Tears

Disclaimer:I don't own any of JK Rowling's chaacters, or I would be a gazillionaire, and she would be in the streets, begging for loans from her parents.

A\N: This is my second fanfic that I will post on the Internet, but I have lots more written in a notebook. I hope it meets your expectations. If you firmly believe that Harry and Hermione should not be together, raise you hand. 1..2..3..4.. OK, all of you who actually raised their hands, first get off the computer, then see a therapist, because I can't see you!! This fic is kinda strange, and some of the letters might be missing, because the keyboard on my computer sticks a little, but I will try to make sure that doesn't happen!!Enjoy the story!!!! Smile; )

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Harry woke up, unsure of why he was so sad. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. Today was his last day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He sat up and looked at the clock, 6:13. He would be graduating in just under fourteen hours. At eight o' clock that night, he, Ron, Hermione, Dean, Seamus, Neville, and the rest of the seventh years would recieve their deplomas from Proffesser Dumbledore and the minister of magic, Cornielius Fudge.

He saw his dress robes for the graduation ceremony laying on a chair by his bed. They were black with the Hogwarts crest splashed across the front. On top of the robes lay a wizard's hat. Hanging from the brim of the hat was the Gryffindor crest, attached by a golden thread.

He looked at the other four-poster beds, in which Ron, Dean, Seamus, and Neville were sleeping. (A\N seperate beds, you pervs!!) They were all sleeping peacfully, without any worries about the day ahead of them.

Harry thought about what lay ahead of him as he climbed into the shower.Today they would all get their marks from all classes they had ever taken at Hogwarts. They would recieve the yearbooks that every alumni recieved at the Final Leaving Feast, a leaving feast for seventh years only.

The Final Leaving Feast would take place after the all school Leving Feast, where the winners of the inter-house championship would be announced, as well as the winner of the quidditch cup.

The captains of the teams, along with the Head Boy and Head Girl, would recieve their awards for their accomplishments, followed by the rest of the graduates.

"Seven years and you still can't tell her how you feel. Pathetic." he said out loud as he walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel around his waist.

"Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, is afraid of telling Hermione Granger that he is in love with her. That he has been since he saw her on the train to Hogwarts for the first time." he fumed, almost yelling now. "You'd think, the person who killed Lord Voldemort would be able to tell a girl how he felt about her. IT'S PATHETIC!!!!" he roared.

"So the famous Harry Potter has a crush, ay??" Harry jumped about a foot in the air as Ron, Dean, Seamus, and Neville formed a half circle around his half-naked self. "And on Hermione Granger, no less?" Ron was talking, and enjoying Harry's embarrassment immensely. "We will have a lot of fun today!! And to think, your last chance to tell her how you feel. Maybe we can help you..."

"You wouldn't," said Harry hopelessly, knowing that Ron most certainly would tell Hermione.

"Oh, yes I would. And I think you know that," crowed Ron, trying desperately to keep himself from laughing at the look of horror on Harry's face. "I suggest that you get dressed and downstairs before I do, or your judgement day will come much sooner than you expect. We are graduating this evening, in case you forgot. If she likes you back, maybe you could get her to kiss you. In front of the whole school." he added, making Harry blush even deeper than he already was.

Harry let out a groan. He ran over to his beureau and was out of his towel, and in his boxers in seconds. Record time for him, as he spent his mornings moping around, thinking about Hermione.

Ron laughed, and the others joined too. "Looks like I've found your soft-spot. If only you had started yelling about Hermione a few years ago."

Ron would have continued, but the sound of racing footsteps annouced Hermione's arrival just inside the doorway. "What's......wrong??" she panted. "I heard someone yelling my name. Who's hurt? What the hell is so funny Ron?!?!" she added, furiously, looking at him, and carefully looking anywhere but at Harry.

"Oh, nothing," said Ron, grinning "Harry has just been kind enough to inform us of who he likes. Would you like to know?" He asked innocently.

"Shut up, Ron," Said Hermione crossly, "It isn't my business who Harry likes, unless it is me, and I don't see that happening.Even then, he would have the right to keep his love life to himself. Anyway, would you like to know who you like, Ron? Because, Lav told me, she returns the feelings." Ron blushed scarlet at this, and muttered something.

"Uh, by the way Harry," Hermione started blushing also. "You might want to put some pants on before you come down to breakfast."

"Then leave, why don't you, so he can," said Dean, grinning from ear to ear. "Unless you'd rather watch him get dressed?"

All the boys, except Harry, laughed loudly at this. Hermione said "And, Harry?"

He looked up from his drawer where he was trying to select a shirt to wear. "Huh?" he asked.

"You, uh," Hermione started, "You, uh, look good like that. Topless, I mean."

This got several whoops from the boys as Harry smile broadened. This would be the best day at Hogwarts he would ever have. Whether or not Hermione knew how he felt about her.

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A/N Maybe not as long as you'd like, but it is a start. I need lots of reviews to tell me where to go from here. I think Harry and Hermione shoud hook up, but you never know. I might have Krum come back, and try to steal Hermione away from Harry. This is called Graduation TEARS, so there have to be tears in it, happy or sad. Preferably happy.

Hmmmmm.. I wonder what that little button does? Maybe you should push it and see what happens.

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