Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with J.K Rowling.
Author Note: Sorry that this chapter is so short. I hate it when people do short chapters, now I'm a culprit! I have a slight writers block with this story (incase you couldn't tell... heheh) I will try and get a decent chapter up soon.
In the meantime check out my other stories Summer Holiday & Harry Potter and the Jewel of Lympstonia.
(I also have a MAJOR writer's block with HP & the jewel of Lympstonia, so if anyone has any ideas that might help me get back on track with that fic please contact me shelovesmonkeys@aol.com... thanks!)
Broken Wings
Chapter 5. Conclusion and Confusion
Harry sat down on the deep red covers embroidered with gold lions along the seams. Hermione sat beside him reluctantly and stared at the floor.
"So." Harry started; reaching towards her he softly turned her face to look at him. Hermione wouldn't meet his eyes, for the fear of letting any feelings away. Her coffee coloured eyes flitted away from the mesmerising pools of bottle green.
"Hermione! What's going on here? You have been avoiding me for ages..." He paused waiting for a response and when Hermione didn't reply or look at him he dropped his hands from her face and stared at her.
"What have I done wrong?" Harry asked quietly, Hermione's eyes flicked up and met his.
"Nothing."
"Then why can't you talk to me anymore? Hermione, you're my best friend I don't know why I'm losing you." He reached across and softly clasped her hand in his. Hermione swallowed and summoning her courage she whispered,
"I don't deserve you." Harry's eyebrows knitted together,
"What?" Hermione tried to stand up but Harry gripped her hand and pulled her back onto the bed. "What do you mean you don't deserve me? I think I can decide that." He stopped, his mind clouding with images of Hermione's loyalty, trust and friendship. "Why would you even say that?" Hermione shook her head, a tear sliding down her pale cheek. "Tell me Hermione, please I'll try and work it out with you." Harry pleaded watching her, Hermione looked back and him and took a deep breath.
"I don't deserve a friend like you, or Ron. I've hurt you, I lead you both on and I don't know how to sort out my feelings for you, I'm confused and I can't stop hurting you. I'm selfish and ...." She broke off watching Harry's face for any flicker of emotion. He stared at her and his eyes showed confusion.
"Lead us on?" He asked Hermione nodded.
"I don't mean to, he said -" Harry looked up,
"Who said?" He demanded.
"Well, Justin..." Harry's face turned into an angry glare he yelled angrily,
"Hasn't that bastard done enough? He hurts you tries to rape you, then fucks up how you view yourself and your friends! I swear I will fucking wring his neck. Hermione please don't tell me you've been dwelling on anything that he has said to you." Harry raised his hands and slowly wiped the tears away from Hermione's cheeks, she gulped and Harry leant closer,
"Hermione tell me you didn't believe him." She shrugged, Harry looked a mixture of astonishment and fury. "Do you?" He asked.
"I suppose, what he said made so much sense." Harry shook his head,
"No, hes wrong. 'Mione Justin said all this to hurt you and he's done a good job. He was jealous of the bond you have with me and Ron." Hermione felt the weight lifting from her shoulders as Harry's steady reasoning began to sink in. She looked at him,
"Do you really believe that?" Hermione asked quietly. Harry nodded.
"Yes. Hermione, you're not a bad friend you would never hurt me or Ron purposely. I know that"
"No I could never do that." She agreed solemnly, "Thank you Harry." Hermione said throwing her arms around his neck and letting her tears of relief soak into his jumper.
"For what?" He whispered into her hair stroking her back slowly.
"For being the best friend anyone could ever ask for. I love you and Ron so much." Hermione mumbled into his shoulder. Harry wrapped one arm around her waist and tilted her away from him, he delicately brushed a curl of chestnut hair away and leant in to softly kiss her forehead. Hermione smiled at him and Harry pulled away and gazing into her eyes pressed his lips against hers. Hermione's mind exploded, screaming a thousand different feelings, emotions, actions and opinions.
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Sorry that chapter was so short. I hate it when people do short chapters, now I'm a culprit! I have a slight writers block with this story (incase you couldn't tell... heheh) I will try and get a decent chapter up soon.
In the meantime check out my other stories Summer Holiday & Harry Potter and the Jewel of Lympstonia.
(I also have a MAJOR writer's block with HP & the jewel of Lympstonia, so if anyone has any ideas that might help me get back on track with that fic please contact me shelovesmonkeys@aol.com... thanks!)