"My Heart Will Go On" Chapter 17: Avoiding the Love
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Dean didn't know what he did wrong to make Hermione run from him. He had been sulking around, seeing as Hermione had been avoiding him. Sitting in one of the squishy Gryfinddor chairs in front of the fire one night, so happeningly being the one Hermione sat in when they were still in the Gryfinddor house, he was starting to fall apart. "Come on Dean; let's have a game of Wizard's Chess," someone said from behind him; it was Harry. "You go on without me Harry," Dean replied quietly, a sad sigh escaping his lips. Harry stood in front of him & knelt down. "Look Dean, you're not going to get her back unless you do something about it." "How do you know?" Harry sighed, then explained, "The same thing happened to me with Hermione; she can be stubborn when she feels something is right. I always fought to get her to be my friend again, though, no matter what she would come up with. If you're heart is in the right place, you'll get her back. She really loves you Dean, she's just going through a rough time right now." "What's wrong with her?" Dean exclaimed curiously. Harry gave Dean a knowing smirk, & replied, "Find out yourself." Then, he did just that; he walked out of the common room, walked to the prefect common room, & thought of the one place she would be right now.
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Hermione sighed as she overlooked the grounds of Hogwarts. They recently had a snow storm, so the snow was laid all over the ground, giving it a shimmering, white coating, the lake had a light frosted look to it, giving it a breath-taking quality, & the trees were covered in snow; it was truly a brilliant sight to see. She had felt really lonely that week, without Dean. She had been avoiding him, so he could hopefully move on & forget about her. A part of her wanted him to do that so he wouldn't get hurt, but the other part wanted him to confront her about it. She had already talked to Harry about her vision/dream; he said that whatever happens, happens, & that she shouldn't give up on Dean. Deep down, she believed him, but she just didn't want to accept that at the time. Now, she knew what he meant, but she still was too stubborn to go back to him & tell him the reason why she had been avoiding him for the past week or so. Suddenly, she heard a soft voice whisper, "Hermione."
She turned around to see Dean, wearing a sullen face & his beautiful brown eyes not as bright. She turned back to the grounds, keen on not looking at his eyes; they would capture her & make her force herself to tell him. She heard a 'plop!' next to her, & Dean saying, "It's beautiful, isn't it?" "Yeah," she whispered back, hardly audible. She felt tingly just being in the seat next to him, so she got up & leaned over the railing. He too got up & leaned on the rail. He then asked, "Why have you been avoiding me 'Mione?" She didn't reply. "You can tell me 'Mione. I know something's up with you." She still refused to answer; it would hurt her too much to tell him the truth. She felt Dean put his hands on her face & turned her head to look into his brilliant brown eyes. "Please Hermione. I've been so worried about you." As much as she wanted to...... "No Dean! I can't tell you!" She took his hands off her face, but held onto his hands for a few seconds longer. He took that time to hold her hands. Hermione felt a rush of warmth race through her body, but even though she loved the feeling, she ripped herself from his grasp & yelled, "I can't do this Dean!" "Why not," he demanded, looking her deep in the eye. "Be-because I-I care a-about you!" That's when she ran out, running to her room, & eventually crying herself to sleep.
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"Why did she do this to me?!" he yelled at himself, "If she cares about me, she wouldn't let me suffer like this!" He sat back down on one of the lounge chairs & sulked. He couldn't take much more of this; he had to figure out what was wrong with her, & fast, before anything happened to her...or himself. Soon enough, he went back to his room to rest for the night, but stopped in front of Hermione's door & whispered, "Good night my love. Hopefully, you'll love me again." What he didn't know was, that she heard him.
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Dean didn't know what he did wrong to make Hermione run from him. He had been sulking around, seeing as Hermione had been avoiding him. Sitting in one of the squishy Gryfinddor chairs in front of the fire one night, so happeningly being the one Hermione sat in when they were still in the Gryfinddor house, he was starting to fall apart. "Come on Dean; let's have a game of Wizard's Chess," someone said from behind him; it was Harry. "You go on without me Harry," Dean replied quietly, a sad sigh escaping his lips. Harry stood in front of him & knelt down. "Look Dean, you're not going to get her back unless you do something about it." "How do you know?" Harry sighed, then explained, "The same thing happened to me with Hermione; she can be stubborn when she feels something is right. I always fought to get her to be my friend again, though, no matter what she would come up with. If you're heart is in the right place, you'll get her back. She really loves you Dean, she's just going through a rough time right now." "What's wrong with her?" Dean exclaimed curiously. Harry gave Dean a knowing smirk, & replied, "Find out yourself." Then, he did just that; he walked out of the common room, walked to the prefect common room, & thought of the one place she would be right now.
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Hermione sighed as she overlooked the grounds of Hogwarts. They recently had a snow storm, so the snow was laid all over the ground, giving it a shimmering, white coating, the lake had a light frosted look to it, giving it a breath-taking quality, & the trees were covered in snow; it was truly a brilliant sight to see. She had felt really lonely that week, without Dean. She had been avoiding him, so he could hopefully move on & forget about her. A part of her wanted him to do that so he wouldn't get hurt, but the other part wanted him to confront her about it. She had already talked to Harry about her vision/dream; he said that whatever happens, happens, & that she shouldn't give up on Dean. Deep down, she believed him, but she just didn't want to accept that at the time. Now, she knew what he meant, but she still was too stubborn to go back to him & tell him the reason why she had been avoiding him for the past week or so. Suddenly, she heard a soft voice whisper, "Hermione."
She turned around to see Dean, wearing a sullen face & his beautiful brown eyes not as bright. She turned back to the grounds, keen on not looking at his eyes; they would capture her & make her force herself to tell him. She heard a 'plop!' next to her, & Dean saying, "It's beautiful, isn't it?" "Yeah," she whispered back, hardly audible. She felt tingly just being in the seat next to him, so she got up & leaned over the railing. He too got up & leaned on the rail. He then asked, "Why have you been avoiding me 'Mione?" She didn't reply. "You can tell me 'Mione. I know something's up with you." She still refused to answer; it would hurt her too much to tell him the truth. She felt Dean put his hands on her face & turned her head to look into his brilliant brown eyes. "Please Hermione. I've been so worried about you." As much as she wanted to...... "No Dean! I can't tell you!" She took his hands off her face, but held onto his hands for a few seconds longer. He took that time to hold her hands. Hermione felt a rush of warmth race through her body, but even though she loved the feeling, she ripped herself from his grasp & yelled, "I can't do this Dean!" "Why not," he demanded, looking her deep in the eye. "Be-because I-I care a-about you!" That's when she ran out, running to her room, & eventually crying herself to sleep.
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"Why did she do this to me?!" he yelled at himself, "If she cares about me, she wouldn't let me suffer like this!" He sat back down on one of the lounge chairs & sulked. He couldn't take much more of this; he had to figure out what was wrong with her, & fast, before anything happened to her...or himself. Soon enough, he went back to his room to rest for the night, but stopped in front of Hermione's door & whispered, "Good night my love. Hopefully, you'll love me again." What he didn't know was, that she heard him.