"It has been over 5 months sense Cho and Harry broke up. I was there,"
Hermione thought to herself. "I have been there to help Harry all along.
Every things all messed up. My minds been playing tricks on me."
"'Ow you doin'?" said a voice from behind her. Hermione jumped back to reality. She turned around to see her best friend Harry.
"I'm quite fine, I assure you." she said. The tone in her voice let him know she wasn't fine. "Just daydreaming."
"He's got a look on his face," she thought, "I should be over this... I'm going to go crazy. He obviously can tell when I'm not alright."
"Well, you don't look too good," Harry said. "Maybe it's just me."
"Harry I... I got to go." Hermione said. She went walking down the corridors. Upon choosing to go outside, she sat alone on the grounds. "This can't be happening. It's so unreal. He's probably worrying about me. He has before." She heard footsteps from behind her. She decided not to turn around, in any case is was Professor Snape or someone else. Then, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Warmth spread.
"Hermione," she knew the voice belonged to Harry, "You have always been there for me. Now is my turn to be there for you. But, I can't come to you unless you call out to me. Tell me, what's wrong?"
"Nothing..." Hermione said. She would tell him, but not here. Anywhere but here.
"I know something is wrong. I'm not about to make you tell me. I'll wait for you to tell me." He touched her cheek. The warmth of his body spread once again. She nodded slowly. She felt as if she were to cry and never stop. Some of the pain she had been feeling left her. But only some. Most was still in her. In her heart. She looked at him, and before she knew what was happening, she flung her arms around him, giving him a hug. They stood up, her arms still around his. He hugged her back.
"I'm going back into the common room. If you need me for anything, even to come with you to get a glass of water, I'll be there." Hermione could tell he was concerned for her. Harry started walking back to the common room. She watched as he left. She was getting tense. She had to tell him or it would be to late. She needed to tell him now. Before they were crushed by fellow Gryffindors in the room.
"Harry, please stay." Hermione called after him. Her words came so sudden that they surprised her. She knew well enough that she was weeping. Just a bit though.
He turned around, to see her struggling to keep a straight face. "Are you going to be alright?" He asked, walking toward her. She was really crying now. But she couldn't tell even herself why. She knew she was in love with her best friend, but she didn't know so much she could cry.
"I... I'm ready to tell you." the words getting caught in her throat.
"Okay, just calm down." he said. He put both of his hands on both of her shoulders, and gestured her down to the ground. They sat there for awhile, no one making a sound except for Hermione's cries.
Forever after, Hermione spoke, "Harry, we've been friends for 6 years. I don't want this time to ruin that."
"It doesn't have to."
"Then why do I have a feeling it will?"
"I can't answer that until you tell me what's wrong. You know, no matter what it is, I'll always be your friend." Harry's voice shook with confusion. He had a feeling he knew what was coming.
Hard as it may seem, she said it, "I... Harry, I love you." Hermione started crying again. She thought this would come as a shock, to Harry and her. Suddenly, she thought about Ron. What would he have to say about this situation? She didn't know. Has the world as Hermione known it come to an end? I'd think not!
"Wow." Harry said. His feeling was very true. He hugged her again.
"Can you feel it?" Hermione asked him in barely more than a whisper.
Harry paused. He had never thought about it. He just pulled Hermione closer to him. That's when it hit him. Harry realized he did. He could feel it. This was bigger than he dreamed. His heart raced, but he acted as calmly as possible. "You know what, Hermione? I do. I feel it as much as you do."
"I feel my soul will rise and fly." Hermione said, still speaking in whispers. "I read that in a book once." They giggled. Still hugging, she loved it. She loved being near him, close to him, with him. Most of all, being held by him. Hermione had stopped crying. Her eyes were bloodshot. They let go of each other. She felt so relieved. Released from chains that have been holding her back. They both felt like they were the only two people in the world, Muggles or not. Hermione lay down on the soft, springy grass.
Harry bent down and kissed her. Everything that was wrong was no longer there for Hermione. Every pain and every heartache was gone. Lost in the wind. Now, they just needed to know how to tell Ron...
"'Ow you doin'?" said a voice from behind her. Hermione jumped back to reality. She turned around to see her best friend Harry.
"I'm quite fine, I assure you." she said. The tone in her voice let him know she wasn't fine. "Just daydreaming."
"He's got a look on his face," she thought, "I should be over this... I'm going to go crazy. He obviously can tell when I'm not alright."
"Well, you don't look too good," Harry said. "Maybe it's just me."
"Harry I... I got to go." Hermione said. She went walking down the corridors. Upon choosing to go outside, she sat alone on the grounds. "This can't be happening. It's so unreal. He's probably worrying about me. He has before." She heard footsteps from behind her. She decided not to turn around, in any case is was Professor Snape or someone else. Then, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Warmth spread.
"Hermione," she knew the voice belonged to Harry, "You have always been there for me. Now is my turn to be there for you. But, I can't come to you unless you call out to me. Tell me, what's wrong?"
"Nothing..." Hermione said. She would tell him, but not here. Anywhere but here.
"I know something is wrong. I'm not about to make you tell me. I'll wait for you to tell me." He touched her cheek. The warmth of his body spread once again. She nodded slowly. She felt as if she were to cry and never stop. Some of the pain she had been feeling left her. But only some. Most was still in her. In her heart. She looked at him, and before she knew what was happening, she flung her arms around him, giving him a hug. They stood up, her arms still around his. He hugged her back.
"I'm going back into the common room. If you need me for anything, even to come with you to get a glass of water, I'll be there." Hermione could tell he was concerned for her. Harry started walking back to the common room. She watched as he left. She was getting tense. She had to tell him or it would be to late. She needed to tell him now. Before they were crushed by fellow Gryffindors in the room.
"Harry, please stay." Hermione called after him. Her words came so sudden that they surprised her. She knew well enough that she was weeping. Just a bit though.
He turned around, to see her struggling to keep a straight face. "Are you going to be alright?" He asked, walking toward her. She was really crying now. But she couldn't tell even herself why. She knew she was in love with her best friend, but she didn't know so much she could cry.
"I... I'm ready to tell you." the words getting caught in her throat.
"Okay, just calm down." he said. He put both of his hands on both of her shoulders, and gestured her down to the ground. They sat there for awhile, no one making a sound except for Hermione's cries.
Forever after, Hermione spoke, "Harry, we've been friends for 6 years. I don't want this time to ruin that."
"It doesn't have to."
"Then why do I have a feeling it will?"
"I can't answer that until you tell me what's wrong. You know, no matter what it is, I'll always be your friend." Harry's voice shook with confusion. He had a feeling he knew what was coming.
Hard as it may seem, she said it, "I... Harry, I love you." Hermione started crying again. She thought this would come as a shock, to Harry and her. Suddenly, she thought about Ron. What would he have to say about this situation? She didn't know. Has the world as Hermione known it come to an end? I'd think not!
"Wow." Harry said. His feeling was very true. He hugged her again.
"Can you feel it?" Hermione asked him in barely more than a whisper.
Harry paused. He had never thought about it. He just pulled Hermione closer to him. That's when it hit him. Harry realized he did. He could feel it. This was bigger than he dreamed. His heart raced, but he acted as calmly as possible. "You know what, Hermione? I do. I feel it as much as you do."
"I feel my soul will rise and fly." Hermione said, still speaking in whispers. "I read that in a book once." They giggled. Still hugging, she loved it. She loved being near him, close to him, with him. Most of all, being held by him. Hermione had stopped crying. Her eyes were bloodshot. They let go of each other. She felt so relieved. Released from chains that have been holding her back. They both felt like they were the only two people in the world, Muggles or not. Hermione lay down on the soft, springy grass.
Harry bent down and kissed her. Everything that was wrong was no longer there for Hermione. Every pain and every heartache was gone. Lost in the wind. Now, they just needed to know how to tell Ron...