A/n: I do hope you enjoy this short fic. It's supposed to have short chapters, so bear with me!

Disclaimer: No, I don't own them. I wish I did. ::sigh:: Oh well.

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Herm's POV


I sat on my bed after Draco left. He had a look of hurt in his eyes. He said he was sorry, and I knew it was the truth. But I don't realize why I keep pushing him away. I mean- them.
Wait, I can hear my door opening behind my back. Could it be- RON?!?!

"You want some company?" I hear him ask.
"I'm okay." I lie.
"Are you sure?"
This time I shake my head. He walks over to my bed, and I feel it sink beneath his weight. His arms wrap around to my front, and his head rests on my back. Please, I think to myself, don't do anything to me.
He walks around to face me. His eyes are looking through my own, looking; searching; for something I have never seen him look for. " 'Moine? I just got back from Professor Trelawney."
"That woman again?"
"I have bad news." His voice dropped considerably.
I look at him again. "What kind of bad news?"
"I-I-I don't w-want to worry you 'Moine." He studdered. "I really shouldn't e-even tell you."
"What's wrong?" I lay my palm on his arm and gently stroke it.
It came out as a whisper. So small a whisper that I had to almost put my ear upon his lips.

"I'm going to die, 'Mione."


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CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bruhahahahahha.................................... ::deep breath:: ::sigh::

You'll like how this turns out...


maybe.