Disclaimer: Hey, these characters are great and I wish they were mine to
have and everything, but they actually belong to the super smart, uber-rich
J.K. Rowling. And the lyrics that I am using are those of Mark Schultz,
not me. Too bad all these peeps had to think of all these great literary
works and lyrics before I had the chance!
A/N: If you guys give me requests or whatnot in your reviews, I will try to fit them into my story. Limit it to people you want to see or objects, not how you want this story to end. If you hate my ending, then you can just write me at crazyswimmer27@yahoo.com and ask for permission to do alternate ending fic. Anyway, time for the latest installment of "Time of my Life", not "CrazySwimmer's Talk Hour", so here you go! Enjoy!
The Choice
"But one night she stepped out as the sun began to set
When she got to the porch she found a letter that read
You're the only girl I'll ever love
And I'd do anything not to give her up
If I could only stop the world
When you're standing by my side.
See, I'm having the time of my life
Yes, I'm having the time of my life."
In Harry's opinion, something wasn't right. Ron was much too thick to notice anything. He was too busy trying to decide how to get Hermione to like him to actually pay attention to her. Harry, on the other hand, was paying close attention to his ex-girlfriend. He wanted to ask her for forgiveness, but something was up. Hermione was too happy to want him back. Ever since she had ran out of the common room two weeks prior to the day he had decided upon something being wrong, she had been perky and happy and didn't seem to care that she had just been dumped. Harry didn't like this. He somehow thought that maybe she should be a little upset for at least a full day. After all, he still was not himself.
"Hermione, can we talk?" he asked as she came bouncing down the stairs from the girls dormitories. Ron wasn't around, which was what Harry had wanted. No offence to his best friend, but Hermione opened up to Harry much better.
"Sure, Harry!" she said, plunking herself down in her favorite chair by the fire and dumping a great load of Potions books down next to her feet. "Make it quick, though, I am meeting Draco for our project in ten minutes," she added with a smile.
Thinking of how wrong it was to be smiling and talking about Malfoy at the same time, Harry formulated a response, but not a very rational one. "Draco, is it now? And when did he become Draco?" he spat at her.
Looking at his venomous stare, she jumped up and gathered her books. She hated how Harry took his anger out on her all of the time. With a look to rival his, she growled back, "It became Draco when you broke my heart, Harry Potter, and he was the only one to comfort me." And with one final glare, she stomped to the portrait door and ran out.
Harry, realizing what an idiot he had been, and deciding that he couldn't let her get away twice, no matter how jealous Ron might be, he ran after her. He caught up to her in the Entrance Hall, and put his hand on her shoulder. She turned, and he saw those beautiful cinnamon eyes of hers read and damp from tears. He pulled her close and whispered in her ear, calming her as she shook in his arms.
"It's okay, Herm, don't cry. I am so sorry, honey. I should never have let you go the first time. I really love you, but I chose my brain over my heart. Will you ever forgive me? Please, Hermione, forgive me. I love you." He rested his face in her auburn curls, which were still a bit bushy, but much more managed than they were in their first few years at Hogwarts. She pulled away from him after a moment.
"Harry, I forgive you. If you may let me go now, I have a Potions project to work on," she said softly, picking up the books she dropped when he had pulled her into an embrace. Hermione then glided away, out the oak from doors, and to the swing, Harry simply staring after her.
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Hermione went out to the swing that she and Draco always worked at, but he wasn't there. She sat down, watching the sun set, and trying to sort out her feelings. Was it possible for her to like Draco and Harry? If so, which one would make her happier? Which one was her true destiny? But before she had any good answers worked out, an owl swooped down. She recognized it as Draco's eagle owl. She grabbed the parchment from out of its beak. Not know what it was about, or what it possibly could contain, she opened it. She looked at the gleaming emerald ink and Draco's narrow script. The letter read:
Dear Hermione, All of these years I have had feelings for you. I really love you. You are the only girl I'll ever love, and I'd do anything not to give you up. If I could only stop the world while you're standing by my side because I'm having the time of my life. Yes, I'm having the time of my life. I love
you, Hermione Granger.
Love, Draco
She read it once, twice, three times. He didn't show up. She finally put the letter down. Once again, the questions drifted into her mind. She let her mind wander, and it started a little debate with itself, Harry versus Draco.
'Harry just broke her heart," the Draco side started.
'Yes, but he apologized and you forgave him! Plus, Harry never called you a Mudblood and never would. He is much more respectful," the Harry side returned.
'Draco only called you a Mudblood because his father made him. When he was younger, he wanted nothing more than to please his father. But now, he only wants to please you. He feels so guilty for that, and you know it!" Draco's half defended.
"So, are you saying that I, or you or whatever, know this for a fact? Was I asleep when he confessed all of this, or are you just assuming? He still could be a Death Eater, you know. Harry would never be a Death Eater, and he would never deceive you!" the Harry part retorted.
"Well, yeah, but how about all of those times Harry blew up at you and you always let him? Hmm?" the Draco side said, realizing that the Death Eater argument was legitimate.
"Yeah, but he has always apologized, and all his apologizes were sincere, too. Girl, it is called hormones! He can't control his mood swings!" the Harry side said triumphantly. It had won. Hermione would have to let Draco down. She was pretty sure that he was a good person, but when here safety and life was concerned, she thought it best to take the certain path. She only hoped that he would forgive her for breaking his heart. She hurried off to bed as the sun disappeared behind the trees, wondering if she was truly going to be the only girl Draco ever loved.
A/N: Do you guys hate these short chapters? I can't help it, this is a short fic. I have the ending all planned out and everything, so it is only a matter of time before I get the rest of the story up! Please review, you guys! I really love all my reviewers and am trying to remember the comments o how to improve my writing. It helps a lot when you review, but once again, there are some things that I can't change, especially with this fic. I can't change the whole OOC-ness, that is just the way this fic is. Next fic, I promise it won't have so much. Anyway, please review and feel free to ask questions and whatnot. Next chapter, I am going to start individual shout-outs, but not now because it's midnight and my parental controls won't let me on the internet so I can respond to what y'all write! Anyway, that's all for tonight's babbling! Thanks again for reading! You guys are the best!
Love to all my cool readers!
CrazySwimmer27
A/N: If you guys give me requests or whatnot in your reviews, I will try to fit them into my story. Limit it to people you want to see or objects, not how you want this story to end. If you hate my ending, then you can just write me at crazyswimmer27@yahoo.com and ask for permission to do alternate ending fic. Anyway, time for the latest installment of "Time of my Life", not "CrazySwimmer's Talk Hour", so here you go! Enjoy!
The Choice
"But one night she stepped out as the sun began to set
When she got to the porch she found a letter that read
You're the only girl I'll ever love
And I'd do anything not to give her up
If I could only stop the world
When you're standing by my side.
See, I'm having the time of my life
Yes, I'm having the time of my life."
In Harry's opinion, something wasn't right. Ron was much too thick to notice anything. He was too busy trying to decide how to get Hermione to like him to actually pay attention to her. Harry, on the other hand, was paying close attention to his ex-girlfriend. He wanted to ask her for forgiveness, but something was up. Hermione was too happy to want him back. Ever since she had ran out of the common room two weeks prior to the day he had decided upon something being wrong, she had been perky and happy and didn't seem to care that she had just been dumped. Harry didn't like this. He somehow thought that maybe she should be a little upset for at least a full day. After all, he still was not himself.
"Hermione, can we talk?" he asked as she came bouncing down the stairs from the girls dormitories. Ron wasn't around, which was what Harry had wanted. No offence to his best friend, but Hermione opened up to Harry much better.
"Sure, Harry!" she said, plunking herself down in her favorite chair by the fire and dumping a great load of Potions books down next to her feet. "Make it quick, though, I am meeting Draco for our project in ten minutes," she added with a smile.
Thinking of how wrong it was to be smiling and talking about Malfoy at the same time, Harry formulated a response, but not a very rational one. "Draco, is it now? And when did he become Draco?" he spat at her.
Looking at his venomous stare, she jumped up and gathered her books. She hated how Harry took his anger out on her all of the time. With a look to rival his, she growled back, "It became Draco when you broke my heart, Harry Potter, and he was the only one to comfort me." And with one final glare, she stomped to the portrait door and ran out.
Harry, realizing what an idiot he had been, and deciding that he couldn't let her get away twice, no matter how jealous Ron might be, he ran after her. He caught up to her in the Entrance Hall, and put his hand on her shoulder. She turned, and he saw those beautiful cinnamon eyes of hers read and damp from tears. He pulled her close and whispered in her ear, calming her as she shook in his arms.
"It's okay, Herm, don't cry. I am so sorry, honey. I should never have let you go the first time. I really love you, but I chose my brain over my heart. Will you ever forgive me? Please, Hermione, forgive me. I love you." He rested his face in her auburn curls, which were still a bit bushy, but much more managed than they were in their first few years at Hogwarts. She pulled away from him after a moment.
"Harry, I forgive you. If you may let me go now, I have a Potions project to work on," she said softly, picking up the books she dropped when he had pulled her into an embrace. Hermione then glided away, out the oak from doors, and to the swing, Harry simply staring after her.
~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~
Hermione went out to the swing that she and Draco always worked at, but he wasn't there. She sat down, watching the sun set, and trying to sort out her feelings. Was it possible for her to like Draco and Harry? If so, which one would make her happier? Which one was her true destiny? But before she had any good answers worked out, an owl swooped down. She recognized it as Draco's eagle owl. She grabbed the parchment from out of its beak. Not know what it was about, or what it possibly could contain, she opened it. She looked at the gleaming emerald ink and Draco's narrow script. The letter read:
Dear Hermione, All of these years I have had feelings for you. I really love you. You are the only girl I'll ever love, and I'd do anything not to give you up. If I could only stop the world while you're standing by my side because I'm having the time of my life. Yes, I'm having the time of my life. I love
you, Hermione Granger.
Love, Draco
She read it once, twice, three times. He didn't show up. She finally put the letter down. Once again, the questions drifted into her mind. She let her mind wander, and it started a little debate with itself, Harry versus Draco.
'Harry just broke her heart," the Draco side started.
'Yes, but he apologized and you forgave him! Plus, Harry never called you a Mudblood and never would. He is much more respectful," the Harry side returned.
'Draco only called you a Mudblood because his father made him. When he was younger, he wanted nothing more than to please his father. But now, he only wants to please you. He feels so guilty for that, and you know it!" Draco's half defended.
"So, are you saying that I, or you or whatever, know this for a fact? Was I asleep when he confessed all of this, or are you just assuming? He still could be a Death Eater, you know. Harry would never be a Death Eater, and he would never deceive you!" the Harry part retorted.
"Well, yeah, but how about all of those times Harry blew up at you and you always let him? Hmm?" the Draco side said, realizing that the Death Eater argument was legitimate.
"Yeah, but he has always apologized, and all his apologizes were sincere, too. Girl, it is called hormones! He can't control his mood swings!" the Harry side said triumphantly. It had won. Hermione would have to let Draco down. She was pretty sure that he was a good person, but when here safety and life was concerned, she thought it best to take the certain path. She only hoped that he would forgive her for breaking his heart. She hurried off to bed as the sun disappeared behind the trees, wondering if she was truly going to be the only girl Draco ever loved.
A/N: Do you guys hate these short chapters? I can't help it, this is a short fic. I have the ending all planned out and everything, so it is only a matter of time before I get the rest of the story up! Please review, you guys! I really love all my reviewers and am trying to remember the comments o how to improve my writing. It helps a lot when you review, but once again, there are some things that I can't change, especially with this fic. I can't change the whole OOC-ness, that is just the way this fic is. Next fic, I promise it won't have so much. Anyway, please review and feel free to ask questions and whatnot. Next chapter, I am going to start individual shout-outs, but not now because it's midnight and my parental controls won't let me on the internet so I can respond to what y'all write! Anyway, that's all for tonight's babbling! Thanks again for reading! You guys are the best!
Love to all my cool readers!
CrazySwimmer27
