'Can't Make Me Love You'
by
Ponderer
Epilogue
Christiana was let down the next day, by a scrawled out letter in Harry's writing. It was short, simple, and exactly to the point. Saying –
----- Christiana,
I'm sorry, but I think we must break things off, for I have found someone else, who's been there everytime I needed them. I hope you understand. We'll always be friends, okay?
--- Harry
She couldn't remember what she had done wrong in the relationship, to lead him elsewhere. But, many things quickly came together in her mind. Hermione. She had been there for years, always being the first woman in Harry's heart. She had understood that once she entered their relationship. She didn't need to hear him say who he had moved on with. It all had made sense that it led to Hermione. She wasn't surprised by this, nor was she that hurt. Sure, she had had better days, but if her Harry was happy, then so be it.
Putting the letter down, Christiana gave a sigh and looked around her hotel room. Things were better this way.
* Elsewhere*
Hermione woke up to the smell of fresh brewed coffee, and a warm body rejoining her in the bed. Harry kissed her bare shoulder, brushing her hair off to one side to kiss a path up her shoulders, to her neck. Hermione smiled into her pillow and sighed happily. She turned over when Harry's lips left her skin, to kiss him properly on the lips for an extra good morning kiss. "Hey," he said softly, leaning his forehead on hers.
"Hi," she replied, gazing into his eyes, glad that he had chosen to take his glasses off before coming back to bed. "You made coffee?"
"Yes, it's almost done. I came to wake you to see what you wanted for breakfast," Harry said, wrapping his arms around her waist, urging her to come closer.
"You're making breakfast for me?" her smile grew, being in this relationship already having its advantages.
"Why wouldn't I? I'm sure you're just as famished as I am, especially after last night." After seeing her blush, he continued more softly, "Besides, I had to get up to write to Christiana about us."
Harry had begun lacing their hands together, and was watching how they fit together. Hermione watched him thoughtfully and replied, "Did she write back?"
"No, not yet. I don't think she will. Knowing her, she'll wait to talk when she gets back. But, I have a feeling she understands," he said.
"How can you tell?"
"Because I told her from the beginning that you would always have my heart, and I told her that I would try and be the best I could be for her, but she had to understand how important you were to me. She agreed, and we went on," Harry explained, still playing with their laced hands.
"So, she knew of your feelings toward me, before I did?" she asked, making him look her in the eye.
"Yes," he replied, wagering her reaction.
"Well, I suppose I was a bit daft then. I can't believe that I didn't see how you felt. I mean, now, once I look in your eyes, I see all your affections for me. It's always been there, how could I have missed it?" she asked, placing her hands on his cheeks to look at him.
"I guess you didn't want to see it. It wasn't logical to you, falling in love with your best friend and all that," he laughed, getting her to smile. "But, don't feel bad, I should have told you sooner."
"Let's not dwell on that anymore, shall we? That was the past, and this is the future. Let's just focus on now, okay?" Hermione asked, before capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.
"Sounds good to me," he agreed, before pulling the sheets over their heads to continue on from last night, both forgetting completely about the coffee and breakfast.
- The End -
Author's Note: Okay guys, this is officially finished now. I felt horrible about ending it without resolving everything, so I hope this made that up. It's not the best, but I think it ends it all quite nicely.
Again, thanks for all the reviews and continued support.
-- Ponderer
