***When the Granger's got back***
When Hermione's parents returned from Majorca, Harry and Hermione both found that her grandfather had indeed died. Hermione was heartbroken and went to her room. Harry decided to go tomorrow, after he could talk to Hermione.
It was 9:30 p.m. and Harry still heard Hermione sobbing from her room. Harry rose from his bed and went to Hermione's room. What he saw there shocked him. She was undressing, getting ready to go to bed. She was done crying, but her eyes were bloodshot. "Oh my God, she is beautiful…" thought Harry as he watched her naked.
She was almost done getting dressed when she heard something at her door. Something like a moan? Yes, it sounded like a moan. Then she saw Harry watching her from her door. Quickly, she put her pajama shirt on. He sauntered in a rather depressed sort of way. She spoke first, and spitefully, "So, did you like my little striptease? Or perhaps you weren't too shocked since you saw me earlier? I wouldn't know."
"Hermione, you know I would never come in on you on purpose. It was an accident. I needed to tell you something," said Harry as he tried to explain his way out of his mess.
"Well, you're certainly here now, aren't you? What do you want? Ask and be gone. I'm just a little upset as you can no doubt tell." said Hermione, who was far more than a little upset.
Determined not to let her get the best of him, not to mention that she didn't believe him about the accidental peek, Harry replied, "Now wait a minute. I didn't peek on purpose, it was an accident. I needed to see you about something and I think it's important that…"
"Yeah, whatever, you just wanted to ask me about how else my life could be ruined. I lost Ron. I lost my grandfather. And most of all, you think I am just some sort of…showgirl! Well that's not how it is! I think…"
Here, Harry cut her off, replying angrily, "I don't think that of you and you know it. Ron was a loss to both of us. There isn't a day I don't think about it. How I could've helped. But I couldn't have helped. Neither could you. As for your grandfather, well, frankly, how can I be at blame for that?"
"Shut up! You have no idea what it is to work hard! You could just do nothing at school and pass! Just because you're the boy-who-lived. You don't know what it is to need to work to get ahead. I've got to work, otherwise my life can only go downhill! I hate you! Go away!" screamed Hermione as more tears sobbed down her face, dripping to the ground in a steady stream.
"Hermione, I thought that you, of all people, would have enough sense to hear me out before jumping to conclusions. I just thought that I should get out of your life. Yes, you heard right. I am not a good friend. I am a nothing. But at least I know one thing. One blissful thing that keeps me going from day to day. It helps me to concentrate. It helps me in all areas of my life, because it is a part of my life. Do you know what I know?"
"Harry, you fucking bastard, don't you feel that now is the time above all times I don't feel like answering some stupid riddle? I don't give a damn!" screamed Hermione, who voice was now cracking at the edges because of all the screams.
"Hermione, I get through each and every day knowing that I was fantasizing about an impossibility. However, I hung on against all odds, and am still fighting my doubt even right now. I am sure you realize what I'm talking about?" said Harry, who talked calmly this time, but even Hermione noticed there was a splash of shyness in his voice this time.
"I don't care! Get that through your skull. You've got so many fans to listen to you, go find one of them." If anything, this angered Harry, but he tried not to let it show.
"Hermione…" said Harry, his voice trailing off. He took a step toward her, offering her his hand.
"No, just go. I don't need this. Right now, I need someone who cares, and that can't possible be you!" yelled Hermione.
"No! YOU don't understand!" said Harry, who was done with being shy and nice. "Hermione, I love you. I am just as hurt by your losses as you are. I stayed up all last night thinking of how I could tell you. I love you so much, that words can't express how I feel. And right now you're bitching me out? Don't make me laugh. You said you wanted a person who cared; well, you just lost the only one who did care! Good bye Hermione." At this, Harry stalked out, and went to his room to retrieve his belongings. Hermione merely stood there before breaking out into even more tears.
Harry, having gathered all of his belongings except his Firebolt (which was outside), muttered "reducio" and shrunk all of his things so that they fit inside of his robes pocket. He stalked off stiffly down the stairs, leaving Hermione's parents, who were on the couch, wondering what the hell had happened up in Hermione's room. He opened the glass door, grabbed his Firebolt and went into the middle of the lawn to make sure he didn't hit anything when he took off.
Hermione stormed out of her house. She was furious. The only boy who had expressed his love for her was leaving when she needed him. She caught up with him as he mounted his broom. "Harry! Wait! Stop for me please. I'm sorry for how I acted."
Harry merely stared at her with a blank look on his face, which quickly changed to an expression that showed pure anger. "Well, you may be sorry for what you said, but I'm not sorry one bit. I take back nothing that I've said today. I think you've acted very selfishly and I'm very disappointed in you."
With that, Harry gripped his Firebolt and sped off with Hermione looking very shocked, alone, and very depressed. Hermione covered her eyes as she walked into her house, crying.
Flying as fast as the Firebolt would go, Harry's tears were wiped from his face before they could even get properly formed.
***Somewhere in England, 2 days later***
"Hello Harry. What brings you out this far?" asked an ancient figure from the doorway to the unattractive, yellow house.
"Professor sir, I wish to accept your offer to train as an auror and to continue my studies outside of the school. If that is okay with you sir." asked Harry.
"I see. Yes…all the preparations have been made. It is unfortunate that you and Ms. Granger had such an argument over something that neither of you could have prevented. Well, Sirius will be your trainer. Come on in. We've been expecting you…"
(A/N) Yes, I know this ending may want you to physically harm me in some way, but I have my reasons. They shall be made clear in due course. The more reviews, the faster I update.
