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Ch. 14 Harry's Pain
Harry sat down by the bluffs near the ocean. His heart ached, and he was cold and very hungry. Waves of anger and frustration shot through him, followed by sadness and hopelessness. His soul felt as empty as the eternal ocean.
Tears streamed down his face, as he thought about Hermione and Draco walking away from him. Harry had secretly loved Hermione, but he never did anything, and now, he knew he never could. He knew better than to meddle in a relationship, but it still didn't help soothe the hole burning into his heart. He felt as though some one had show him through the middle of his chest as he thought about Hermione and Draco kissing, holding hands, cuddling with one another.
Oh why hadn't he just told her that he was in love with her? Harry screamed out in frustration, and began throwing rocks down the cliffs. He began to thrash violently as he tried to take his anger out at the ocean, but he was too close to the edge, and suddenly the ground gave way, and Harry began to fall. He grabbed onto what edge he could, but he lost his grip and began falling.
"Accio Broomstick!" Harry shouted, and instantly he was able to grab onto his broom. He swung on it and held on to his wrist. It was bleeding; he had hit the side of the cliffs as he fell. It was time to head back to the castle.
In a few hours time, he had reached the castle, and walked to the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey looked at him; his hair was dirty, his glasses broken, his lips were blue, his eyes red, and his shirt was covered in blood.
"Harry dear what happened to you!"
"I fell. I don't want to talk about it. Just fix me up so I can leave," he seethed.
"You won't be going anywhere tonight, Potter," she directed, "You are staying here tonight. Your hypothermic, you've been losing blood, you're dehydrated and weak." She gave Harry a soothing tonic and laid him into bed. She grabbed a basin of warm mineral water and peroxide, and began to wash away his wound. He had a few scratches on his eyelid, his lip and the side of his cheek.
Madame Pomfrey cleaned up Harry quickly, and then went out in search of an electric blanket. On her way to the closet she saw Professor McGonagall.
"Professor, Harry Potter is in there. He's had a bit of a bang up. Came to me in such a way that I'm surprised he wasn't passed out on the floor."
"Do you know what happened to him?" the professor asked with concern.
"He won't say. He just said to fix him up and he would leave. Now of course I couldn't have that. He'll be staying overnight."
"Thank you, Madame Pomfrey."
* * * * * *
Hermione sat in her bed, holding her bear. Her heart was heavy with pain and frustration, yet, she was elated that she and Draco were no longer a secret. After breakfast she went out to find Harry and Ron, but both were nowhere to be found. Neville was too afraid to go near Hermione, and hid out under Harry's Invisibility Cloak. She wanted to talk to them, wanted to clear up everything. Finally she gave up and came up to her room, where she cried as she laid in bed. She flipped through old photo albums of the three of them, and her heart sank lower. She eventually put away the pictures and looked out her bay window, wondering what would happen to the three of them.
There was a gentle knock at the door.
"I don't really want to see you right now, Draco. Can you come by later sweetie?" Hermione yelled, not looking at the door.
"Calling Draco a sweetie?" appeared Professor McGonagall.
Hermione jumped. "Professor! I'm sorry, I thought you were...uh." she stammered.
"No need for explanations, Ms. Granger, it's none of my business. I need you to come with me."
"What's wrong?"
"Please just follow me." Immediately Hermione's stomach jumped to her throat. Was it her parents? Draco? Dumbledore?
Professor McGonagall led Hermione into the hospital wing, where Harry lay.
"He came in a few minutes ago. Madame Pomfrey said he was badly banged up when he got in here."
"Thank you, Professor." Hermione walked over to Harry's bed, where he was sleeping. She took a chair and sat next to him, not knowing what to say. The only thing she could do was cry.
"Harry I'm so sorry. I wanted to tell you, I wanted to tell you everything from the moment this all began. I didn't want you to find out how you did. You hate Draco, I know that. But you can't help who you love. And I'm sorry you discovered our relationship before I told you, and I know I had a million chances to tell you. But it was never easy, because I knew you how you were going to react, and it just broke my heart to know that you were going to be angry. And I just hoped that one day we could just all talk about this and make it right, so that you and Draco could be on civil terms, or something. You're still my best friend, you always have been, and you always will be, no matter how badly you hate me. Oh Harry what did you do to yourself." Hermione's sobs got the best of her as she spoke to a sleeping Harry.
For the next several minutes, she said nothing. She watched as Harry breathed. He was cold, and his hands felt like ice. Hermione heard voices in the background, and she realized it was Ron and Dean. She knew there would be no chance to explain now. She bent over and gave Harry a kiss on his forehead.
"You're my best friend, and I still love you," she whispered as she quickly left the room.
Harry had no sooner opened his eyes when Ron and Dean came into the room.
"Harry! Mate, what happened to you?" Dean shouted.
Madame Pomfrey quickly bustled into the room. "Mr. Tomas! It is not necessary to be yelling at Mr. Potter after his accident. I think he's had enough excitement for one day. He's already had a visitor."
"Hermione?" Ron asked.
"Yes, she was here. Now scoot you two, you can come back tomorrow." She removed both Ron and Dean from the room and returned to Harry's bedside.
"Take this Dreamless Potion. You need a good night's rest." Harry drank the tonic and immediately felt his eyelids droop. The last thing he remembered was Hermione telling him that she loved him. Even if it meant as a friend, she still loved him. He closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.
Meanwhile, Hermione was walking up to her dorm room when she heard Ron's voice again. Not wanting to deal with him, she ran up as fast as she could to the 4th floor and ran to her room. She turned off the lights and climbed into her bed, Draco waiting for her.
Ch. 14 Harry's Pain
Harry sat down by the bluffs near the ocean. His heart ached, and he was cold and very hungry. Waves of anger and frustration shot through him, followed by sadness and hopelessness. His soul felt as empty as the eternal ocean.
Tears streamed down his face, as he thought about Hermione and Draco walking away from him. Harry had secretly loved Hermione, but he never did anything, and now, he knew he never could. He knew better than to meddle in a relationship, but it still didn't help soothe the hole burning into his heart. He felt as though some one had show him through the middle of his chest as he thought about Hermione and Draco kissing, holding hands, cuddling with one another.
Oh why hadn't he just told her that he was in love with her? Harry screamed out in frustration, and began throwing rocks down the cliffs. He began to thrash violently as he tried to take his anger out at the ocean, but he was too close to the edge, and suddenly the ground gave way, and Harry began to fall. He grabbed onto what edge he could, but he lost his grip and began falling.
"Accio Broomstick!" Harry shouted, and instantly he was able to grab onto his broom. He swung on it and held on to his wrist. It was bleeding; he had hit the side of the cliffs as he fell. It was time to head back to the castle.
In a few hours time, he had reached the castle, and walked to the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey looked at him; his hair was dirty, his glasses broken, his lips were blue, his eyes red, and his shirt was covered in blood.
"Harry dear what happened to you!"
"I fell. I don't want to talk about it. Just fix me up so I can leave," he seethed.
"You won't be going anywhere tonight, Potter," she directed, "You are staying here tonight. Your hypothermic, you've been losing blood, you're dehydrated and weak." She gave Harry a soothing tonic and laid him into bed. She grabbed a basin of warm mineral water and peroxide, and began to wash away his wound. He had a few scratches on his eyelid, his lip and the side of his cheek.
Madame Pomfrey cleaned up Harry quickly, and then went out in search of an electric blanket. On her way to the closet she saw Professor McGonagall.
"Professor, Harry Potter is in there. He's had a bit of a bang up. Came to me in such a way that I'm surprised he wasn't passed out on the floor."
"Do you know what happened to him?" the professor asked with concern.
"He won't say. He just said to fix him up and he would leave. Now of course I couldn't have that. He'll be staying overnight."
"Thank you, Madame Pomfrey."
* * * * * *
Hermione sat in her bed, holding her bear. Her heart was heavy with pain and frustration, yet, she was elated that she and Draco were no longer a secret. After breakfast she went out to find Harry and Ron, but both were nowhere to be found. Neville was too afraid to go near Hermione, and hid out under Harry's Invisibility Cloak. She wanted to talk to them, wanted to clear up everything. Finally she gave up and came up to her room, where she cried as she laid in bed. She flipped through old photo albums of the three of them, and her heart sank lower. She eventually put away the pictures and looked out her bay window, wondering what would happen to the three of them.
There was a gentle knock at the door.
"I don't really want to see you right now, Draco. Can you come by later sweetie?" Hermione yelled, not looking at the door.
"Calling Draco a sweetie?" appeared Professor McGonagall.
Hermione jumped. "Professor! I'm sorry, I thought you were...uh." she stammered.
"No need for explanations, Ms. Granger, it's none of my business. I need you to come with me."
"What's wrong?"
"Please just follow me." Immediately Hermione's stomach jumped to her throat. Was it her parents? Draco? Dumbledore?
Professor McGonagall led Hermione into the hospital wing, where Harry lay.
"He came in a few minutes ago. Madame Pomfrey said he was badly banged up when he got in here."
"Thank you, Professor." Hermione walked over to Harry's bed, where he was sleeping. She took a chair and sat next to him, not knowing what to say. The only thing she could do was cry.
"Harry I'm so sorry. I wanted to tell you, I wanted to tell you everything from the moment this all began. I didn't want you to find out how you did. You hate Draco, I know that. But you can't help who you love. And I'm sorry you discovered our relationship before I told you, and I know I had a million chances to tell you. But it was never easy, because I knew you how you were going to react, and it just broke my heart to know that you were going to be angry. And I just hoped that one day we could just all talk about this and make it right, so that you and Draco could be on civil terms, or something. You're still my best friend, you always have been, and you always will be, no matter how badly you hate me. Oh Harry what did you do to yourself." Hermione's sobs got the best of her as she spoke to a sleeping Harry.
For the next several minutes, she said nothing. She watched as Harry breathed. He was cold, and his hands felt like ice. Hermione heard voices in the background, and she realized it was Ron and Dean. She knew there would be no chance to explain now. She bent over and gave Harry a kiss on his forehead.
"You're my best friend, and I still love you," she whispered as she quickly left the room.
Harry had no sooner opened his eyes when Ron and Dean came into the room.
"Harry! Mate, what happened to you?" Dean shouted.
Madame Pomfrey quickly bustled into the room. "Mr. Tomas! It is not necessary to be yelling at Mr. Potter after his accident. I think he's had enough excitement for one day. He's already had a visitor."
"Hermione?" Ron asked.
"Yes, she was here. Now scoot you two, you can come back tomorrow." She removed both Ron and Dean from the room and returned to Harry's bedside.
"Take this Dreamless Potion. You need a good night's rest." Harry drank the tonic and immediately felt his eyelids droop. The last thing he remembered was Hermione telling him that she loved him. Even if it meant as a friend, she still loved him. He closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.
Meanwhile, Hermione was walking up to her dorm room when she heard Ron's voice again. Not wanting to deal with him, she ran up as fast as she could to the 4th floor and ran to her room. She turned off the lights and climbed into her bed, Draco waiting for her.