Chapter 10

Heaven Can't Help me Now

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Hermione lead Harry to their rooms and showed him around the small suite that had been assigned to her in the castle. He seemed distant and not impressed.

"Hermione?" Harry asked.

She looked up from putting away a few of his clothes in their bedroom with curious eyes. He never usually used such a soft tone with her. Only when he wanted something from her. It being in the middle of the day, and classes about to start again; she only hoped it wasn't what she was thinking about.

Hermione had no desire to be with him that way. She hadn't in fact for a very long time.

Now, there was only one man she had such desires for. But even that wasn't so easy. Severus was right. She had loved Harry in order to marry him on some level. But she needed to discover how before she moved on in any other relationship. It was the only way to ensure that whatever she first saw in Harry Potter was truly over.

"Yes, Harry?"

"Why are our rooms so close to the Dungeons?"

Her hands shook at hearing the question. So much that she dropped a blue sweater that she got for Harry last Christmas.

"What kind of question is that?" She quipped. "How should I know why?"

"You seem so close with Snape when I arrived." Harry continued darkly. "I thought I should ask."

Hermione shook her head and continued to put away the rest of the clothing quickly. "He's my friend, Harry. Just because you don't like him doesn't mean that will ever change."

"Liking him?" Harry bit angrily. "It was more than that the last time I remember. You were lovers once, Hermione. You're still young and beautiful. I bet he wants you again."

Good. Hermione thought darkly. Because right now, I want him too.

"What would be so wrong if he did still have feelings for me?" Hermione challenged. "At least I would know that some man still loves me. It's rather nice to feel needed, Harry. You haven't been around for me in months. If it's not to do with your stupid broom, or Ginny Weasley, you want nothing of it."

"Why the bloody hell are you bringing Ginny into this?" Harry cried furiously. "She's only my friend. I told you that I've felt closer to her since Ron married Cho."

"Then why the bloody hell didn't you marry her instead of me?" Hermione hissed back. "Why didn't you leave me alone? I might have been married to Severus instead of you."

Harry looked as if she slapped him. "So. That's what this is all about? I came back too early, huh? I stopped a mid-day afternoon fuck with the ex, eh? Well, I'm so bloody sorry!"

Hermione could no longer hold control over herself and suddenly felt as if her chest was going to explode.

"Well, don't let me stop you then, hmm?" Harry replied furiously. "Go on! Go back and fuck your lover! See if I give a damn what you do anymore!"

It was then Hermione fell to her knee's gasping for breath. Tears were running down her face, and she was crying his name softly, over and over again.

"Hermione?" Harry hurried toward her and fell at her side.

"I don't want to fight with you." She rasped. "Please, Harry, no fighting anymore." She cried softly against him as she faught for her breath.

"Mione?" He asked, touching her face, not knowing why she was suddenly so sick.

When she passed out finally in his arms, Harry used his wand, and they were in the Hospital wing with a blink of an eye.


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