A/N: Don't own anything.

Thanks to: jane air, katya, freaked-out, raineblade-ace, super sycoh, Football Babe.

Why does everybody want Draco to move, huh? *g* hope you'll like it.

Harry ran down the dark corridors of Hogwarts.

He was searching for his girlfriend. He didn't understand why she ran away so suddenly.

They needed to talk. If he could only find her…

He found her rocking back and forward, crying hard and completely agitated.

Harry walked up to her, kneeled next to her and laid his arm around her back.

"It's ok, love. You don't need to cry. I'm here. Shhh. It's alright."

But Hermione didn't calm down. The touch and the sudden presence of Harry caused her only to sob harder.

The dark-haired boy sighed, and thought a moment about his possibilities.

The he propped himself up and laid one arm around her back again, the other under her knee.

He lifted Hermione up and carried her to the Gryffindor tower. When he found the common room deserted, he remembered that the others were still down in the great hall, but brought her up to his dormitory nevertheless. Just to be sure.

He looked the door with a charm and watched Hermione sleeping in his arms.

She looked still sad and weak, but also peaceful.

Harry laid his girlfriend down his bed and watched her for a while.

Hermione felt a gaze on her face. She opened her eyes and found her boyfriend sitting next to her.

Hermione realized that this wasn't her dormitory, but Harry and Rons one.

Livid green eyes full of sorrow still looked at her.

"Harry-", but he didn't even let her complete the sentence.

"So you're finally awake, are you? Fine. I think, you should really tell me everything now, you know?"

"Everything? What-?", her voice was full of hysteria by now.

"Hermione, we've been friends since five years already, you surely didn't expect that I wouldn't notice that you've kept something from me."

The girl stared at him in shock.

"Harry, believe me, you don't want to know it. It isn't important, really…"

"'IT' is important enough to make you cry, the second time already, by the way." She looked at him puzzled, but Harry ignored it and went on. "Maybe I'll live to regret what I'm about to do now, but I have to say it, or I never will.
When I saw you crying, the day we got together, I thought I could stop the tears. I thought, if I could give you all my love, maybe it would help you to get over it, and just … go on with your life. With me.
But instead of easing your sadness, I made it worse. I'm sorry Hermione. I never meant to hurt you."

Harry softly touched her cheek with his thump and his eyes pleaded for forgiveness.

"Harry… What do you mean with that?" Maybe for the first time in her life Hermione didn't understand what the person in front of her tried to tell her. Or she didn't want to.

"I love you, Hermione. And because of that, I'm breaking up with you."

He waited a moment, but Hermione didn't seem to understand what he'd just told her, so he explained.

"I know you love him. And believe me, he loves you too. You see, where would be the sense of our relationship if you love another one? The only way you are able to be happy is if the two of you are together."

Hermione was bewildered, to say the least.

It took her quite some time to figure out what Harry had said.

"But… Harry, you're right. It wouldn't be right if I would stay with you any longer. I love him, and I can't change that, as much as I would like to. Because Draco doesn't love me back."

"He does, Hermione. You are smart, just open your eyes. You'll find that he isn't even able to take his eyes off of you. And when he's looking at you, his eyes just show the love I always hoped once to find in your eyes."

Hermione looked at him in amazement. Was he right? Did he really love her?

"Hermione, I think, he just made a mistake. Go, tell him that."

For a moment, Hermione really wanted to stand up and run out of his dormitory, but then she said: "Harry don't be stupid. I can't go to him at night. First, pupils are not allowed to be outside their tower after lunch, second, I can't go down to Slytherin…"

"You don't need to go down to the dungeons. He's got his own room. We'll take the invisible-cloak. Come on."

Harry dragged Hermione down the corridors between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.

"Harry…", she whispered anxious, "how do you know where we're going? What if they catch us? Harry! Please, don't run!"

"Shhh, Hermione, be quiet. I know it, because Draco stayed here over Christmas, and I was bored, so I followed him to his room once. No, don't look at me accusatory, you should be glad I did. And they don't catch us. We. Are. Invisible. And I'm running because if I don't bring you to our destination quickly, the courage may leave me… Here we are.", Harry stopped in front of a portrait.

There was a black-dressed lady sitting, she looked stiff and sad. Her long, curly hair and her eyes were as dark as ebony, and she held a black rose in her hand.

Harry sighed and looked at his girlfriend.

"Don't give up. Draco might be stubborn, but don't go away from him until he finally gives in. And he will, believe me. He loves you. Good luck, Hermione."

With that, Harry kissed her slightly, it was just a short, light kiss. It was a farewell.

He whispered "carpe diem" and watched the nervous girl stepping in.

He stayed in front of the picture, thinking that it showed exactly his feelings.

'If you hurt her, Malfoy, I swear I'll kill you with my bare hands, because the unforgivable curses wouldn't be enough pain for you.', he whispered, and then walked back to the Gryffindor tower.

A/N: So, i couldn't let Harry stay mean. Next chapter will be the last. I think so. but i don't promise.. never trust a madwoman. *lol*

what i've forgotten to say: REVIEW!! pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaasseeeeeee!!! *goes down to her knees*