AN-Hey kids! pleez dont complain that the chapters are short. i no they are but right now there exactly the length they need to be. when there needs to be longer, there will be! ha! well i only got 4 review for this one but 3/4 said HP so here u go. sorry bout that for all u snape lovers out there! u didnt get ur vote in fast enough! Love you all, keep reading. dont worry, it will get better! R+R pweez! ~wizardingdilemma~
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Embroidered on the black handkerchief where the initials, HJP in a curly, maroon writing.
She gasped. Oh, no, it couldn't be. Did he know? It hadn't occurred to her that Parvatti was cheating on Harry. Why hadn't she thought? Oh, poor poor Harry, she thought, forgetting her own difficulties for the moment.
But then they all came flooding back. Tears cascaded down her face in a waterfall from beneath her thick brown curls, her fists clenched tightly around Harry's handkerchief.
And suddenly she wasn't sad, she was furious! Her mood changed as fast as lightening as she picked up her ink bottle from her bedside table and hurled it at the door, followed in quick succession by just about everything movable in the room. She had just thrown an ornamental vase when the owner of the handkerchief she was clutching walked into the room.
Harry Potter ducked very, very quickly, narrowly escaping being massacred by a decorative vase. His eyes were wide as he surveyed the mess that was Hermione, who now sat on her bed, stunned, with a deer in headlights look about her. Much like she did when walking in on Ron.
She was bedraggled, her hair which, as she grew older, she had learned to tame, now shot in every direction. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, mascara running a bit. He held his handkerchief as though it were her lifeline.
He crossed slowly to her bed, being watched by bloodshot eyes matching his on sleepless ones. He sat down next to her, and slowly rapped his arms around her in a gentle, caring way. And she cried into his robes.
She cried for everything that had happened last night, everything that had been happening to her recently. Her decaying family, her instability at school, everything. She cried for Harry, for what he must be feeling, and thanking him silently for being so strong for her.
Harry rocked Hermione back and forth, lips resting on her hair, muttering words of comfort and encouragement, his own mind far away.
A single tear fell from Harry.
A single tear for all the deaths he had watched over the past years, the lives that could have been saved…for all the pain that he had caused…for everything that happened last night, and the emotional betrayal I felt…and for Hermione, who made him feel as though he was worth something, grateful that she trusted him enough to cry to her.
His tear fell and landed on her warm hand. Her sobbing slowly subsided, her tears slowed, and she gave him a watery smile. "Harry, it's okay to cry…"
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R+R pleez!
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Embroidered on the black handkerchief where the initials, HJP in a curly, maroon writing.
She gasped. Oh, no, it couldn't be. Did he know? It hadn't occurred to her that Parvatti was cheating on Harry. Why hadn't she thought? Oh, poor poor Harry, she thought, forgetting her own difficulties for the moment.
But then they all came flooding back. Tears cascaded down her face in a waterfall from beneath her thick brown curls, her fists clenched tightly around Harry's handkerchief.
And suddenly she wasn't sad, she was furious! Her mood changed as fast as lightening as she picked up her ink bottle from her bedside table and hurled it at the door, followed in quick succession by just about everything movable in the room. She had just thrown an ornamental vase when the owner of the handkerchief she was clutching walked into the room.
Harry Potter ducked very, very quickly, narrowly escaping being massacred by a decorative vase. His eyes were wide as he surveyed the mess that was Hermione, who now sat on her bed, stunned, with a deer in headlights look about her. Much like she did when walking in on Ron.
She was bedraggled, her hair which, as she grew older, she had learned to tame, now shot in every direction. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, mascara running a bit. He held his handkerchief as though it were her lifeline.
He crossed slowly to her bed, being watched by bloodshot eyes matching his on sleepless ones. He sat down next to her, and slowly rapped his arms around her in a gentle, caring way. And she cried into his robes.
She cried for everything that had happened last night, everything that had been happening to her recently. Her decaying family, her instability at school, everything. She cried for Harry, for what he must be feeling, and thanking him silently for being so strong for her.
Harry rocked Hermione back and forth, lips resting on her hair, muttering words of comfort and encouragement, his own mind far away.
A single tear fell from Harry.
A single tear for all the deaths he had watched over the past years, the lives that could have been saved…for all the pain that he had caused…for everything that happened last night, and the emotional betrayal I felt…and for Hermione, who made him feel as though he was worth something, grateful that she trusted him enough to cry to her.
His tear fell and landed on her warm hand. Her sobbing slowly subsided, her tears slowed, and she gave him a watery smile. "Harry, it's okay to cry…"
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R+R pleez!
