Chapter Seven
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Hermione sucked in a deep and almost ragged breath.
"Harry, let's pretend for one second I actually believe you, which I don't. How did you reply to a letter you never read? Don't say you didn't reply, because I have hard evidence of that." She tried to be rational. This was crazy.
"Well you'd better go get it, because I'm not going to believe you otherwise."
Hermione got the letter and brought it to him. She wasn't comfortable admitting she had saved it, but there seemed to be no other reasonable way to go about this.
"There, see. Written by your hand," Hermione said after handing him the letter. Harry's expression was making her feel uncomfortable.
"'Mione, I never wrote this. I'm not kidding. Maybe somebody put a-"
"Finite Incantatum," Hermione said simply not expecting it to have any affect. To her surprise it did as the letters transformed themselves before their eyes.
"So you didn't write it. Ok. Ok. OK. Who did?"
"Well.G-Ginny. This, is her writing," Harry said pausing on each word, having trouble saying them.
"So you're not kidding, you never knew I loved you."
"No, 'Mione, I never knew. I do now," Harry said softly and for the second time that night approached her and cupped her face. "I do love you."
"Wait a minute," Hermione said, stepping back. "I can't just accept that. I don't even know if I still love you! I'm sorry; you haven't talked to me in months. Really, and it didn't just start when we got to school, it started at the burrow!"
"Well, you were ignoring me! You paid no attention to me, and were always awkward when I was around. Ginny," Harry choked on the last name. "Ginny, told me you obviously knew how I felt about you. So I backed off. I'm sorry, I never should have done that, but it hurt for me to see you didn't even care about our friendship."
"Well I cared! I just, I don't think I can accept that. Sorry. I still don't understand why nobody talked to me. I just can't trust all of you because of your lack of loyalty. I'm sorry, I just can't accept this right now," Hermione said and ran up to her room, unintentionally hurting Harry.
Harry had done nothing wrong. He had been going through as much pain due to their separation as Hermione had been. It was hard, he felt rejected and hurt. 'Ginny.Ginny,' Her thought and shook his head. 'What have you done to us? Why?' *
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A.N. Sorry that was so short. I just had to end the chapter here. Well thank you for the reviews. I don't want you to know where I'm going with this, but let me tell you it is somewhere, and I know where! I just would like it tot be suspenseful. Hermione will have developing relationships with both Snape and Harry, and possibly another. It is essentially a romance fic. Really. This one probably won't make the R rating for quite a while, but even one chapter would count.
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Hermione sucked in a deep and almost ragged breath.
"Harry, let's pretend for one second I actually believe you, which I don't. How did you reply to a letter you never read? Don't say you didn't reply, because I have hard evidence of that." She tried to be rational. This was crazy.
"Well you'd better go get it, because I'm not going to believe you otherwise."
Hermione got the letter and brought it to him. She wasn't comfortable admitting she had saved it, but there seemed to be no other reasonable way to go about this.
"There, see. Written by your hand," Hermione said after handing him the letter. Harry's expression was making her feel uncomfortable.
"'Mione, I never wrote this. I'm not kidding. Maybe somebody put a-"
"Finite Incantatum," Hermione said simply not expecting it to have any affect. To her surprise it did as the letters transformed themselves before their eyes.
"So you didn't write it. Ok. Ok. OK. Who did?"
"Well.G-Ginny. This, is her writing," Harry said pausing on each word, having trouble saying them.
"So you're not kidding, you never knew I loved you."
"No, 'Mione, I never knew. I do now," Harry said softly and for the second time that night approached her and cupped her face. "I do love you."
"Wait a minute," Hermione said, stepping back. "I can't just accept that. I don't even know if I still love you! I'm sorry; you haven't talked to me in months. Really, and it didn't just start when we got to school, it started at the burrow!"
"Well, you were ignoring me! You paid no attention to me, and were always awkward when I was around. Ginny," Harry choked on the last name. "Ginny, told me you obviously knew how I felt about you. So I backed off. I'm sorry, I never should have done that, but it hurt for me to see you didn't even care about our friendship."
"Well I cared! I just, I don't think I can accept that. Sorry. I still don't understand why nobody talked to me. I just can't trust all of you because of your lack of loyalty. I'm sorry, I just can't accept this right now," Hermione said and ran up to her room, unintentionally hurting Harry.
Harry had done nothing wrong. He had been going through as much pain due to their separation as Hermione had been. It was hard, he felt rejected and hurt. 'Ginny.Ginny,' Her thought and shook his head. 'What have you done to us? Why?' *
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A.N. Sorry that was so short. I just had to end the chapter here. Well thank you for the reviews. I don't want you to know where I'm going with this, but let me tell you it is somewhere, and I know where! I just would like it tot be suspenseful. Hermione will have developing relationships with both Snape and Harry, and possibly another. It is essentially a romance fic. Really. This one probably won't make the R rating for quite a while, but even one chapter would count.