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"Harry, are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Hermione asked, leaning further back on the stone bench. Harry shook his head sadly. The rain fell onto their heads, and as Harry shook his head, water droplets shook from his hair. Hermione tried to take his hand, but he pulled away.
"Please, just leave me alone." He whispered. Hermione felt hot tears trace her cheeks, and she blinked to try to stop them.
"Harry, God. Not you too! The whole school is depressed. Everyone isn't talking, people are dying. Just talk to me. Please." Harry looked up at her, rain running down his face. Hermione knew that tears were mixed in with it. He covered his face with his hands, and bent over, shaking. Hermione cried out in desperation, and wrapped her arms around him. The two rocked back and forth for a while. As the rain began to slow down, Harry looked up, his eyes red, and his hair wet and plastered to his forehead.
"I'm ready to talk." He said, sitting back up, and taking a deep, calm breath. Hermione gave a weak smile.
"Good. Tell me what's wrong." Harry nodded sadly.
"Natalie and me are over." He looked down at the wet grass, and stared mournfully at a brown mud puddle at the base of a tree. Hermione reached up, and with her hand, wiped away some of Harry's tears. He then looked up at Hermione, and came forward and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. Hermione smiled and reached over and lightly caressed his face with her hand. It was a very strange moment.
"Hermione, why do you care about me so much?" Harry asked, looking pitiful as Hermione kept tracing his face with her hands. She smiled.
"Because you are my friend." She gave him a kiss on the cheek, as he had done a few seconds ago. Harry scooted closer and grabbed her hand, the rain coming down in soft sheets around them. He stared at her, water dripping off his dark eyelashes.
"But, you should be caring about yourself right now. I mean, every thing is so crazy. There are dementors, and Bridgett died, and.." His voice broke, and he swallowed hard. Hermione squeezed his hand.
"I know, but it will help so much, if we all cared about others during this time. We all need each other's help, Harry." And they hugged again, letting the rain wash their tears away.
*
Ron and Hermione were sitting in Potion's class near the front. Snape was giving them notes to write down, but Hermione wasn't really listening. Her mind was on something else, someone else. Ron was bent low over his paper, scribbling furiously, and trying to keep up with Snape.
He looked up, and glanced at Hermione. "Why aren't you taking notes? You always take notes, Herms." Ron said, touching her arm lightly. Hermione looked surprised.
"What?" She hadn't been listening. Ron just started at her. He went back to work, and Hermione sighed. What had she been thinking about again? Oh yeah. She traced her thoughts back to what she had been thinking about before Ron disrupted her. She gave a private smile. Harry.
She had been remembering their scene on the courtyard bench, drenched in rain. She remembered how Harry's soft wet hair had felt, brushing her cheek as they hugged. And how, as they headed back to the common room, soaking wet, he had reached over and taken her hand.
Hermione looked down at her hand now, it was resting on her paper, holding a quill, still as stone. She wished she were holding hands with Harry now. She scowled.
"Shit!" She said aloud. Ron, along with the rest of the class, looked up from their notes. Snape gaped at her. Hermione quickly gasped.
"I didn't mean, I'm sorry." She said quietly, highly embarrassed. Snape gave her a final glare, and turned back to his lesson. Hermione blushed and laid her head on her arms.
She had cussed, because she had just realized something. Was it right in your heart to love two people at once? Hermione had realized, at that moment, that her feelings for Harry were back.
*
"Harry, are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Hermione asked, leaning further back on the stone bench. Harry shook his head sadly. The rain fell onto their heads, and as Harry shook his head, water droplets shook from his hair. Hermione tried to take his hand, but he pulled away.
"Please, just leave me alone." He whispered. Hermione felt hot tears trace her cheeks, and she blinked to try to stop them.
"Harry, God. Not you too! The whole school is depressed. Everyone isn't talking, people are dying. Just talk to me. Please." Harry looked up at her, rain running down his face. Hermione knew that tears were mixed in with it. He covered his face with his hands, and bent over, shaking. Hermione cried out in desperation, and wrapped her arms around him. The two rocked back and forth for a while. As the rain began to slow down, Harry looked up, his eyes red, and his hair wet and plastered to his forehead.
"I'm ready to talk." He said, sitting back up, and taking a deep, calm breath. Hermione gave a weak smile.
"Good. Tell me what's wrong." Harry nodded sadly.
"Natalie and me are over." He looked down at the wet grass, and stared mournfully at a brown mud puddle at the base of a tree. Hermione reached up, and with her hand, wiped away some of Harry's tears. He then looked up at Hermione, and came forward and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. Hermione smiled and reached over and lightly caressed his face with her hand. It was a very strange moment.
"Hermione, why do you care about me so much?" Harry asked, looking pitiful as Hermione kept tracing his face with her hands. She smiled.
"Because you are my friend." She gave him a kiss on the cheek, as he had done a few seconds ago. Harry scooted closer and grabbed her hand, the rain coming down in soft sheets around them. He stared at her, water dripping off his dark eyelashes.
"But, you should be caring about yourself right now. I mean, every thing is so crazy. There are dementors, and Bridgett died, and.." His voice broke, and he swallowed hard. Hermione squeezed his hand.
"I know, but it will help so much, if we all cared about others during this time. We all need each other's help, Harry." And they hugged again, letting the rain wash their tears away.
*
Ron and Hermione were sitting in Potion's class near the front. Snape was giving them notes to write down, but Hermione wasn't really listening. Her mind was on something else, someone else. Ron was bent low over his paper, scribbling furiously, and trying to keep up with Snape.
He looked up, and glanced at Hermione. "Why aren't you taking notes? You always take notes, Herms." Ron said, touching her arm lightly. Hermione looked surprised.
"What?" She hadn't been listening. Ron just started at her. He went back to work, and Hermione sighed. What had she been thinking about again? Oh yeah. She traced her thoughts back to what she had been thinking about before Ron disrupted her. She gave a private smile. Harry.
She had been remembering their scene on the courtyard bench, drenched in rain. She remembered how Harry's soft wet hair had felt, brushing her cheek as they hugged. And how, as they headed back to the common room, soaking wet, he had reached over and taken her hand.
Hermione looked down at her hand now, it was resting on her paper, holding a quill, still as stone. She wished she were holding hands with Harry now. She scowled.
"Shit!" She said aloud. Ron, along with the rest of the class, looked up from their notes. Snape gaped at her. Hermione quickly gasped.
"I didn't mean, I'm sorry." She said quietly, highly embarrassed. Snape gave her a final glare, and turned back to his lesson. Hermione blushed and laid her head on her arms.
She had cussed, because she had just realized something. Was it right in your heart to love two people at once? Hermione had realized, at that moment, that her feelings for Harry were back.
*