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TOOK US A WHILE TO COMPILE A CHAPTER THAT WE THOUGHT YOU GUYZ WOULD LIKE
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LOZ AND NATTY
"Harry", Hermione rose from her seat and looked into the eyes of her old best friend. Memories of the past flashed through her head making it almost impossible to continue looking at Harry without blushing. Of course there was a little more than friendship between Harry and Hermione at one point. But that wasn't a train of thought she'd like to continue down..
"Are you...are you my interviewer?" Harry asked softly. Hermione nodded. "Oh." Harry said simply, slowly making his way to a comfortable couch opposite Hermione.
"I...i suppose we'd better get started." Hermione said weakly, resuming her seat at the same time as Harry sat down in his.
"Herm.. we have more important things to talk about than.."
"I have an interview to hand in Mr. Potter." Hermione said briskly.
"We can do that later!" Harry said exasperatedly. "I haven't spoken to you in five years and you're my bloody best friend!" Harry almost yelled.
"Now is not the time nor place to talk about silly childhood crushes.." Hermione snapped, avoiding Harry's eyes.
"I don't know about you Hermione, but it was more than a little crush!"
"Yeah, you're right!" Hermione yelled, the anger she had been trying to supress exploding out from her. "You tried to bloody well screw me!"
"I loved you!" Harry said.
"Like you loved all those other girls?"
"It wasn't like that!"
"Oh yeah? Well you sure did revert to your old ways pretty quickly after we broke up."
"That was my way of dealing with the pain!"
"Is that why you went around the school saying you had your way with me?"
"That was different. I had a.... reputation to uphold."
"You're a bastard Potter. You always were and you always will be!" Hermione spat.
"You don't mean that." Harry said softly, stunned by her harsh words but continued to stare at her determindly.
"You're right Harry, I don't. There was a time when you were great. When you were good. The old Harry. That's who I fell in love with. Not this.... this monster that's taken over your body!" Hermione yelled.
"It's still me!"
"Is it Harry? Is it? I can't tell anymore." Hermione said almost desperatedly, finally looking at Harry. Their eyes locked again, an a flood of old emotions returning in full force. Yes, the old Harry was still in there, somewhere...
"It's me." Harry said softly, averting his eyes as the emotions flooded through his heart.
"We have an interview to conduct." Hermione said, slowly taking out her quill and a clean piece of parchment. "Now, when did you first begin to love Quidditch?" She asked in a business like tone, trying to shake of all the heavy emotions that had come about from their conversations.
"Herm.."
"I asked you a question." The girl said in a tone that clearly said their latter conversation was over. Harry sighed.
"At Hogwarts.." Harry began, trying not to let the hurt Hermione's words had caused him show. But deep inside, it hurt. More than she could ever know.
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LOZ AND NATTY
"Harry", Hermione rose from her seat and looked into the eyes of her old best friend. Memories of the past flashed through her head making it almost impossible to continue looking at Harry without blushing. Of course there was a little more than friendship between Harry and Hermione at one point. But that wasn't a train of thought she'd like to continue down..
"Are you...are you my interviewer?" Harry asked softly. Hermione nodded. "Oh." Harry said simply, slowly making his way to a comfortable couch opposite Hermione.
"I...i suppose we'd better get started." Hermione said weakly, resuming her seat at the same time as Harry sat down in his.
"Herm.. we have more important things to talk about than.."
"I have an interview to hand in Mr. Potter." Hermione said briskly.
"We can do that later!" Harry said exasperatedly. "I haven't spoken to you in five years and you're my bloody best friend!" Harry almost yelled.
"Now is not the time nor place to talk about silly childhood crushes.." Hermione snapped, avoiding Harry's eyes.
"I don't know about you Hermione, but it was more than a little crush!"
"Yeah, you're right!" Hermione yelled, the anger she had been trying to supress exploding out from her. "You tried to bloody well screw me!"
"I loved you!" Harry said.
"Like you loved all those other girls?"
"It wasn't like that!"
"Oh yeah? Well you sure did revert to your old ways pretty quickly after we broke up."
"That was my way of dealing with the pain!"
"Is that why you went around the school saying you had your way with me?"
"That was different. I had a.... reputation to uphold."
"You're a bastard Potter. You always were and you always will be!" Hermione spat.
"You don't mean that." Harry said softly, stunned by her harsh words but continued to stare at her determindly.
"You're right Harry, I don't. There was a time when you were great. When you were good. The old Harry. That's who I fell in love with. Not this.... this monster that's taken over your body!" Hermione yelled.
"It's still me!"
"Is it Harry? Is it? I can't tell anymore." Hermione said almost desperatedly, finally looking at Harry. Their eyes locked again, an a flood of old emotions returning in full force. Yes, the old Harry was still in there, somewhere...
"It's me." Harry said softly, averting his eyes as the emotions flooded through his heart.
"We have an interview to conduct." Hermione said, slowly taking out her quill and a clean piece of parchment. "Now, when did you first begin to love Quidditch?" She asked in a business like tone, trying to shake of all the heavy emotions that had come about from their conversations.
"Herm.."
"I asked you a question." The girl said in a tone that clearly said their latter conversation was over. Harry sighed.
"At Hogwarts.." Harry began, trying not to let the hurt Hermione's words had caused him show. But deep inside, it hurt. More than she could ever know.