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AN-ok I started school and junior year sucks, so yea I'm sorry if this is shorter
than other chapters. Anyway, the style of writing in this is pretty different from the
others, I learned about a way to write using more abrupt statements to get the point across
more directly and clearly. So, I'm not too sure if I like it yet, but I figured I'd try it. I'll
probably be back to my normal style by my next chapter. Thanks for all the reviews by
the way. Good stuff.
They had not spoken in nearly a week. He had avoided her, and although she had
looked with pleading eyes at him, he never acknowledged it. He couldn't talk to her yet,
it was just too.painful. The fact that she had rejected him, combined with the feelings
he still felt for her despite it were too overwhelming. So he never looked in her direction.
He never made any movement when she entered a room. He pretended he wasn't
listening when she would try to talk to him. Who does she think she is asking me to talk
to her, to be friends with her, after everything I spilled out to her that day by the lake? I
can't just be her friend now. And the killer of it all is that I know she feels the same way
I do, she just is too scared to admit it. How can I feel this way about such a coward?
She wanted him to talk to her, because she was sorry about what she said to him,
even if she did mean it. They would never work; the world wouldn't let them work.
Why didn't he get that? He knows the way this school operates, how everywhere
operates. Two people as different as we are can't be together, and I thought he
understood that. It doesn't matter how he feels. It doesn't matter how I feel.
Hermione had never been so miserable in her life. She knew she did the right
thing; her brain reminded her of that every day. But she assumed her heart would
automatically agree with her head, and she was wrong. The pangs she felt every time she
saw him and he ignored her were evidence enough of that. But she knew when she
rejected him that she had some sort of feelings for him, at least at some subconscious
level. And she had stuck to her guns and turned him down. It didn't feel good at the
time, but she knew that it would feel good eventually. She was still waiting on the good
part.
Maybe it was the fact that he didn't even want to be friends with her anymore, or
better yet, be civil to each other. If he were civil he wouldn't turn away whenever she
came within fifteen feet of him. She wanted them to have a relationship, just not the way
that he was thinking. But it looked like even that wasn't happening now. Graduation
was only one year away. She could make herself avoid all unneeded contact with him
until then. It may be impractical, but that was her plan.
Her plan lasted about three days. A chance meeting in the hallway forced them
face to face for the first time. Staring into her eyes he knew that he couldn't turn away
from her, and she knew she couldn't start up another speech about why they could still be
friends. Instead they both just did what they knew was the most illogical option out
there. But neither of them noticed. You hardly notice thoughts like that when you're
passionately kissing your so called enemy.
She broke away and looked at him again, trying to make her say something about
how it would never work out, or how the consequences would be irreversible. But she
couldn't talk. In fact, she couldn't even think of the reasons that they weren't supposed
to be together anymore. All that mattered is what she felt, and what he felt, and the
moment.
They walked back to the common room together that night, holding hands. It
wasn't until they were actually in, that he felt Hermione tense up next to him. It must
have been the green and silver side of the room versus the gold and red side. It had
reminded her of everything. Of life.
"It'll all work out. Trust me." He had whispered it in her ear, and she relaxed, at
least to him it seemed she did. He couldn't see inside her mind, see the worry that was
beginning to build up again. But for now, she didn't want to worry him with her
thoughts. She was ready for this, ready to take some risks. For him.
Their goodnight kiss was passionate and long, and afterwards both were left
breathless. Before going into her room, Hermione looked him in the eyes one more time
then shut the door. After changing, she got into bed, but she wasn't expecting to fall
asleep. Unfortunately, she believed that she was in for a long night of lying awake
thinking. She wished she had stayed awake thinking, that was better than the dream she
was about to have.
She was out on a large grassy field, and it didn't take Hermione a long time to
realize that it was the grounds of Hogwarts. But that wasn't what surprised her, because
after one minute of the beautiful landscape it changed. It was the same location, but the
ground wasn't green anymore. It was covered with bodies.
She turned and saw Harry dueling with a tall man that she had never seen before,
but utterly loathed right away. A little to the left she saw that Ron was dueling with his
own brother Percy. Percy's evil in my dream? But then it hit her. It wasn't a dream, it
was a premonition. And then, almost on cue, as soon as she realized this she looked
down to the ground. Oh my god, it's Dumbledore. He's dead. Dumbledore's dead!
Frantically she looked around to see if anyone else saw what she did. But when she tried
to yell or ask for help, another figure caught her eye.
It was Draco, and he was dueling with his father Lucius. It seemed that Draco
was winning, seeing as how the older Malfoy was out of breath and nearly stumbling.
She started over towards them, only keeping her eyes on Draco. She caught his eye, and
his attention was now focused on her instead of his father. But instead of Lucius pointing
his wand at Draco and finishing him off because of his son's inattention, he pointed his
wand at Hermione.
But he didn't let her die; Draco wouldn't let her die. He jumped in front of her,
taking the blast his father had directed at the muggle born. By the time she knew what
happened, the man she loved had died. NO! OH GOD NO! Her head didn't seem to
completely register what had just happened; she couldn't take in what happened. No this
is just a dream, this won't happen, this can't happen. Her thoughts were interrupted.
They all began talking at once, every one that had just seconds ago been dueling
turned and looked at her, each chanting the same thing.
Two times you will see this scene
Once in reality once in dream
If his love you return not deny
On this battlefield he will die
Break his heart now, destroy any love built
Or you will have to live with the guilt
Save him and deal with your pain
Or see you're love brutally slain
The choice is yours, left to you
But you know in your heart what you must do.
And as she woke up, she did know what she had to do.
AN-ok I started school and junior year sucks, so yea I'm sorry if this is shorter
than other chapters. Anyway, the style of writing in this is pretty different from the
others, I learned about a way to write using more abrupt statements to get the point across
more directly and clearly. So, I'm not too sure if I like it yet, but I figured I'd try it. I'll
probably be back to my normal style by my next chapter. Thanks for all the reviews by
the way. Good stuff.
They had not spoken in nearly a week. He had avoided her, and although she had
looked with pleading eyes at him, he never acknowledged it. He couldn't talk to her yet,
it was just too.painful. The fact that she had rejected him, combined with the feelings
he still felt for her despite it were too overwhelming. So he never looked in her direction.
He never made any movement when she entered a room. He pretended he wasn't
listening when she would try to talk to him. Who does she think she is asking me to talk
to her, to be friends with her, after everything I spilled out to her that day by the lake? I
can't just be her friend now. And the killer of it all is that I know she feels the same way
I do, she just is too scared to admit it. How can I feel this way about such a coward?
She wanted him to talk to her, because she was sorry about what she said to him,
even if she did mean it. They would never work; the world wouldn't let them work.
Why didn't he get that? He knows the way this school operates, how everywhere
operates. Two people as different as we are can't be together, and I thought he
understood that. It doesn't matter how he feels. It doesn't matter how I feel.
Hermione had never been so miserable in her life. She knew she did the right
thing; her brain reminded her of that every day. But she assumed her heart would
automatically agree with her head, and she was wrong. The pangs she felt every time she
saw him and he ignored her were evidence enough of that. But she knew when she
rejected him that she had some sort of feelings for him, at least at some subconscious
level. And she had stuck to her guns and turned him down. It didn't feel good at the
time, but she knew that it would feel good eventually. She was still waiting on the good
part.
Maybe it was the fact that he didn't even want to be friends with her anymore, or
better yet, be civil to each other. If he were civil he wouldn't turn away whenever she
came within fifteen feet of him. She wanted them to have a relationship, just not the way
that he was thinking. But it looked like even that wasn't happening now. Graduation
was only one year away. She could make herself avoid all unneeded contact with him
until then. It may be impractical, but that was her plan.
Her plan lasted about three days. A chance meeting in the hallway forced them
face to face for the first time. Staring into her eyes he knew that he couldn't turn away
from her, and she knew she couldn't start up another speech about why they could still be
friends. Instead they both just did what they knew was the most illogical option out
there. But neither of them noticed. You hardly notice thoughts like that when you're
passionately kissing your so called enemy.
She broke away and looked at him again, trying to make her say something about
how it would never work out, or how the consequences would be irreversible. But she
couldn't talk. In fact, she couldn't even think of the reasons that they weren't supposed
to be together anymore. All that mattered is what she felt, and what he felt, and the
moment.
They walked back to the common room together that night, holding hands. It
wasn't until they were actually in, that he felt Hermione tense up next to him. It must
have been the green and silver side of the room versus the gold and red side. It had
reminded her of everything. Of life.
"It'll all work out. Trust me." He had whispered it in her ear, and she relaxed, at
least to him it seemed she did. He couldn't see inside her mind, see the worry that was
beginning to build up again. But for now, she didn't want to worry him with her
thoughts. She was ready for this, ready to take some risks. For him.
Their goodnight kiss was passionate and long, and afterwards both were left
breathless. Before going into her room, Hermione looked him in the eyes one more time
then shut the door. After changing, she got into bed, but she wasn't expecting to fall
asleep. Unfortunately, she believed that she was in for a long night of lying awake
thinking. She wished she had stayed awake thinking, that was better than the dream she
was about to have.
She was out on a large grassy field, and it didn't take Hermione a long time to
realize that it was the grounds of Hogwarts. But that wasn't what surprised her, because
after one minute of the beautiful landscape it changed. It was the same location, but the
ground wasn't green anymore. It was covered with bodies.
She turned and saw Harry dueling with a tall man that she had never seen before,
but utterly loathed right away. A little to the left she saw that Ron was dueling with his
own brother Percy. Percy's evil in my dream? But then it hit her. It wasn't a dream, it
was a premonition. And then, almost on cue, as soon as she realized this she looked
down to the ground. Oh my god, it's Dumbledore. He's dead. Dumbledore's dead!
Frantically she looked around to see if anyone else saw what she did. But when she tried
to yell or ask for help, another figure caught her eye.
It was Draco, and he was dueling with his father Lucius. It seemed that Draco
was winning, seeing as how the older Malfoy was out of breath and nearly stumbling.
She started over towards them, only keeping her eyes on Draco. She caught his eye, and
his attention was now focused on her instead of his father. But instead of Lucius pointing
his wand at Draco and finishing him off because of his son's inattention, he pointed his
wand at Hermione.
But he didn't let her die; Draco wouldn't let her die. He jumped in front of her,
taking the blast his father had directed at the muggle born. By the time she knew what
happened, the man she loved had died. NO! OH GOD NO! Her head didn't seem to
completely register what had just happened; she couldn't take in what happened. No this
is just a dream, this won't happen, this can't happen. Her thoughts were interrupted.
They all began talking at once, every one that had just seconds ago been dueling
turned and looked at her, each chanting the same thing.
Two times you will see this scene
Once in reality once in dream
If his love you return not deny
On this battlefield he will die
Break his heart now, destroy any love built
Or you will have to live with the guilt
Save him and deal with your pain
Or see you're love brutally slain
The choice is yours, left to you
But you know in your heart what you must do.
And as she woke up, she did know what she had to do.
