Remember this is a way for me to vent about a recent relationship so 9/10ths of the events ACTUALLY happened --- The common room was dark, the fire barely lit. There in his favorite easy chair sat my brown haired, green-eyed leprechaun fast asleep.

"Harry." I hissed in his ear, "Harry, wake up!"

"Yes, love" his husky sleep driven voice replied."

"Now, that we are going there is some things you need to know about me."

"What, love?" He said moving over to give me room to sit with him in his chair.

I sat down; next to him taking in his smell, "I am diagnosed for depression. All those years of being a brainy shunned kid finally took a toll on me last year and I lost it. I am on medicine that keeps it a subsided but there is a slight chance I could easily fall back into a bitchy me."

Harry sat there with a shocked look on his face and began to stutter. "But you are a witch..isn't...there something..."

"Some magic to help make it go away. No, Harry, magic doesn't fix everything."

He sat there for a few minutes thinking, looked straight at me so I could read his eyes and said, "Hermione, I always new something was wrong with you I just didn't know it was that. And no matter what happens, even if we break up I will be there for you. I will also help keep you strong."

With that we sat there and snuggled for a while until the embers burned out.

This was going to be the start of a positive relationship. I only wish I was right

A/N: Sorry short chappie...I really could not make this any longer and anything else would just take away the point of the chapter...