Disclaimers: I am not J.K Rowling. But I did read her books and saw the movies! GO ME!!!
Author's Notes: I just want to say a big Thank You to my reviewers. I am so happy that you love my story! *grins from ear to ear* Special thanks to my best friend Kaori for reading them first *shakes head sadly* poor Kaori chan, Dimond, ravenclaw's heir and Sandy.
Drum roll please… Without further adieu, I give you the second chappie! Enjoy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~Why The Thought?~~~~~~~~~~
I thought of you today,
In the misery and gloom that is life now everyday.
Why did you come to me just then?
Am I so transparent; am I always to go on this way?
Is life such a mockery?
That you would pop into my head?
Is life trying to warn me?
Or is there something else I dread?
Why can't you just evaporate?
And leave my love life free?
I am no longer your grand passion!
You made that quite clear to me.
This mortal life I love so much,
Is imposed upon by you!
How can I escape from this?
Please God! Tell me what to do!
~~~~Pinku~~~
Hermione jumped awake by the sound of the thunder, and loud raindrops hitting the window. Oh how her head ached. What time was she supposed to me Harry again? Once again she was in a daze about what her life was now like. She looked around the room and her eyes landed on the pieces of parchment that had felt her rage. Oh that's right, Harry does not love her anymore. She never though such pain existed like she felt just then. Such heart ache, such sorrow, such utter pain. Her eyes were burning and so were her arms. She looked down to find the loving photo of her and Harry. Harry. Oh how she missed him. She slowly climbed out of bed and headed for the showers. Being in an enchanted castle had its perks. No matter how bad the storm became outside, the castle had none of the effects on the inside. Just as she stepped out of the shower she heard a knock on her door. Wrapping in a large fluffy towel, she headed for it. She half hoped that it was Harry on the other side, ready to apologize because she was more that ready to forgive him. But the disappointment clearly showed on her face when she opened the door to reveal her other best friend Ron. With a loud sigh, she threw herself into his arms. The tears took this as an invitation and gladly sprang forward. Ron held her while she cried her heart out for the millionth time that day. He rubbed her toweled back and told her soothing words.
Ron: Oh Mione. It kills me to see you like this. Please give me the word and I will go pound him for you.
Hermione: *sniff, sniff* No Ron! That is not what I want. I just need to know why. That all I need.
With that she released him from the hug and let him into her room. She excused herself so that she could get dressed. Ron took this time to light the fireplace. He turned around and saw the pieces of blank parchment. He let out a ragged sigh. Since it was a little after two in the afternoon, he decided to make Hermione's bed. He did not want her climbing back into it. He was here to get her out of her state of depression. Wile smoothing the sheets, he came across the picture frame. He turned it over and saw the loving Harry and Hermione just leaning in for a kiss. He remembered that day well. The six of them decided to go for a swim, he, Hermione, Harry, Nevelle, Ginny, and Lavender. It was a great day. The sun was shining and the water was nice and cool. Harry was sitting next to Hermione and loving every minute of it. Ron decided, it was about time that he got a photo of the happy couple together. He quickly grabbed Lavender's camera, gave Hermione a wink, waited for her to do her magic, and then snap. There they were. Any fool could see that they were in-love. So why was Harry being such a block-headed, good-for-nothing grit?
Hermione: It was a good day, wasn't it.
Ron jumped. He hadn't heard her come back into the room.
Ron: Yes it was. So when are you going to cast a spell over it to make it look like it was me you were going to kiss and not slugs for brains?
That made her smile a little. Good! He just had to make her feel better. With her help, they finished making the bed and decided to go for a little walk. She took the arm he offered and he led her down to the common room. He knew full well that Harry was not down there because he had left him curled up in his bed. That stupid blockhead, he though. How could anyone be so bloody dense?
They slowly walked pass the other Gryfindors. How happy they all looked, she though. Don't they know? It's the end of the world, cause he don't love me any more!(1) With that a tear slid down her cheek. Ron knew that he had to get her out of this place. He took her hand and led her through the portal. They walk along holding hands, not bothering to acknowledge anyone or anything in particular. They arrived at the great hall and Ron led her to the Gryfindor table. He knew full well that she had nothing to eat since yesterday, and by the look of her, he would say that she needed to eat something. The hall wasn't crowded at all because lunch ended two hours ago and dinner won't start for another two hours, so he would have to get the house elves to get her something. Hermione wasn't hungry, as expected, so he got her a salad. They settled down and had a few glasses of water, mostly Hermione that is. She started to wonder why she was so thirsty until it dawned on her. She should have wondered why she hadn't turn into dust or die from dehydration from all the tears she shed. They talked for most of the time, about nothing much but most of all, not about Harry. Ron noticed that the hall started to full up. It was dinnertime already? Wow, he though, where did the time go. Hermione noticed the extra people and decided to eat her salad. She was just about to dig-in when, green eyes met brown. Harry. Hermione quickly dropped her fork and stood up. They were frozen. Ron noticed Harry when he walked in. He saw the love spark in Harry's eyes when he spotted Hermione. However the spark was quickly replaced by a very sad glance. Hermione look as if she was about to run to him, so Harry quickly turned away and sat at the end of the table. She turned and looked at Ron, and then back at Harry. A loud sob escaped her as she dashed from the hall. This really pissed Ron off. He pulled out his wand and headed for Harry.
Ron: YOU BLOOD, STUPID BASTARD!! WHAT DID YOU HAVE TO GO AND DO THAT FOR!! ARE YOU BLOODY DAFT!
Harry: I…I…
Ron: WHAT HARRY? WHAT!? YOUR TREATING MIONE LIKE SHE SOME KIND OF A PLEG! YOU HAVE SOME NERV…
He paused. Harry was crying. What the Hell is going on. Lavender noticed Hermione fleeing and went after her.
Ron: Harry?
Harry turned and looked at his best friend. The tears had started when he saw her run from the room. He had to stop himself from running after her. How was he going to make it through this term, if he couldn't ever be in the same room with her without wanting to hold her and kiss her and….
Ron: Harry what the Hell is wrong with you?
Ron sat down and placed his wand on the table. Harry was still crying. As the room filled up and the noise became overwhelming, Harry got his composure back.
Harry: I love her too much Ron.
Oh, Ron though, this is one of those Harry-thought-out-too-much things is it.
Ron: Harry, you-know-who is not going to hunt Mione down and kill her just because you love her.
Harry: How do you know?
Ron: I just know.
Harry: No you don't! *he said through gritted teeth* Everyone I love ends up dead. My parents, my godfather, who's to stop him from taking her too?
Ron: Harry, don't be daft. He won't come after her, besides I'm still here aren't I.
Harry: Don't think I haven't thought about that too. Don't you remember the giant chest game in first year or when those evil brains tried to kill you in fifth? Face it Ron, I'm cursed. You should leave while you still can.
Ron: Harry, stop being so ridiculous.
Harry: Am I Ron! Am I? Then tell me why this always happens to me. Why me Ron? I am sick of being the boy-who-lived! I just want to be a boy. *he said with a sad look in his eyes*
With that, Harry got up and left the hall. Ron ran a hand though his red hair. He was contemplating if he should go after Harry or Hermione. Just then, the food appeared on his plate and all else was forgotten. For now anyway.
A/N: (1) This is from a song that I love but I just can't remember the name of it. *wink*
Well there you have it, Another sad chappie. Poor Harry! Bad Pinku for making Harry cry *spanks right hand*
Author's Notes: I just want to say a big Thank You to my reviewers. I am so happy that you love my story! *grins from ear to ear* Special thanks to my best friend Kaori for reading them first *shakes head sadly* poor Kaori chan, Dimond, ravenclaw's heir and Sandy.
Drum roll please… Without further adieu, I give you the second chappie! Enjoy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~Why The Thought?~~~~~~~~~~
I thought of you today,
In the misery and gloom that is life now everyday.
Why did you come to me just then?
Am I so transparent; am I always to go on this way?
Is life such a mockery?
That you would pop into my head?
Is life trying to warn me?
Or is there something else I dread?
Why can't you just evaporate?
And leave my love life free?
I am no longer your grand passion!
You made that quite clear to me.
This mortal life I love so much,
Is imposed upon by you!
How can I escape from this?
Please God! Tell me what to do!
~~~~Pinku~~~
Hermione jumped awake by the sound of the thunder, and loud raindrops hitting the window. Oh how her head ached. What time was she supposed to me Harry again? Once again she was in a daze about what her life was now like. She looked around the room and her eyes landed on the pieces of parchment that had felt her rage. Oh that's right, Harry does not love her anymore. She never though such pain existed like she felt just then. Such heart ache, such sorrow, such utter pain. Her eyes were burning and so were her arms. She looked down to find the loving photo of her and Harry. Harry. Oh how she missed him. She slowly climbed out of bed and headed for the showers. Being in an enchanted castle had its perks. No matter how bad the storm became outside, the castle had none of the effects on the inside. Just as she stepped out of the shower she heard a knock on her door. Wrapping in a large fluffy towel, she headed for it. She half hoped that it was Harry on the other side, ready to apologize because she was more that ready to forgive him. But the disappointment clearly showed on her face when she opened the door to reveal her other best friend Ron. With a loud sigh, she threw herself into his arms. The tears took this as an invitation and gladly sprang forward. Ron held her while she cried her heart out for the millionth time that day. He rubbed her toweled back and told her soothing words.
Ron: Oh Mione. It kills me to see you like this. Please give me the word and I will go pound him for you.
Hermione: *sniff, sniff* No Ron! That is not what I want. I just need to know why. That all I need.
With that she released him from the hug and let him into her room. She excused herself so that she could get dressed. Ron took this time to light the fireplace. He turned around and saw the pieces of blank parchment. He let out a ragged sigh. Since it was a little after two in the afternoon, he decided to make Hermione's bed. He did not want her climbing back into it. He was here to get her out of her state of depression. Wile smoothing the sheets, he came across the picture frame. He turned it over and saw the loving Harry and Hermione just leaning in for a kiss. He remembered that day well. The six of them decided to go for a swim, he, Hermione, Harry, Nevelle, Ginny, and Lavender. It was a great day. The sun was shining and the water was nice and cool. Harry was sitting next to Hermione and loving every minute of it. Ron decided, it was about time that he got a photo of the happy couple together. He quickly grabbed Lavender's camera, gave Hermione a wink, waited for her to do her magic, and then snap. There they were. Any fool could see that they were in-love. So why was Harry being such a block-headed, good-for-nothing grit?
Hermione: It was a good day, wasn't it.
Ron jumped. He hadn't heard her come back into the room.
Ron: Yes it was. So when are you going to cast a spell over it to make it look like it was me you were going to kiss and not slugs for brains?
That made her smile a little. Good! He just had to make her feel better. With her help, they finished making the bed and decided to go for a little walk. She took the arm he offered and he led her down to the common room. He knew full well that Harry was not down there because he had left him curled up in his bed. That stupid blockhead, he though. How could anyone be so bloody dense?
They slowly walked pass the other Gryfindors. How happy they all looked, she though. Don't they know? It's the end of the world, cause he don't love me any more!(1) With that a tear slid down her cheek. Ron knew that he had to get her out of this place. He took her hand and led her through the portal. They walk along holding hands, not bothering to acknowledge anyone or anything in particular. They arrived at the great hall and Ron led her to the Gryfindor table. He knew full well that she had nothing to eat since yesterday, and by the look of her, he would say that she needed to eat something. The hall wasn't crowded at all because lunch ended two hours ago and dinner won't start for another two hours, so he would have to get the house elves to get her something. Hermione wasn't hungry, as expected, so he got her a salad. They settled down and had a few glasses of water, mostly Hermione that is. She started to wonder why she was so thirsty until it dawned on her. She should have wondered why she hadn't turn into dust or die from dehydration from all the tears she shed. They talked for most of the time, about nothing much but most of all, not about Harry. Ron noticed that the hall started to full up. It was dinnertime already? Wow, he though, where did the time go. Hermione noticed the extra people and decided to eat her salad. She was just about to dig-in when, green eyes met brown. Harry. Hermione quickly dropped her fork and stood up. They were frozen. Ron noticed Harry when he walked in. He saw the love spark in Harry's eyes when he spotted Hermione. However the spark was quickly replaced by a very sad glance. Hermione look as if she was about to run to him, so Harry quickly turned away and sat at the end of the table. She turned and looked at Ron, and then back at Harry. A loud sob escaped her as she dashed from the hall. This really pissed Ron off. He pulled out his wand and headed for Harry.
Ron: YOU BLOOD, STUPID BASTARD!! WHAT DID YOU HAVE TO GO AND DO THAT FOR!! ARE YOU BLOODY DAFT!
Harry: I…I…
Ron: WHAT HARRY? WHAT!? YOUR TREATING MIONE LIKE SHE SOME KIND OF A PLEG! YOU HAVE SOME NERV…
He paused. Harry was crying. What the Hell is going on. Lavender noticed Hermione fleeing and went after her.
Ron: Harry?
Harry turned and looked at his best friend. The tears had started when he saw her run from the room. He had to stop himself from running after her. How was he going to make it through this term, if he couldn't ever be in the same room with her without wanting to hold her and kiss her and….
Ron: Harry what the Hell is wrong with you?
Ron sat down and placed his wand on the table. Harry was still crying. As the room filled up and the noise became overwhelming, Harry got his composure back.
Harry: I love her too much Ron.
Oh, Ron though, this is one of those Harry-thought-out-too-much things is it.
Ron: Harry, you-know-who is not going to hunt Mione down and kill her just because you love her.
Harry: How do you know?
Ron: I just know.
Harry: No you don't! *he said through gritted teeth* Everyone I love ends up dead. My parents, my godfather, who's to stop him from taking her too?
Ron: Harry, don't be daft. He won't come after her, besides I'm still here aren't I.
Harry: Don't think I haven't thought about that too. Don't you remember the giant chest game in first year or when those evil brains tried to kill you in fifth? Face it Ron, I'm cursed. You should leave while you still can.
Ron: Harry, stop being so ridiculous.
Harry: Am I Ron! Am I? Then tell me why this always happens to me. Why me Ron? I am sick of being the boy-who-lived! I just want to be a boy. *he said with a sad look in his eyes*
With that, Harry got up and left the hall. Ron ran a hand though his red hair. He was contemplating if he should go after Harry or Hermione. Just then, the food appeared on his plate and all else was forgotten. For now anyway.
A/N: (1) This is from a song that I love but I just can't remember the name of it. *wink*
Well there you have it, Another sad chappie. Poor Harry! Bad Pinku for making Harry cry *spanks right hand*