Disclaimers: Ms. Rowling told me that if I continue my quest to become her she would sue me for all that I have. So I'm off to hide my copy Legolas! What she doesn't know won't hurt her.
Author's Notes: I just want to say a big 'Thank You' to all my reviewers. You guys rock! *high five's mid-air* Special thanks goes out to my aunt who had me read it to her, again. *grins for ear to ear* gata love her. Tks Amanda for your review! Tks Sandy once again, you go girl! And to all those that read it and don't review.
Drum roll please… Without further adieu, I give you the forth and final chappie! Enjoy
~~~~~Unexpected~~~~~
I expected gray skies,
I expected no hues.
I expected only clouds,
I expected no blues.
I expected no sun,
I expected the rain.
I expected the gloom,
Then came the pain.
I expected the long night,
I expected the tears.
I expected to be alone,
Where no body cares.
I got out of my bed,
Who would expect more.
I shielded my eyes,
As I opened the door.
I expected to see rain,
I didn't expect to see blue.
I expected to see no one,
But then, I saw you!
You gave me a smile,
This was most unexpected.
You gave me your love,
I would be a fool to reject it!
~~~~Pinku~~~~
Hermione slowly opened her eyes. Where was she? Where was that stupid sad clown!? Oh no! Harry. She went to cover her face with her right hand but it was too heavy. Something was holding it down. She looked down to find that another pair of hands were holding it firmly. Not just any hands, but Harry's hands. He was sleeping by her bed. Holding her hand!
~~~~What is going on! Where did he come from? I remember running form the great hall and out into the rain and then… a stupid clown was laughing at me and… Ron saved me, then… Harry. He was there telling me sad things. And now… Now he is here, with me, holding my hand. This is way too confusing.~~~~
She moved to pull her hand away without waking him but it only did the opposite.
Harry: *in sleepy voice* Mione? You're awake.
Hermione: I can't remember much about what happened. *she turned and looked at him* But why are you here, *she moved her fingers* holding my hand?
She made a move to pull away again. But this only made Harry sit up. He looked at her with concern.
Harry: I thought I had lost you. I was…
Hermione: How is that possible Harry when you broke up with me.
Yet again, she tried to remover her hand. She was also trying not to think about how warm and powerful his hands felt. She tried not to remember how tenderly they use to hold her or how they felt running through her hair… She was pulled out of her deep thoughts when Harry gave her hand a slight squeeze and held it a little tighter.
Hermione: Please let go of my hand.
Harry: No.
Hermione: Please Harry, let go! *she said, pleaded with her eyes*
Harry: What if I don't want to. *he said in a whisper looking down*
Hermione: Harry, please stop this! You are confusing me with your actions. First you break up with me, then you come in here holding my hand. I can't do this…
She broke off because he was now rubbing it gently, making it very heard for her to think.
Hermione: STOP THAT!
Harry: What? *he looked up*
Hermione: Being all loving and, and… stuff! Harry, I want you to leave.
Harry: But Hermione…
Hermione: I said Leave! *she said carefully under her breath*
Harry: I will leave, for now, but I will be back. I think we should talk, but when you're stronger.
With that he let go of her hand and left her to be alone with her thoughts. Hermione watched his retreating back and busted into tears. She turned to her side watching the rainfall against the window.
~~~~All I ever wanted was for him to come to me. I wanted him to tell me why he did what he did. But then, when he did come, I just didn't know what to do or think. How am I to know if he really wants to be with me because he loves me or does he just feel sorry for me? Why did I have to try to kill myself? *sobbing* Why did he have to see me like this? How did life get so bloody hard!~~~~~~
She closed her eyes and fell asleep. When next she woke, a new pair of eyes was watching her. Ron. He sat there with his arms folded, just starring at her.
Hermione: Hi Ron. Why are you looking at me like that?
Ron: Why Hermione? Why would a girl as smart as yourself do something so stupid!
Hermione turned and looked out the window. The rain had stopped and it was turning into a beautiful day. Hermione always loved Sundays. She used to spend every free moment with Harry. Harry. A gentle touch on the arm made her look away and back into the intense blue eyes of her best friend. As soon as her eyes met his, she busted into tears.
Hermione: Oh Ron!
She reached out and he gladly pulled her into a warm hug. It was killing him to see her like this. He just knew he had to do something. He patted her back and waited until she was ready to pull away. She sat back and looked at him with her wet eyes. He pulled a few tissues out of the box on the bedside table and handed them to her. She blew her nose and turned to the window again.
Hermione: He was here you know. Harry. *she turned to look at him* Why is he doing this? One day, he drops me like a bad habit and the next, well after I tried to kill myself, he comes back being all loving again. Is he just feeling sorry for me?
Ron: Did you talk to him?
Hermione: I couldn't, not just then. *she sighed* He was just being too much like the old Harry.
Ron: Look, Mione. I think you two need to have a sit down, and talk about this.
Hermione: Did he say something to you?
Ron: Lets just say that I understand him a little bit more now.
Ron stayed and explained what he thought happened to her until she was told it was ok for her to leave. She had regained her strength and was now able to go back to her own room. She hated the hospital. After she dressed, Ron took her hand and was walking her back to her room when, they met Harry in the hall heading towards them. Hermione started to fidget with her shirt so Ron tightened his hold on her hand.
Harry: Hi.
Hermione: Hi.
Ron: Now that's what I call an intense conversion! Look you guys, I was just about to take off so why don't I let you Harry, walk Mione back to her room.
With that her let go of Hermione's hand and stepped back. She gave him a very pained look, then turned to look at Harry, who looked very hopeful. Ron rubbed Her shoulder, gave Harry a wink, then turned and walked away in the opposite direction.
Harry: We need to talk.
Hermione: Yeah I know.
She started to walk pass him. He caught her hand and held it in his for a moment. He turned it over and threaded their finger. She surprised herself by not pulling away. He began to walk and she followed. They walked quietly for a few until Harry broke the silence.
Harry: I was afraid that I would loose you Hermione.
Hermione: Yeah I know. You told me.
Harry: No I mean… Well not now, but then.
Hermione: What are you saying Harry? You're not making any sense.
Harry pulled away and started to pace the floor. He ran a hand through his raven hair, looked at her then sighed.
Harry: Please Hermione? Will you hear me out?
Hermione looked at him and turned away. This was so much like her dream / nightmare. Was her trying to tell her that it was over for good? Well only one way to find out.
Hermione: I will hear you out Harry. But let's just go to my room first.
She was getting tired, from watching him pace. It would also be better for her to be in her room, because he could just leave and she could climb into her bed and cry herself to sleep. Without another word, they walked on, arriving at her door half an hour later. Hermione stepped inside following Harry and closed the door. As she sat in the small chair by the fireplace, Harry resumed his pacing.
Hermione: Harry! Would you please just, stop it! You told me you wanted to talk.
Harry looked even more nervous than before. He ran a hand through his hair again and looked at her earnestly.
Harry: Hermione I have been a total idiot. I should have told you what was going through my head before I jumped to conclusions. *she was doing everything but look at him* Please, Hermione. Look at me.
She seemed a little reluctant. She knew that if she looked at him that her heart would melt and she would want to hold him. She could just die. Then, finally she turned her gaze to him, and their eyes locked. They starred at one another for what seemed like hours, until Hermione began to cry. Harry ran to her and started to wipe the tears away. She didn't protest
Harry: Oh Mione please don't cry. *he reached out and hugged her* I was such a bloody fool! How could I have thought that I could go on with out you in my life?
This shocked her. She pulled away and stood up. She walked away from him as if he were venomous.
Hermione: What? What are you saying? Why don't you just tell me what is going on and stop talking in riddles!
Harry took a step towards her, pleading to her with his eyes.
Harry: I thought that I… Well that… that…that I loved you too much. *he hung his head*
Hermione stood there in shock. Those words had hit her like a ton of bricks. Why hadn't she seen it before? He didn't hate her, he was trying to protect her. For the first time since their breakup, Hermione smiled a genuine smile. He was just Harry being Harry. She threw herself into his arms, surprising him all the while, and embraced him lovingly. He recovered and hugged her back. He loved her so much.
Hermione: Oh Harry! You silly grit! How could you have thought such a thing? *she pulled back and looked into his eyes* I love you Harry and we can get through anything.
Harry: But what if he takes you and tried to kill you.
Hermione: Harry, when haven't that happened?
Harry: Exactly! That's why I had to get you away from me. When I fell in love with you, I was selfish and did not think of the danger I might be putting you in. But, when we sat by the lake and you kissed me, I knew that I could not live without those kisses. And when we held each on that chair over there *he said pointing to the overstuffed chair* I knew that this was the real thing and I just could not let anything happen to you Hermione.
Tears started to fall down his cheek and Hermione reached up and kissed them away.
Harry: I don't deserve you Mione. You are more than just the one that I love, but you are one of my best friends. You should be with someone who wouldn't put your life in danger for one second.
Hermione pulled back at his last words.
Hermione: Don't even think that Harry Potter! How long have we been friends? For over six years! If nothing has happened to me by now, who are you to say that anything will happen to me in the future?
Harry: But what if…
Hermione: We can't live our lives on what ifs Harry! I love you, and I love only you. There is no one else out there for me. *she said in a whisper*
With that Harry bent his head and kissed her with all the love he had to give. She wrapped one arm around his neck and the other she ran through his hair. They both moaned as the kiss was deepened. Finally, coming up for air, they both giggled at how silly it all was now.
Harry: So, you're not going anywhere, no matter how bad it gets or how hard I push? *she shook her head 'no'* So you forgive me then?
Hermione: Only if you promise not to over think anything ever again. You also have to promise to come to me and talk about it first.
Harry: I promise Hermione.
He reached out and ran a hand through her soft brown hair, loving every minute of it. She closed her eyes and moaned, leaning in closer to his touch.
Harry: I also promise you, love, never to leave you again.
She turned and looked at him, reached up and sealed that promise with a loving kiss.
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A/N: Awwww…. That was so sweet! Harry can be so fluffy sometimes. Told ya it would get better. Well you have come to the end of my fic. Hope you liked it. Please exit to the right and could the last person, yeah you in the back, could you please turn off the lights before you leave? Tks. Until my next fic *blows a big kiss* Later!
~~~~~closing credits ~~~~~~
(dramatic music playing in back ground)
Harry ------------- Harry
Hermione-------- Hermione
Ron --------------- Ron
Lavender -------- Lavender
Other students - Other students
*you have to scroll down slowly*
Author: Pinku
Writer: Pinku
Novelist: Pinku
Poet: Pinku
Dramatist: Pinku
Essayist: Pinku
Creator: Pinku
Journalist: Pinku
Original book and idea: J.K Rowling
(end dramatic music playing in back ground)
Author's Notes: I just want to say a big 'Thank You' to all my reviewers. You guys rock! *high five's mid-air* Special thanks goes out to my aunt who had me read it to her, again. *grins for ear to ear* gata love her. Tks Amanda for your review! Tks Sandy once again, you go girl! And to all those that read it and don't review.
Drum roll please… Without further adieu, I give you the forth and final chappie! Enjoy
~~~~~Unexpected~~~~~
I expected gray skies,
I expected no hues.
I expected only clouds,
I expected no blues.
I expected no sun,
I expected the rain.
I expected the gloom,
Then came the pain.
I expected the long night,
I expected the tears.
I expected to be alone,
Where no body cares.
I got out of my bed,
Who would expect more.
I shielded my eyes,
As I opened the door.
I expected to see rain,
I didn't expect to see blue.
I expected to see no one,
But then, I saw you!
You gave me a smile,
This was most unexpected.
You gave me your love,
I would be a fool to reject it!
~~~~Pinku~~~~
Hermione slowly opened her eyes. Where was she? Where was that stupid sad clown!? Oh no! Harry. She went to cover her face with her right hand but it was too heavy. Something was holding it down. She looked down to find that another pair of hands were holding it firmly. Not just any hands, but Harry's hands. He was sleeping by her bed. Holding her hand!
~~~~What is going on! Where did he come from? I remember running form the great hall and out into the rain and then… a stupid clown was laughing at me and… Ron saved me, then… Harry. He was there telling me sad things. And now… Now he is here, with me, holding my hand. This is way too confusing.~~~~
She moved to pull her hand away without waking him but it only did the opposite.
Harry: *in sleepy voice* Mione? You're awake.
Hermione: I can't remember much about what happened. *she turned and looked at him* But why are you here, *she moved her fingers* holding my hand?
She made a move to pull away again. But this only made Harry sit up. He looked at her with concern.
Harry: I thought I had lost you. I was…
Hermione: How is that possible Harry when you broke up with me.
Yet again, she tried to remover her hand. She was also trying not to think about how warm and powerful his hands felt. She tried not to remember how tenderly they use to hold her or how they felt running through her hair… She was pulled out of her deep thoughts when Harry gave her hand a slight squeeze and held it a little tighter.
Hermione: Please let go of my hand.
Harry: No.
Hermione: Please Harry, let go! *she said, pleaded with her eyes*
Harry: What if I don't want to. *he said in a whisper looking down*
Hermione: Harry, please stop this! You are confusing me with your actions. First you break up with me, then you come in here holding my hand. I can't do this…
She broke off because he was now rubbing it gently, making it very heard for her to think.
Hermione: STOP THAT!
Harry: What? *he looked up*
Hermione: Being all loving and, and… stuff! Harry, I want you to leave.
Harry: But Hermione…
Hermione: I said Leave! *she said carefully under her breath*
Harry: I will leave, for now, but I will be back. I think we should talk, but when you're stronger.
With that he let go of her hand and left her to be alone with her thoughts. Hermione watched his retreating back and busted into tears. She turned to her side watching the rainfall against the window.
~~~~All I ever wanted was for him to come to me. I wanted him to tell me why he did what he did. But then, when he did come, I just didn't know what to do or think. How am I to know if he really wants to be with me because he loves me or does he just feel sorry for me? Why did I have to try to kill myself? *sobbing* Why did he have to see me like this? How did life get so bloody hard!~~~~~~
She closed her eyes and fell asleep. When next she woke, a new pair of eyes was watching her. Ron. He sat there with his arms folded, just starring at her.
Hermione: Hi Ron. Why are you looking at me like that?
Ron: Why Hermione? Why would a girl as smart as yourself do something so stupid!
Hermione turned and looked out the window. The rain had stopped and it was turning into a beautiful day. Hermione always loved Sundays. She used to spend every free moment with Harry. Harry. A gentle touch on the arm made her look away and back into the intense blue eyes of her best friend. As soon as her eyes met his, she busted into tears.
Hermione: Oh Ron!
She reached out and he gladly pulled her into a warm hug. It was killing him to see her like this. He just knew he had to do something. He patted her back and waited until she was ready to pull away. She sat back and looked at him with her wet eyes. He pulled a few tissues out of the box on the bedside table and handed them to her. She blew her nose and turned to the window again.
Hermione: He was here you know. Harry. *she turned to look at him* Why is he doing this? One day, he drops me like a bad habit and the next, well after I tried to kill myself, he comes back being all loving again. Is he just feeling sorry for me?
Ron: Did you talk to him?
Hermione: I couldn't, not just then. *she sighed* He was just being too much like the old Harry.
Ron: Look, Mione. I think you two need to have a sit down, and talk about this.
Hermione: Did he say something to you?
Ron: Lets just say that I understand him a little bit more now.
Ron stayed and explained what he thought happened to her until she was told it was ok for her to leave. She had regained her strength and was now able to go back to her own room. She hated the hospital. After she dressed, Ron took her hand and was walking her back to her room when, they met Harry in the hall heading towards them. Hermione started to fidget with her shirt so Ron tightened his hold on her hand.
Harry: Hi.
Hermione: Hi.
Ron: Now that's what I call an intense conversion! Look you guys, I was just about to take off so why don't I let you Harry, walk Mione back to her room.
With that her let go of Hermione's hand and stepped back. She gave him a very pained look, then turned to look at Harry, who looked very hopeful. Ron rubbed Her shoulder, gave Harry a wink, then turned and walked away in the opposite direction.
Harry: We need to talk.
Hermione: Yeah I know.
She started to walk pass him. He caught her hand and held it in his for a moment. He turned it over and threaded their finger. She surprised herself by not pulling away. He began to walk and she followed. They walked quietly for a few until Harry broke the silence.
Harry: I was afraid that I would loose you Hermione.
Hermione: Yeah I know. You told me.
Harry: No I mean… Well not now, but then.
Hermione: What are you saying Harry? You're not making any sense.
Harry pulled away and started to pace the floor. He ran a hand through his raven hair, looked at her then sighed.
Harry: Please Hermione? Will you hear me out?
Hermione looked at him and turned away. This was so much like her dream / nightmare. Was her trying to tell her that it was over for good? Well only one way to find out.
Hermione: I will hear you out Harry. But let's just go to my room first.
She was getting tired, from watching him pace. It would also be better for her to be in her room, because he could just leave and she could climb into her bed and cry herself to sleep. Without another word, they walked on, arriving at her door half an hour later. Hermione stepped inside following Harry and closed the door. As she sat in the small chair by the fireplace, Harry resumed his pacing.
Hermione: Harry! Would you please just, stop it! You told me you wanted to talk.
Harry looked even more nervous than before. He ran a hand through his hair again and looked at her earnestly.
Harry: Hermione I have been a total idiot. I should have told you what was going through my head before I jumped to conclusions. *she was doing everything but look at him* Please, Hermione. Look at me.
She seemed a little reluctant. She knew that if she looked at him that her heart would melt and she would want to hold him. She could just die. Then, finally she turned her gaze to him, and their eyes locked. They starred at one another for what seemed like hours, until Hermione began to cry. Harry ran to her and started to wipe the tears away. She didn't protest
Harry: Oh Mione please don't cry. *he reached out and hugged her* I was such a bloody fool! How could I have thought that I could go on with out you in my life?
This shocked her. She pulled away and stood up. She walked away from him as if he were venomous.
Hermione: What? What are you saying? Why don't you just tell me what is going on and stop talking in riddles!
Harry took a step towards her, pleading to her with his eyes.
Harry: I thought that I… Well that… that…that I loved you too much. *he hung his head*
Hermione stood there in shock. Those words had hit her like a ton of bricks. Why hadn't she seen it before? He didn't hate her, he was trying to protect her. For the first time since their breakup, Hermione smiled a genuine smile. He was just Harry being Harry. She threw herself into his arms, surprising him all the while, and embraced him lovingly. He recovered and hugged her back. He loved her so much.
Hermione: Oh Harry! You silly grit! How could you have thought such a thing? *she pulled back and looked into his eyes* I love you Harry and we can get through anything.
Harry: But what if he takes you and tried to kill you.
Hermione: Harry, when haven't that happened?
Harry: Exactly! That's why I had to get you away from me. When I fell in love with you, I was selfish and did not think of the danger I might be putting you in. But, when we sat by the lake and you kissed me, I knew that I could not live without those kisses. And when we held each on that chair over there *he said pointing to the overstuffed chair* I knew that this was the real thing and I just could not let anything happen to you Hermione.
Tears started to fall down his cheek and Hermione reached up and kissed them away.
Harry: I don't deserve you Mione. You are more than just the one that I love, but you are one of my best friends. You should be with someone who wouldn't put your life in danger for one second.
Hermione pulled back at his last words.
Hermione: Don't even think that Harry Potter! How long have we been friends? For over six years! If nothing has happened to me by now, who are you to say that anything will happen to me in the future?
Harry: But what if…
Hermione: We can't live our lives on what ifs Harry! I love you, and I love only you. There is no one else out there for me. *she said in a whisper*
With that Harry bent his head and kissed her with all the love he had to give. She wrapped one arm around his neck and the other she ran through his hair. They both moaned as the kiss was deepened. Finally, coming up for air, they both giggled at how silly it all was now.
Harry: So, you're not going anywhere, no matter how bad it gets or how hard I push? *she shook her head 'no'* So you forgive me then?
Hermione: Only if you promise not to over think anything ever again. You also have to promise to come to me and talk about it first.
Harry: I promise Hermione.
He reached out and ran a hand through her soft brown hair, loving every minute of it. She closed her eyes and moaned, leaning in closer to his touch.
Harry: I also promise you, love, never to leave you again.
She turned and looked at him, reached up and sealed that promise with a loving kiss.
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A/N: Awwww…. That was so sweet! Harry can be so fluffy sometimes. Told ya it would get better. Well you have come to the end of my fic. Hope you liked it. Please exit to the right and could the last person, yeah you in the back, could you please turn off the lights before you leave? Tks. Until my next fic *blows a big kiss* Later!
~~~~~closing credits ~~~~~~
(dramatic music playing in back ground)
Harry ------------- Harry
Hermione-------- Hermione
Ron --------------- Ron
Lavender -------- Lavender
Other students - Other students
*you have to scroll down slowly*
Author: Pinku
Writer: Pinku
Novelist: Pinku
Poet: Pinku
Dramatist: Pinku
Essayist: Pinku
Creator: Pinku
Journalist: Pinku
Original book and idea: J.K Rowling
(end dramatic music playing in back ground)