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A/N: Well... what can i say? I only got 2 reviews for my last chapter!! Are you guys getting back at me for not posting anything for such along time?=p ... well anyway, here's chapter four and it's up much sooner!! It's my computer people!! It's totally screwed up and i have no idea how to fix it, so i have to wait for my dad to bring his laptop and i write there... well anyway... I hope you like it... and for those who are impatient and are totally narrow-minded... this story is being told through flashbacks... in this one, i know that Harry can't see what Hermione was doing as it is from his POV, but hey i had to tell the story somehow!! Enjoy!
Chapter Four
"When, Mr.Thomas and Mr.Finnigan, kindly begin acting their age, we will proceed in learning the theory of how to transifgure desks into pigs,"
Professor McGonagall informed the class with a stern look shooting towards Dean and Seamus, who at least had the decency of looking partly
embarrassed. Harry chuckled to himself, and winked at Dean who was mimicking their professor.
"Just because I have my back turned, Mr.Thomas, doesn't mean i can't see what you are doing," McGonagall told Dean, and he immediately
had a look of shock plastered on his face, and the rest of the class laughed heartedly at this. Professor McGonagall began writing the theory
on the blackboard, and then turned to explain to the class the wand movement and pronounciation.
However, it was getting really hot and the sun was burning on Harry's skin, as he was sitting next to the window. His eyes began to feel
heavy and he felt drowsy. 'Just for a minute,' he thought, and he let his eyelids close, immediately sending him into a deep slumber. A slumber
which would prove very disturbing...
FLASHBACK
During the walk home, Hermione had been very quiet, worrying Harry but he didn't say anything until they were in the safety of the
house.
"Mione what is it?" he asked. Hermione however just kept looking into space, apparently deep in her thoughts.
'How i'm i going to tell him? Oh dear God please help him? How did i tell the man that i love that i can't love him? We can't be together? How
do i break his heart when he IS my heart?...' Her thoughts trailed on, as Harry kept repeating her name. When he realized that he wasn't getting
anywhere, he touched her shoulder and felt her jump at his touch.
"Hey what's going on?" he asked gingerly. She kept looking at him, with a look that scared him. 'She looks so scared and alone,' he thought.
"Come here," he told her, and made to give her a kiss but she jumped a step back. "Sweetie what is it? Did i do something wrong? You can
tell me anything," he said.
"No Harry that's just it!" she began, as fresh, hot tears started to pool at the corners of her eyes, making them sting. But she would not
let them trail down her face. "We can't do this anymore. Harry... it's.... i'm sorry but it's over. We can't continue seeing each other..."
At that moment, Harry felt a tug at his heart, but wouldn't allow it to grow into fear. This was all a joke...it had to be!
"Mione if this is some kind of practical joke then it's not funny. Listen, we can get through anything. I mean, look at what we had to get
through so we could be together! Please tell me this is all one big joke..." he begged her, as his eyes searched her cinammon pools for any sign
that she was pulling him on. His heart sank even lower when he saw that she was saying the truth. 'Oh no...' he thought.
"I'm really sorry Harry, but i can't keep doing this. I can't keep; playing; with your feelings," she told him slowly and deliberately, for the
words to have an even bigger impact. Harry could've sworn that he heard the sound of his heart breaking, and his dreams shattering while they
hit the cold floor.
"NO!" he shouted, "No! You can't do this! Hermione i love you and i know that you love me too!"
Hermione used all of her will power not to just wrap him in her arms and tell him that she was sorry, and that she was stupid for saying
those stuff...that they belonged together and that she loves him with every fibre in her body. However, she did not. 'I have to do this... for Harry
and for me...' she thought, thus putting up the snobby, know-it-all mask that she wore all those years ago when she first met Harry and Ron.
"Ofcourse i love you Harry," she told him but continued with an even colder voice when she saw the look of relief on Harry, "I love you
as a friend. It was a mistake. It was an infatuation, if you could call it that, and not some big love that would promise us being together forever.
Tonight has proved to be a night that opened my eyes. I do not love you as a lover, but as a best friend. I'm sorry," she informed him, and before
she had to endure to look into his emerald green eyes that held so much sadness and pain, she turned around and fled through the door.
Harry kept his eyes locked onto the timber door that just slammed shut. His world had just fallen and he didn't do anything to prevent
it for happening. He just stood there motionless, and his brain wasn't functioning. 'Did that really happen?' he wondered, but the ache in his heart
was so much, that he believed that it was true... 'No...' he thought. How could i have been so stupid?' he thought angrily. He walked up to the door
and laid a hand on the timber material.
"I love you..." he muttered softly, and tears started to stream down his face as it hung with defeat.
On the other side of the door, sat Hermione with her head in her hands and the tears pouring down her face. She just ruined the one
thing that was true and constant in her life, all because she didn't have the resolve to fight back to her parents. 'How could they do this to me?'
The cold night cut like daggers through her skin but she was only marginally aware of this, as her train of thoughts was on a roll. 'I should've fought for Harry and our love, i'm i really that selfish?' but as that thought entered her mind as quickly dismissed it. She knew why she had done it, but she couldn't believe that she had actually done it. With the end of her sleeve, she cleared away her tears and stood up, determined to get away as soon as possible as there was a chance of Harry coming back out. No sooner had she walked down the three steps, when she heard sobbing. Her heart was breaking into a million pieces but she knew that it was for the best. 'How can it be for the best when all my life is him?' she thought sorrowfully, but strode away nonetheless, not wanting to lose her resolve...
"I love you..." she whispered into the cold night, her whisper being carried by a gust of wind...
END OF FLASHBACK
"MR.POTTER!" Professor MsGonagall shouted, and Harry jerked awake. "Thank you for honouring us with being awake Mr.Potter, i will see you for detention this afternoon," she informed him, as she continued to demonstrate how to transform the desk. He felt all eyes on him, and was sure that he was a complete replica of a tomato. He chanced to look up and green eyes locked with brown. Was that worry he saw in them? 'Why in the world would she still care for me?' he wondered. 'Because you dolt, she loves you!' his logical voice piped in. 'That's not possible, she made it quite clear that night that it was all an act,' he told himself sternly. 'Whatever you say mate,' it said simply. Not knowing why he was even troubled by that last remark, he vowed to have a talk with Hermione, as she averted her eyes from him.
'Keep it under control Hermione. You haven't got this far so you could ruin all now,' she reprimanded herself. He sighed out of frustration and ran a hand through his raven-black hair, causing it to stand up even more.
"Harry, you just made it worse," Ron snickered and gave him a pat on the back, since he was the only one who knew what really happened between his two best friends. "It's ok, it'll work out," he encouraged him, and Harry felt himself appreciating this gesture, even if Ron was a great prat.
"Yea..." he trailed off, as his eyes darted now and then towards Hermione. 'Tonight,' he thought with a determined look on his face, and he got a piece of parchment and his quill, and started copying the theory...
A/N: Well... did you like it? It was fun writing this and i got inspired by a song which i can't remember it's name! Yes well, please please review!! i'd like to know what my readers think of my writing!! Anything you want...help me get better... oh and if you have any ideas on what should happen please tell me... i'm going to write the next chapter based on your opinions! Thanks=) REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!! (i'll update soon!!)
Love's Fool
A/N: Well... what can i say? I only got 2 reviews for my last chapter!! Are you guys getting back at me for not posting anything for such along time?=p ... well anyway, here's chapter four and it's up much sooner!! It's my computer people!! It's totally screwed up and i have no idea how to fix it, so i have to wait for my dad to bring his laptop and i write there... well anyway... I hope you like it... and for those who are impatient and are totally narrow-minded... this story is being told through flashbacks... in this one, i know that Harry can't see what Hermione was doing as it is from his POV, but hey i had to tell the story somehow!! Enjoy!
Chapter Four
"When, Mr.Thomas and Mr.Finnigan, kindly begin acting their age, we will proceed in learning the theory of how to transifgure desks into pigs,"
Professor McGonagall informed the class with a stern look shooting towards Dean and Seamus, who at least had the decency of looking partly
embarrassed. Harry chuckled to himself, and winked at Dean who was mimicking their professor.
"Just because I have my back turned, Mr.Thomas, doesn't mean i can't see what you are doing," McGonagall told Dean, and he immediately
had a look of shock plastered on his face, and the rest of the class laughed heartedly at this. Professor McGonagall began writing the theory
on the blackboard, and then turned to explain to the class the wand movement and pronounciation.
However, it was getting really hot and the sun was burning on Harry's skin, as he was sitting next to the window. His eyes began to feel
heavy and he felt drowsy. 'Just for a minute,' he thought, and he let his eyelids close, immediately sending him into a deep slumber. A slumber
which would prove very disturbing...
FLASHBACK
During the walk home, Hermione had been very quiet, worrying Harry but he didn't say anything until they were in the safety of the
house.
"Mione what is it?" he asked. Hermione however just kept looking into space, apparently deep in her thoughts.
'How i'm i going to tell him? Oh dear God please help him? How did i tell the man that i love that i can't love him? We can't be together? How
do i break his heart when he IS my heart?...' Her thoughts trailed on, as Harry kept repeating her name. When he realized that he wasn't getting
anywhere, he touched her shoulder and felt her jump at his touch.
"Hey what's going on?" he asked gingerly. She kept looking at him, with a look that scared him. 'She looks so scared and alone,' he thought.
"Come here," he told her, and made to give her a kiss but she jumped a step back. "Sweetie what is it? Did i do something wrong? You can
tell me anything," he said.
"No Harry that's just it!" she began, as fresh, hot tears started to pool at the corners of her eyes, making them sting. But she would not
let them trail down her face. "We can't do this anymore. Harry... it's.... i'm sorry but it's over. We can't continue seeing each other..."
At that moment, Harry felt a tug at his heart, but wouldn't allow it to grow into fear. This was all a joke...it had to be!
"Mione if this is some kind of practical joke then it's not funny. Listen, we can get through anything. I mean, look at what we had to get
through so we could be together! Please tell me this is all one big joke..." he begged her, as his eyes searched her cinammon pools for any sign
that she was pulling him on. His heart sank even lower when he saw that she was saying the truth. 'Oh no...' he thought.
"I'm really sorry Harry, but i can't keep doing this. I can't keep; playing; with your feelings," she told him slowly and deliberately, for the
words to have an even bigger impact. Harry could've sworn that he heard the sound of his heart breaking, and his dreams shattering while they
hit the cold floor.
"NO!" he shouted, "No! You can't do this! Hermione i love you and i know that you love me too!"
Hermione used all of her will power not to just wrap him in her arms and tell him that she was sorry, and that she was stupid for saying
those stuff...that they belonged together and that she loves him with every fibre in her body. However, she did not. 'I have to do this... for Harry
and for me...' she thought, thus putting up the snobby, know-it-all mask that she wore all those years ago when she first met Harry and Ron.
"Ofcourse i love you Harry," she told him but continued with an even colder voice when she saw the look of relief on Harry, "I love you
as a friend. It was a mistake. It was an infatuation, if you could call it that, and not some big love that would promise us being together forever.
Tonight has proved to be a night that opened my eyes. I do not love you as a lover, but as a best friend. I'm sorry," she informed him, and before
she had to endure to look into his emerald green eyes that held so much sadness and pain, she turned around and fled through the door.
Harry kept his eyes locked onto the timber door that just slammed shut. His world had just fallen and he didn't do anything to prevent
it for happening. He just stood there motionless, and his brain wasn't functioning. 'Did that really happen?' he wondered, but the ache in his heart
was so much, that he believed that it was true... 'No...' he thought. How could i have been so stupid?' he thought angrily. He walked up to the door
and laid a hand on the timber material.
"I love you..." he muttered softly, and tears started to stream down his face as it hung with defeat.
On the other side of the door, sat Hermione with her head in her hands and the tears pouring down her face. She just ruined the one
thing that was true and constant in her life, all because she didn't have the resolve to fight back to her parents. 'How could they do this to me?'
The cold night cut like daggers through her skin but she was only marginally aware of this, as her train of thoughts was on a roll. 'I should've fought for Harry and our love, i'm i really that selfish?' but as that thought entered her mind as quickly dismissed it. She knew why she had done it, but she couldn't believe that she had actually done it. With the end of her sleeve, she cleared away her tears and stood up, determined to get away as soon as possible as there was a chance of Harry coming back out. No sooner had she walked down the three steps, when she heard sobbing. Her heart was breaking into a million pieces but she knew that it was for the best. 'How can it be for the best when all my life is him?' she thought sorrowfully, but strode away nonetheless, not wanting to lose her resolve...
"I love you..." she whispered into the cold night, her whisper being carried by a gust of wind...
END OF FLASHBACK
"MR.POTTER!" Professor MsGonagall shouted, and Harry jerked awake. "Thank you for honouring us with being awake Mr.Potter, i will see you for detention this afternoon," she informed him, as she continued to demonstrate how to transform the desk. He felt all eyes on him, and was sure that he was a complete replica of a tomato. He chanced to look up and green eyes locked with brown. Was that worry he saw in them? 'Why in the world would she still care for me?' he wondered. 'Because you dolt, she loves you!' his logical voice piped in. 'That's not possible, she made it quite clear that night that it was all an act,' he told himself sternly. 'Whatever you say mate,' it said simply. Not knowing why he was even troubled by that last remark, he vowed to have a talk with Hermione, as she averted her eyes from him.
'Keep it under control Hermione. You haven't got this far so you could ruin all now,' she reprimanded herself. He sighed out of frustration and ran a hand through his raven-black hair, causing it to stand up even more.
"Harry, you just made it worse," Ron snickered and gave him a pat on the back, since he was the only one who knew what really happened between his two best friends. "It's ok, it'll work out," he encouraged him, and Harry felt himself appreciating this gesture, even if Ron was a great prat.
"Yea..." he trailed off, as his eyes darted now and then towards Hermione. 'Tonight,' he thought with a determined look on his face, and he got a piece of parchment and his quill, and started copying the theory...
A/N: Well... did you like it? It was fun writing this and i got inspired by a song which i can't remember it's name! Yes well, please please review!! i'd like to know what my readers think of my writing!! Anything you want...help me get better... oh and if you have any ideas on what should happen please tell me... i'm going to write the next chapter based on your opinions! Thanks=) REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!! (i'll update soon!!)
Love's Fool