Disclaimer: HP & Co. belong to JKR. This plot and other eventual
character belong to Dani.
***** Oh my Gosh! I am soooooooo sorry! I really meant to post more last night. I hope you guys can forgive me. I'll really try to post more tonight.
Harry approached Hermione the very next chance he got, that is, three days later. He would've done it sooner but she kept vanishing when he was nearby. This time, though, she stayed to hear what Harry had to say.
'Hermione, I'm so sorry. I don't feel anything for Cho. Please believe me. I can't sleep at night knowing you'll never be in my arms again.'
Hermione smiled at him, not an evil grin or anything, just a normal smile. And the next words she said hurt Harry more than any physical injuries he's experienced.
'That's just it, Harry. I can.'
There was a long silence then Harry finally said something.
'We're breaking up, aren't we?' he said sadly, but secretly hoping for her to say 'no'.
'Harry, you already know the answer.'
'But I don't want to, Hermione. I don't.'
'Harry, it's not just the kiss. I've thought about it and I'm really busy with my O.W.L.s and you're busy doing Quidditch. I don't think we're meant to go out.' she said flatly, ignoring Harry's unbelievably devastated look. 'But we can still be friends, Harry. I would love to still keep you as a friend.' she said on a lighter note.
Harry forced a most painful smile and lied, 'I'd like that, too.'
Harry hid from everyone the fact that he can't accept Hermione and him apart. He wasn't playing Quidditch like he used to. At practice, it took him longer than usual to catch the Snitch. He said this was just pressure from cramming for his O.W.L.s.
And when Hermione was around and playing with him, friend-like, he wasn't the same as well. He secretly hated himself.
He woke up a few weeks after the kiss to find an owl perched on the window nearest to him. He opened the letter and he read it to himself.
You went out with that Mudblood and you kissed that Cho! Why can't you notice me? I'm here for you, my love. I'll wait for you.... even if it means forever.
Harry was now confused. He thought...well not really, more hoped, that Cho was the one who sent him the Valentine. From the looks of this letter, Cho's probably not, he thought to himself.
Sometimes Harry would go to Gryffindor's hidden chamber and think about where his life's going. He really missed Hermione. Not the friend Hermione, the one he cared about.
It was true he never told her he loved her. He never used the words 'I love you' in her presence. But the fact was, he did. He couldn't get over her. Nothing and NO ONE will make him change his mind. He loved Hermione. But she didn't love him...
Today was Gryffindor's Quidditch match with Ravenclaw. Harry would usually be panicking but he didn't feel like it.
He went down to the Great Hall for lunch. He only had two subjects today, Herbology and Charms, and they were both finished.
He went to the Gryffindor table and sat, to his slight joy, next to Hermione. She didn't mind.
'Good luck today, Harry. You'll score good some points for Gryffindor.' she said, trying to get him some confidence.
Harry smiled his weak smile. He hasn't smiled the million dollar one for ages. And today wasn't an exception.
'Thanks.' he said finally.
She smiled and left the Gryffindor table. Probably to go to the girl's bathroom.
Harry and the whole Gryffindor Quidditch team were now ready to go out there and do Gryffindor proud. More them than Harry.
He heard Lee Jordan's commentating voice as he introduced the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. Harry felt his stomach churn as he heard Cho Chang's name called out.
One by one, the Gryffindor team was called forth and as usual, Harry, the seeker was last to be called.
He mounted his broom and flew high up. For one brief moment, he felt like letting go, but he was overcome with the thought, 'What am I doing?'
He saw the crowd of students in different houses. So far, Gryffindor's won 2 games. Win this, and the Quidditch cup's theirs.
When Madam Hooch blew the whistle, Harry searched for the Snitch, he wanted to find it, not because of the Quidditch cup anymore, but because he wasn't up to this. It's just not the same...
Harry was flying around, looking for the Snitch when he saw her, Hermione, in the stands. He felt his worries go away as she smiled the smile she used when Harry was down.
Then her smile faded. Harry wondered why, only to find out the answer.
Cho Chang was coming closer to Harry. She had a smile, too. A triumphant one. Then, Harry saw it. The Snitch!
Right over his head! He didn't know why but after he saw it, it was easy enough to catch; after all, it came to him...
'Harry Potter caught the Snitch! He receives 150 points for catching the Snitch!' yelled Lee Jordan, which shook the ground.
The Gryffindor stand erupted with applause. They won the Quidditch Cup!
Harry looked at Hermione again. She was smiling at him, beaming.
Somehow, even though he won for Gryffindor, it felt very much like an empty victory when he saw her face.
He was landing, still a few feet up, when it happened. He saw Hermione scream, 'Harry, watch out!' but it was too late.
An over excited Bludger had hit him right in the head, then the other one on his side.
He felt blood drip down from his head as he fell, 9, 10 feet from the air. He could hear screaming but he couldn't see it...he opened his eyes one last time and saw Hermione's lovely face staring at him with great concern and worry.
'Harry, you're gonna be alright.' she said.
But Harry could barely hear these words. As he was leaving the conscious world, he felt a tear fall on his face...he knew it was from Hermione. The pain from the hits was bearable thanks to a tiny teardrop...
He fainted from lose of blood.
************** I am working on the next chapter now. It should only take me about an hour!
***** Oh my Gosh! I am soooooooo sorry! I really meant to post more last night. I hope you guys can forgive me. I'll really try to post more tonight.
Harry approached Hermione the very next chance he got, that is, three days later. He would've done it sooner but she kept vanishing when he was nearby. This time, though, she stayed to hear what Harry had to say.
'Hermione, I'm so sorry. I don't feel anything for Cho. Please believe me. I can't sleep at night knowing you'll never be in my arms again.'
Hermione smiled at him, not an evil grin or anything, just a normal smile. And the next words she said hurt Harry more than any physical injuries he's experienced.
'That's just it, Harry. I can.'
There was a long silence then Harry finally said something.
'We're breaking up, aren't we?' he said sadly, but secretly hoping for her to say 'no'.
'Harry, you already know the answer.'
'But I don't want to, Hermione. I don't.'
'Harry, it's not just the kiss. I've thought about it and I'm really busy with my O.W.L.s and you're busy doing Quidditch. I don't think we're meant to go out.' she said flatly, ignoring Harry's unbelievably devastated look. 'But we can still be friends, Harry. I would love to still keep you as a friend.' she said on a lighter note.
Harry forced a most painful smile and lied, 'I'd like that, too.'
Harry hid from everyone the fact that he can't accept Hermione and him apart. He wasn't playing Quidditch like he used to. At practice, it took him longer than usual to catch the Snitch. He said this was just pressure from cramming for his O.W.L.s.
And when Hermione was around and playing with him, friend-like, he wasn't the same as well. He secretly hated himself.
He woke up a few weeks after the kiss to find an owl perched on the window nearest to him. He opened the letter and he read it to himself.
You went out with that Mudblood and you kissed that Cho! Why can't you notice me? I'm here for you, my love. I'll wait for you.... even if it means forever.
Harry was now confused. He thought...well not really, more hoped, that Cho was the one who sent him the Valentine. From the looks of this letter, Cho's probably not, he thought to himself.
Sometimes Harry would go to Gryffindor's hidden chamber and think about where his life's going. He really missed Hermione. Not the friend Hermione, the one he cared about.
It was true he never told her he loved her. He never used the words 'I love you' in her presence. But the fact was, he did. He couldn't get over her. Nothing and NO ONE will make him change his mind. He loved Hermione. But she didn't love him...
Today was Gryffindor's Quidditch match with Ravenclaw. Harry would usually be panicking but he didn't feel like it.
He went down to the Great Hall for lunch. He only had two subjects today, Herbology and Charms, and they were both finished.
He went to the Gryffindor table and sat, to his slight joy, next to Hermione. She didn't mind.
'Good luck today, Harry. You'll score good some points for Gryffindor.' she said, trying to get him some confidence.
Harry smiled his weak smile. He hasn't smiled the million dollar one for ages. And today wasn't an exception.
'Thanks.' he said finally.
She smiled and left the Gryffindor table. Probably to go to the girl's bathroom.
Harry and the whole Gryffindor Quidditch team were now ready to go out there and do Gryffindor proud. More them than Harry.
He heard Lee Jordan's commentating voice as he introduced the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. Harry felt his stomach churn as he heard Cho Chang's name called out.
One by one, the Gryffindor team was called forth and as usual, Harry, the seeker was last to be called.
He mounted his broom and flew high up. For one brief moment, he felt like letting go, but he was overcome with the thought, 'What am I doing?'
He saw the crowd of students in different houses. So far, Gryffindor's won 2 games. Win this, and the Quidditch cup's theirs.
When Madam Hooch blew the whistle, Harry searched for the Snitch, he wanted to find it, not because of the Quidditch cup anymore, but because he wasn't up to this. It's just not the same...
Harry was flying around, looking for the Snitch when he saw her, Hermione, in the stands. He felt his worries go away as she smiled the smile she used when Harry was down.
Then her smile faded. Harry wondered why, only to find out the answer.
Cho Chang was coming closer to Harry. She had a smile, too. A triumphant one. Then, Harry saw it. The Snitch!
Right over his head! He didn't know why but after he saw it, it was easy enough to catch; after all, it came to him...
'Harry Potter caught the Snitch! He receives 150 points for catching the Snitch!' yelled Lee Jordan, which shook the ground.
The Gryffindor stand erupted with applause. They won the Quidditch Cup!
Harry looked at Hermione again. She was smiling at him, beaming.
Somehow, even though he won for Gryffindor, it felt very much like an empty victory when he saw her face.
He was landing, still a few feet up, when it happened. He saw Hermione scream, 'Harry, watch out!' but it was too late.
An over excited Bludger had hit him right in the head, then the other one on his side.
He felt blood drip down from his head as he fell, 9, 10 feet from the air. He could hear screaming but he couldn't see it...he opened his eyes one last time and saw Hermione's lovely face staring at him with great concern and worry.
'Harry, you're gonna be alright.' she said.
But Harry could barely hear these words. As he was leaving the conscious world, he felt a tear fall on his face...he knew it was from Hermione. The pain from the hits was bearable thanks to a tiny teardrop...
He fainted from lose of blood.
************** I am working on the next chapter now. It should only take me about an hour!