A/N – I'm sorry if you didn't like the last chapter but it's all part of
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Hermione ran into the dormitory sobbing. How could Harry do that to her? How could he lie to her like that? She was so hurt, she didn't know if she liked him now or not. She hated him at the moment, but felt as thought she loved him at the same time. Her heart ached with pain and longing all at the same time. All thought she felt she knew she liked Harry, she was so angry with him. She couldn't look at his face again without bursting into tears but not only out of anger, also out of embarrassment, he now knew her secret. That she had secretly been having dreams about him, and if were to find out, she didn't imagine it to me like this. She didn't think he liked her that way and now he new about her feelings about him that she had been developing. This is horrible, she thought and she cried hard as ever, shaking and starting to feel ill. She cried for what seemed like hours. Parvati had come to try and talk to her and see what was wrong but Hermione just shooed her away and told her to leave her alone. She got no sleep, and in the morning felt incredibly worn out. She felt worn of all emotion, but yet bursting with emotion at the same time. Had she overreacted? If so, she couldn't help it, it hurt her just the same.
After Hermione had ran upstairs Harry stood there trying desperately not to cry. He was so stupid for keeping the diary. He ruined everything. There seemed to be nothing that could changer her mind. She was set on her feelings toward Harry; hate. The more Harry thought of this the more difficult it became to restrain his emotions. He decided to go up to the dormitory and try, as impossible as ever it seemed, to get some sleep.
He tossed and turned until the sun came up and he heard the rustling of covers, indicating that his fellow Gryffindors were waking. Harry pretended to be just waking up too. He got up and dressed with the rest of the boys.
"How'd you s-s-sleep?" yawned Ron.
"Oh, uh alright, you?" Harry replied, trying to sounds as normal as possible.
"I slept great." Ron answered as they headed down the spiral staircase.
They were just about to crawl out of the portrait hole when Harry saw Hermione start down the stairs. He could tell she had been crying; her eyes were puffy and bloodshot.
"You go on ahead, I er- I forgot something. I'll meet up with you." Harry aid, hoping to get to talk to Hermione without Ron around.
"Oh, yeah, alright then." Said Ron suspiciously.
Harry walked back towards the stairs and found Hermione at the bottom.
"Hermione listen can we please talk" said Harry a bit desperately.
Hermione looked up at Harry and caught a glimpse of those green eyes. Her stomach gave a lurch and then she looked away and said weakly, "Oh, Harry please I really don't want to talk about it."
"Well I- I just want you to know I'm sorry." Harry said sadly.
Hermione didn't say anything but looked at Harry. Stared into his eyes for a moment and then walked away.
Harry let out a sigh. It's hopeless, he thought as he went sulking down to breakfast. He found, when he got there, Hermione sitting next to Parvati, instead of in her usual spot with him and Ron. Further down the table he spotted Ron sitting alone. He walked over and sat down, mustering up everything he could to try and act normal.
"Hey, what took you so long?" said Ron.
"Oh, er-had to use the toilet." Harry lied.
"Oh. I wonder why Hermione doesn't want to sit with us today. Says she's gunna sit with the girls for a change. Seemed a bit upset really."
"Hmm.." replied Harry, that was all he could think to say, as he knew the truth about why she wouldn't sit with them.
They ate their breakfast in silence for the most part, and then headed up to get their things, and off to class.
They day went by unbearably slow for Harry, neither he nor Hermione talked very much and it was starting to infuriate Ron. It was the last class of the day when he had finally lost it.
"What on earth is wrong with you two??" He exclaimed, "If I didn't know any better I'd say you both gone mental or something!"
Neither of them spoke.
"Hello? I said what is wrong with you two?"
"I just had a very bad night" Hermione snapped, she didn't fancy being yelled at right now.
"Yeah. Me too." Harry said coldly.
Ron didn't reply for a moment but just looked at both of them and then muttered "I give up." To himself.
At dinner, Hermione again chose to sit with Parvati.
"Harry, really, tell me what's wrong? You know you can trust me, right?"
Harry heaved a sigh. He decided he would tell Ron, so he began. "Well, a couple of nights ago you know how Hermione had lost something?"
"Yeah" Ron said slowly.
"Well," Harry continued, "I found it. It was her diary, and I just gave it back to her last night. She got very upset about it."
"Oh," Ron began. "So let me get this straight, you found Hermione's diary and didn't tell me about it?"
"Yeah," said Harry, "I'm really sorry."
"Well, it's alright I guess, but why is it making you upset?"
"She told me she hated me." Harry tried to swallow the lump in his throat.
"Wow, over a diary." Said Ron. "I don't get girls, all off their rocker's if you ask me."
Harry shrugged not really wanting to talk about it any more.
The snow outside was now thick as ever over the grounds. Harry tried countless times to talk to Hermione but she insisted that she did not want to talk about it, and Harry was getting very tired of it and was on the verge of giving up until the last day before Christmas break.
The day had started normally. Hermione would now sit with the boys again, but refused to speak with Harry. They ate their breakfast and then headed off to Defense Against the Dark Arts, where they would be having their end of term final. Everyone felt pretty confident, as their new professor had taught them everything excellently.
When they were all done with the finals, Professor Snape said, "You all did just fine on your finals, I'm sure. I hope you all have an excellent Christmas holiday." And with a smile on his face he dismissed the class, but then quickly added "Oh, Miss Granger, could I please have a word with you in my office?" and as everyone piled out, Hermione stayed back and went into his office, shutting the door and sitting down as instructed.
"Miss Granger I can't help but noticing a change in your behavior. You seem to be depressed. It's been like this for a couple of weeks now. You don't seem to be putting the same effort into your work as you did before, besides it's Christmas, and everyone should be happy, but you're not." He looked up at her with a look of nothing but care and concern. "What's wrong Hermione?"
Hermione gulped. Tears were swelling in her eyes. Why did he care so much? It seemed comforting to her thought, she needed someone to care, so she began to tell him trying hard not to cry.
"Um,well..." She didn't know where to start, but then it just poured out of her as if it had been locked up for ages, "This boy, he found my diary, and I didn't want him to find it because I had written in it about him and he found it and kept it, and he read it, and now he knows that I like him and I am so embarrassed and we aren't even friends and I told him that I hated him but I don't hate him I don't." Hermione was now sobbing
Professor just looked at her for a moment and then said "I see," in a very calm voice "and does this boy happen to have black hair and glasses with a funny scar on his forehead by any chance?"
Hermione blushed furiously, and replied very quietly, "yes"
"I see." He said again. "Well Hermione, I am not expert on love, but I suggest that you talk to er-this "boy" and tell him how you feel. Who knows, he might just feel the same way about you I know you are upset about your diary, but we cannot control our curiosity all the time, no one can." He smiled.
"Thank you Professor. I'm sorry I got so upset, it's just, well, I haven't really anyone to talk to." Hermione felt so grateful for his advice.
"Oh, the pleasure is all mine Miss Granger. You seem to always have a lot on your plate and if you ever need to talk, my door will always be open."
Hermione blushed again and said "Thanks professor." And walked out of his office and hurried to her next class.
She was distracted in her other classes, thinking of what on earth she would say to Harry. She new she had to talk to him about it tonight or she would go insane. At dinner, she was very quiet and ate her food very fast.
"See you in the common room." She mumbled and she left up to rehearse what she was going to say to Harry.
"What was that all about?" asked Ron. Harry shrugged. They finished their dinner and then headed upstairs.
Hermione was sitting on the couch when they got there, she seemed to be very interested in the fire.
"Hey, how come you left so quick?" Hermione looked up with a jump.
"Oh, erm-Ron could I have a moment with Harry?"
Ron shook his head and turned to head up for the dormitory. Harry could've sworn he heard him mumble something like "ridiculous" under his breath.
"What is it Hermione?" asked Harry. He wasn't sure what to expect but he was glad she was at least speaking with him.
"Harry, I-I wanted to apologize" she started. "I really overreacted and should have never said that I hated you," at these words tears started to form in her eyes, "because I really don't of course." She looked up at Harry, expecting his reaction.
"Oh, well that's okay Hermione, I really shouldn't have read your diary in the first place and I'm really sorry." Harry barely had time to see her reaction, for she had burst into tears and flung her arms around him.
"Oh H-Harry It's really n-not okay. That w-was a t-terrible thing for me to s-say. I should've e-expected anyone w-who found it t-to read it."
Harry put his arms around Hermione comfortingly as her assured her it was okay. She felt so warm in his arms. He made her feel safe, as if nothing in the world could harm her. It was better then in her dreams.
Similar feelings were running through Harry. He wanted to hold her forever, her warm body resting on his. And she smelt so good. He would've given anything to stay like that throughout the night, when finally Hermione pulled away from him.
"Harry I really like you, not just as a friend as more. I know you don't feel the say but—"she was cute off. Harry, not particularly knowing what he was doing, had leaned in and kissed her. Warmth was spreading through both of their bodies as if the touch of their lips had sparked a fire. They sat there, taking in every bit of the warm passion when Harry pulled away.
"I really like you too." He said, blushing, thought you could hardly tell, as the fire was the only light in the room. Hermione's eyes once again filled with tears and she lunged herself into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder as they sat there, holding each other.
Disclaimer- I do not own any of the wonderful characters except the new Snape.
Hermione ran into the dormitory sobbing. How could Harry do that to her? How could he lie to her like that? She was so hurt, she didn't know if she liked him now or not. She hated him at the moment, but felt as thought she loved him at the same time. Her heart ached with pain and longing all at the same time. All thought she felt she knew she liked Harry, she was so angry with him. She couldn't look at his face again without bursting into tears but not only out of anger, also out of embarrassment, he now knew her secret. That she had secretly been having dreams about him, and if were to find out, she didn't imagine it to me like this. She didn't think he liked her that way and now he new about her feelings about him that she had been developing. This is horrible, she thought and she cried hard as ever, shaking and starting to feel ill. She cried for what seemed like hours. Parvati had come to try and talk to her and see what was wrong but Hermione just shooed her away and told her to leave her alone. She got no sleep, and in the morning felt incredibly worn out. She felt worn of all emotion, but yet bursting with emotion at the same time. Had she overreacted? If so, she couldn't help it, it hurt her just the same.
After Hermione had ran upstairs Harry stood there trying desperately not to cry. He was so stupid for keeping the diary. He ruined everything. There seemed to be nothing that could changer her mind. She was set on her feelings toward Harry; hate. The more Harry thought of this the more difficult it became to restrain his emotions. He decided to go up to the dormitory and try, as impossible as ever it seemed, to get some sleep.
He tossed and turned until the sun came up and he heard the rustling of covers, indicating that his fellow Gryffindors were waking. Harry pretended to be just waking up too. He got up and dressed with the rest of the boys.
"How'd you s-s-sleep?" yawned Ron.
"Oh, uh alright, you?" Harry replied, trying to sounds as normal as possible.
"I slept great." Ron answered as they headed down the spiral staircase.
They were just about to crawl out of the portrait hole when Harry saw Hermione start down the stairs. He could tell she had been crying; her eyes were puffy and bloodshot.
"You go on ahead, I er- I forgot something. I'll meet up with you." Harry aid, hoping to get to talk to Hermione without Ron around.
"Oh, yeah, alright then." Said Ron suspiciously.
Harry walked back towards the stairs and found Hermione at the bottom.
"Hermione listen can we please talk" said Harry a bit desperately.
Hermione looked up at Harry and caught a glimpse of those green eyes. Her stomach gave a lurch and then she looked away and said weakly, "Oh, Harry please I really don't want to talk about it."
"Well I- I just want you to know I'm sorry." Harry said sadly.
Hermione didn't say anything but looked at Harry. Stared into his eyes for a moment and then walked away.
Harry let out a sigh. It's hopeless, he thought as he went sulking down to breakfast. He found, when he got there, Hermione sitting next to Parvati, instead of in her usual spot with him and Ron. Further down the table he spotted Ron sitting alone. He walked over and sat down, mustering up everything he could to try and act normal.
"Hey, what took you so long?" said Ron.
"Oh, er-had to use the toilet." Harry lied.
"Oh. I wonder why Hermione doesn't want to sit with us today. Says she's gunna sit with the girls for a change. Seemed a bit upset really."
"Hmm.." replied Harry, that was all he could think to say, as he knew the truth about why she wouldn't sit with them.
They ate their breakfast in silence for the most part, and then headed up to get their things, and off to class.
They day went by unbearably slow for Harry, neither he nor Hermione talked very much and it was starting to infuriate Ron. It was the last class of the day when he had finally lost it.
"What on earth is wrong with you two??" He exclaimed, "If I didn't know any better I'd say you both gone mental or something!"
Neither of them spoke.
"Hello? I said what is wrong with you two?"
"I just had a very bad night" Hermione snapped, she didn't fancy being yelled at right now.
"Yeah. Me too." Harry said coldly.
Ron didn't reply for a moment but just looked at both of them and then muttered "I give up." To himself.
At dinner, Hermione again chose to sit with Parvati.
"Harry, really, tell me what's wrong? You know you can trust me, right?"
Harry heaved a sigh. He decided he would tell Ron, so he began. "Well, a couple of nights ago you know how Hermione had lost something?"
"Yeah" Ron said slowly.
"Well," Harry continued, "I found it. It was her diary, and I just gave it back to her last night. She got very upset about it."
"Oh," Ron began. "So let me get this straight, you found Hermione's diary and didn't tell me about it?"
"Yeah," said Harry, "I'm really sorry."
"Well, it's alright I guess, but why is it making you upset?"
"She told me she hated me." Harry tried to swallow the lump in his throat.
"Wow, over a diary." Said Ron. "I don't get girls, all off their rocker's if you ask me."
Harry shrugged not really wanting to talk about it any more.
The snow outside was now thick as ever over the grounds. Harry tried countless times to talk to Hermione but she insisted that she did not want to talk about it, and Harry was getting very tired of it and was on the verge of giving up until the last day before Christmas break.
The day had started normally. Hermione would now sit with the boys again, but refused to speak with Harry. They ate their breakfast and then headed off to Defense Against the Dark Arts, where they would be having their end of term final. Everyone felt pretty confident, as their new professor had taught them everything excellently.
When they were all done with the finals, Professor Snape said, "You all did just fine on your finals, I'm sure. I hope you all have an excellent Christmas holiday." And with a smile on his face he dismissed the class, but then quickly added "Oh, Miss Granger, could I please have a word with you in my office?" and as everyone piled out, Hermione stayed back and went into his office, shutting the door and sitting down as instructed.
"Miss Granger I can't help but noticing a change in your behavior. You seem to be depressed. It's been like this for a couple of weeks now. You don't seem to be putting the same effort into your work as you did before, besides it's Christmas, and everyone should be happy, but you're not." He looked up at her with a look of nothing but care and concern. "What's wrong Hermione?"
Hermione gulped. Tears were swelling in her eyes. Why did he care so much? It seemed comforting to her thought, she needed someone to care, so she began to tell him trying hard not to cry.
"Um,well..." She didn't know where to start, but then it just poured out of her as if it had been locked up for ages, "This boy, he found my diary, and I didn't want him to find it because I had written in it about him and he found it and kept it, and he read it, and now he knows that I like him and I am so embarrassed and we aren't even friends and I told him that I hated him but I don't hate him I don't." Hermione was now sobbing
Professor just looked at her for a moment and then said "I see," in a very calm voice "and does this boy happen to have black hair and glasses with a funny scar on his forehead by any chance?"
Hermione blushed furiously, and replied very quietly, "yes"
"I see." He said again. "Well Hermione, I am not expert on love, but I suggest that you talk to er-this "boy" and tell him how you feel. Who knows, he might just feel the same way about you I know you are upset about your diary, but we cannot control our curiosity all the time, no one can." He smiled.
"Thank you Professor. I'm sorry I got so upset, it's just, well, I haven't really anyone to talk to." Hermione felt so grateful for his advice.
"Oh, the pleasure is all mine Miss Granger. You seem to always have a lot on your plate and if you ever need to talk, my door will always be open."
Hermione blushed again and said "Thanks professor." And walked out of his office and hurried to her next class.
She was distracted in her other classes, thinking of what on earth she would say to Harry. She new she had to talk to him about it tonight or she would go insane. At dinner, she was very quiet and ate her food very fast.
"See you in the common room." She mumbled and she left up to rehearse what she was going to say to Harry.
"What was that all about?" asked Ron. Harry shrugged. They finished their dinner and then headed upstairs.
Hermione was sitting on the couch when they got there, she seemed to be very interested in the fire.
"Hey, how come you left so quick?" Hermione looked up with a jump.
"Oh, erm-Ron could I have a moment with Harry?"
Ron shook his head and turned to head up for the dormitory. Harry could've sworn he heard him mumble something like "ridiculous" under his breath.
"What is it Hermione?" asked Harry. He wasn't sure what to expect but he was glad she was at least speaking with him.
"Harry, I-I wanted to apologize" she started. "I really overreacted and should have never said that I hated you," at these words tears started to form in her eyes, "because I really don't of course." She looked up at Harry, expecting his reaction.
"Oh, well that's okay Hermione, I really shouldn't have read your diary in the first place and I'm really sorry." Harry barely had time to see her reaction, for she had burst into tears and flung her arms around him.
"Oh H-Harry It's really n-not okay. That w-was a t-terrible thing for me to s-say. I should've e-expected anyone w-who found it t-to read it."
Harry put his arms around Hermione comfortingly as her assured her it was okay. She felt so warm in his arms. He made her feel safe, as if nothing in the world could harm her. It was better then in her dreams.
Similar feelings were running through Harry. He wanted to hold her forever, her warm body resting on his. And she smelt so good. He would've given anything to stay like that throughout the night, when finally Hermione pulled away from him.
"Harry I really like you, not just as a friend as more. I know you don't feel the say but—"she was cute off. Harry, not particularly knowing what he was doing, had leaned in and kissed her. Warmth was spreading through both of their bodies as if the touch of their lips had sparked a fire. They sat there, taking in every bit of the warm passion when Harry pulled away.
"I really like you too." He said, blushing, thought you could hardly tell, as the fire was the only light in the room. Hermione's eyes once again filled with tears and she lunged herself into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder as they sat there, holding each other.