A/N: Well, moving onto the second chapter. I will probably update this story quite a bit this week, but once school starts, I wont be able to as much. It's all the damn homework. I hate middle school. :'( So evil. So much homework. Oh well. You learn to deal. So! On to chapter two! I hope you liked my first chapter, like I said, they're usually very short. Well, here it is. Please, I'm open to all suggestions, but, if you're going to criticize, please, mix some encouragement in there too, I have a very low self esteem level right now, it would help. So, start reading and please review at the end! Oh, yeah, and I'm sure my French in the first chapter was absolutely terrible, but all I had was a French dictionary! Oh well, after this year, I should know the basics, I chose it as my language. So, start reading!
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I Can't Forget You Again
Ch. 2
By Moonelfgrl
Everything was the same. He had not changed a bit. Same perfect, kind smile; same hair, that never lied flat; same mysterious green eyes that you could lose yourself in; same strong arms.
"It's great to see you!" Harry said, pulling her into a friendly hug.
"And you!" Hermione replied, laughing. "You're certainly haven't changed!"
"Did you expect me to have changed?" Harry said worriedly.
"I'd hoped not."
"Oh. Well, then, you got your wish." He said, smiling again. "Come on in!" (He had just realized Hermione was still standing in the doorway).
"Thanks."
"Do you want anything to drink? Coffee, tea, soda, milk, juice, water?"
"Just some water, please." Hermione answered.
"Feel free to look around, or sit if you want."
"Thanks." She went over to sit on the couch.
"So how've you been?" Harry called from the kitchen.
"Oh, I'm okay. Not much going on lately. Bit boring without you there and no constant attacks by Voldermort anymore." She said jokingly.
"Oh yes!" Harry said laughing. "Yes, I really should come back, raise Voldermort from the dead and fight him off again! We could all have sooo much fun together."
Hermione laughed too.
"How's Ron?"
"Oh, he and Luna are doing fine. They want to come visit sometime soon too. They can't right now though."
"Why not?"
"Luna's expecting!"
"Really!?"
"Yeah, they wanted me to tell you. It's a boy. They're gonna name him Harry. And you're the godfather."
"I'm a god father!" Harry yelled, happily, as he came back into the living room with the drinks. Though he spilled most of them when he yelled.
"Whoa Harry! Calm down! She's still got three months to go!"
"Oh. Damn it!"
Hermione giggled. "It's really great to see you again. I really missed you."
"You did?"
"Yes. We all did. I cried so much when you left. It was like a part of me was missing. I think Ron felt that way too, but he didn't cry. We'd been near each other so long that it was a big shock at first. But I got used to it after a while."
"You never told me you cried."
"Well, I was a bit embarrassed."
"I didn't want you to be unhappy, you know. If you had told me, I would have come back. I just thought that since we were out of school, we all just needed some time to move on and get used to life." Harry said. He was looking extremely unhappy.
"Really? You would have given up a Quidditch career because I cried?"
"Of course I would! I would have given up a million bucks if it made you unhappy!"
Hermione just stared at him, disbelief etched into every corner of her face.
"What?" Harry said, watching her.
"I just didn't think you would have done that." She replied quietly.
"You guys are my best friends! I've known you since we were eleven! You two were the only ones who stuck with me through second year! You guys found out the truth about Sirius with me! You helped me get through fourth year with the tournament, and, you stuck with me all the way to the Department of Mysteries in Fifth year, even though you didn't believe me!" I'd do anything for you guys."
Hermione just stared at him open mouthed. Finally, the only thing she was able to do was lean forward and hug him.
"Thank you." She whispered.
Harry chuckled. "You're very welcome. Honestly though, you two really underestimate me!"
Hermione sighed. "I suppose we do. I'll remember to let Ron know about this though. He'll be very pleased. Really, the first few weeks after you left, he was pretty mad at you, by the fourth week, I managed to convince him to phone you and check in, see how you were doing and all."
Harry looked at her. "He was that mad at me?"
"Yeah."
"He never told!"
"It seems we forgot to tell you quite a few things, then!"
"Yes, it does. But anyway, moving onto a happier subject, my team is top of the league!" He informed her happily.
"Harry, that's great! Makes sense, they've got the best seeker in the continent!"
Harry grinned. "I wouldn't go that far." But he grinned even wider.
"Enough talk about Quidditch, how've you been?"
"Well, can't complain. I suppose things are going alright."
"And how's you're girlfriend? Um, Amy, I think you said her name was?"
Harry's face hardened. "We broke up about a week ago. She had been seeing another guy as well, so she left."
Hermione gasped. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry Harry, I didn't know!"
Harry's face softened again, but his expression remained sad. "It's not your fault, you shouldn't be sorry about it. She was just bad news, that's all. I wont make that mistake again."
Hermione nodded. "Exactly. Look at the good things, not the bad. You have to be optimistic, not pessimistic. Pessimistic is bad. If you become too much of a pessimist, you'll become depressed."
Harry turned to her, the shadows of a smile forming around his mouth. "Where do you learn all this stuff?"
Hermione shrugged. "Where do you think? Books!"
"Ahhhhh. Got it."
"Have you been in touch with Dumbledore lately?" she asked.
"No, why?"
"Well, he said he wanted to talk to you, something having to do with the Order."
"No, I haven't heard from him lately. I hope everything's alright."
"I'm sure everything is just fine."
There was a silence. Neither of them could think of anything else to talk about. Then Harry remembered.
"How're your parents?"
Hermione burst into tears. Harry didn't know what to do, only that what he had just said was definitely a mistake. All he could think of to do was hold her hand and murmur calming things. He was helplessly lost as to what else he should do. He had only been in this situation once before, and that was when he was fifteen, sitting in some romantic little tea shop with Cho Chang on Valentine's Day, and Harry had done everything he possibly could to get rid of that memory.
When Hermione continued to cry, he tried stroking her hand. She didn't stop crying but quieted a little. A few minutes later, she had calmed enough to talk.
"Two months ago, my parents were coming home from their annual wedding anniversary dinner, when the were hit by a drunk driver. When they were brought into the ER, they were already beyond help. They died just after I arrived." Hermione burst back into tears.
"You never told me that, either." Harry said pulling her into his arms.
"I was afraid I would start crying so bad I couldn't stop." She said through tears.
"It's okay, Hermione. Just calm down. It'll be okay, I promise."
A/N: Well that was it, my second chapter, finally! I'm sorry about the whole dead parents thing, but hey! I needed something to work with here, people! Please don't kill me! And remember, I'll take all reviews, but I need encouragement! N I'll try n post chapter 3 soon. N I know there hasn't been much h/hr action yet, but this chapter set the stage for it, so don't give up on me yet! Look for the next chapter, I'll try n have it up soon, but, ya know, school starts Tuesday, so...deal with it!
P.S.: I lied, I said at the top that I'd update a lot this week, n since "this week" was last week, I can't possibly update a lot "this week". So, I'm sorry. :'(
