A/N: N here's the next chapter! I'm sorry it took longer than I said, but between homework and sleep, I barely had enough time to eat. N I'm sure high school is much harder than seventh grade, but right now, seventh grade is wut I'm in, so it's about all I could deal with. I don't know how u high school-ers do it! Anyways, unfortunately, this story is almost done. Few more chapters should end it. But, that's not the point. This is the newest chapter, and probably not the last, so start reading!
Disclaimer: Ok, I own zilch. Nothing. Nodda. Deal with it.
I Can't Forget You Again
By Moonelfgrl
Chapter 5
Hermione leaned up against her window. She was home.
As she gazed out at the starry night sky, she wondered what Harry was doing. Had she made the right choice? Had she been right to leave like that when she knew the truth?
Well if he doesn't have the guts to tell me he loves me to my face than it serves him right! she thought stubbornly. But deep down inside, she knew she had been wrong. She loved him too, and she was already feeling extremely lonely sitting here. She missed how it felt to be snuggled up against him while they watched a movie, his strong arms around her, making her feel secure. She wished he were here now, just to hold her while these tears streamed down her cheeks. But he wasn't, and that was what hurt most of all; that they should have confessed to each other a long time ago, and if they had, she was sure that this would be their apartment. And that Harry would be here now, to comfort her while she cried, and to smile reassuringly, and then come and hold her. She wanted that so bad.
As it were, Harry was also sitting next to his window and staring out, having very similar thoughts.
You should have just told her. In fact, you should have told her years ago, you dolt! Now she'll never come back, and I leave tomorrow for that bloody away game in Sweden. Damn it. he mentally beat himself up.
Harry knew he loved Hermione, and even though he insisted upon saying this only at 1:30 am, he secretly hoped that she had been awake when he said it, though his hope sank rapidly as he remembered how she had been breathing. He wished that she would suddenly appear and say, "Harry, I'm sorry I left. Please, I love you." And he could just go over and hold her and kiss her and tell her how much he loved her too. But he knew that it was impossible. He remembered how it had felt that first night, when Hermione had begun crying and he had been able to go over and hold her and keep her safe and warm. But he suddenly realized: he might never get that chance again, and there was really nothing he could do about it.
May as well go to bed. I'll be able to think clearer in the morning. he decided.
Hermione stayed by her window for a few more minutes, before also leaving to go to bed. But she didn't sleep. She stared up at her ceiling trying to sort everything out.
Harry said that his Quidditch Team was going to Sweden for an away game tomorrow. If I can make it before he leaves I could tell him. Yeah, that's what I'll do. she decided. Now she knew what she had to accomplish. But how?
A/N: And yes, I know that chapter was super short, but it sort felt right to end it there, and I've posted the other chapter already so, it's really not that bad. I believe the story will finish up in the next chapter, so yes it is sadly almost done. Anyway, let me start writing that new chapter, even if it is like 12:30. Who cares?
