Last Love
Summary: --Glares—
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Cachu:
Thats real nice of you, making me out to be some evil prick -- you are a LIAR...and well...ur an evi --insert english teachers name here-- say the truth! However, i still don't think you are funny, and have troubble getting your ideas,and know you are going to get revenge by bashing me in your next chapter. And ah...well..nice story...
Ok... first of all you wouldn't BELIEVE how hard it was for Cachu/Reni/Puki(many nicknames) to articulate this small and simple peace of writing! She can't read, and she can't write properly either!
Second- Mistakes: Thats (apostrophe between That and S) real nice of you, making me out to be some evil prick -- you are a LIAR... and well... you're (It's the contraction for you are... not for YOUR which is possessive!) an evil (not evi... seriously, I don't know what EVI is!) insert English (capital E because it's a proper name!) teachers (apostrophe because it's possessive!) name here Ok,now for those wondering what my English teacher's name is... it's KOCH but you pronounce it COCK... Cachu likes to shout in the middle of the class 'MS. COCK TEACH ME SOMETHING!' TELL the truth! (It's actually grammatically correct to say SAY the truth, but it sounds unnatural, and it's not a right expression,besides I just want revenge!)! However, I(I ALWAYS goes capitalized... go back to kinder garden CACHU!) still don't think you are funny, (Thank you very much, real nice and mature of you, dude!'¬¬) and have trouble(ONE b not TWO) getting your ideas, (I hope that by getting you mean the grammatically correct word used in such a sentence which is called UNDERSTANDING!) and know you are going to get revenge by bashing me in your next chapter.(Yes! YOU'RE RIGHT ALAS! I did! The power of the writer! But you do need a space between the comma and the AND!) And ah... well... (Space between well... and nice) nice story... (Thank you, I need you to edit my next chapter. Maybe on Saturday, either way you're coming over, I can edit your story too...)
Chapter 7 – One thing ends... another -Begins?
Professors Snape and McGonagall walked to the Hospital Wing, McGonagall kept feeling Hermione for temperature or any other signs of sickness, while Professor Snape carried her in his arms to the Hospital Wing. They went up the stairs and were surprised that by the time they were there Madame Pomfrey was already stationed, with the bed set and everything ready.
"Do you think she's alright?" Minerva asked Severus. He looked down at the girl in his arms and slowly put her down in bed.
"She just had an argument with Potter in front of everyone in the Great Hall, Minerva, they practically spilled their hearts out to one another, he then tells her he's been in love with her since ever he first saw her, and then she faints... hm, of course she's alright, who wouldn't?" Severus said with sarcasm dripping from his words.
"You know what I mean... why do you think she took it so badly?"
"Does it look like I know, Minerva?" Snape said annoyed. He really didn't care, sure it was a student... but it was Ms. Granger, his most irritating student yet. She was a Gryffindor, to top it off... it wasn't HIS responsibility, she was friends with Potter to add insult to injury. He was doing this just because Dumbledore had asked him and because Minerva seemed to be having a nervous break down of some sort. She glared at him, that glare that could make Dumbledore himself feel like an 11 year old boy again. "She's very close to Potter, I doubt that she hasn't thought about him with romantic interests at one time or another." He said, giving Minerva sideways glances to check if she was ready to turn him into a toad. The fact is... he had never really thought about it, he maid sure to maintain himself away from his students personal lives, which is more than he could say for Minerva, apparently.
"Maybe." She whispered as she sat on the bed and brushed some locks of hair from Hermione's face. Snape looked around, wondering if he could leave by now or if he had to stay until the 'insufferable know-it-all' was alright.
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"Harry? Harry!" Lupin was getting exasperated looking for Harry. He had looked every where, Gryffindor Tower, Astronomy Tower, North Tower... all the other Towers, then he went to the seventh floor... and so on until he was lead back to the Great Hall. "If only I had the Map with me... hold on, Harry left it after my class!" Lupin ran as fast as he could, which is saying something, all the way to his classroom; he opened the door, and was wide eyed when he saw that his office door was opened. He took out his wand and started walking cautiously to the door. When he arrived he saw Harry sitting in the armchair.
"I came to get the Map, Professor, but I stopped and sat down when I saw that McGonagall and Snape were carrying Hermione to the Hospital Wing. Is she alright?"
"I wouldn't be able to say anything, Harry." Lupin said as he came near. "What happened in there?"
"You were there, Professor, you saw it." Harry was very distant, answering in small sentences, avoiding saying anything relevant.
"Yes, I WAS there... but... I also know that these things are never what they seem."
"It's exactly what it seems Professor. I think, Hermione spoke a little bit too much, she said about time traveling to Sirius."
"Never mind that, Harry, Dumbledore took care of that little... incident." Lupin's voice was soft and fatherly while Harry's was cold and monotonous. Lupin was worried for Harry, he had never seen him act in this way except that one time... when Sirius died. Lupin felt his eyes water... he then shook it off, this wasn't about him or Sirius, it was about Harry.
"Good." He said still looking down at the map, inspecting the Hospital Wing.
"What really happened, Harry, why did you yell so much?"
"I wasn't the one who started it, I would've been pleased to just walk away, let them be, but she stood up and she yelled at me." Harry said in a monotonous matter-of-fact. Lupin leaned down in front of him and looked up at Harry. Although he knew he was trying to avoid any feeling. 'I think those Oclumency classes with Severus have been progressing.' Lupin really hoped this, he hoped Harry had learned to hide his feelings instead of him actually not having any. Yet as he looked into Harry's eyes he felt as if he sunk into a black hole. They were cold and somehow... they had become darker. "She's right though, she has been with me all along, no matter what I do. This fight is a proof of it; no matter how much of a git I am, she's always worried about me, and next to me. In fourth year she spent all her time with me rather than Ron. And maybe it wasn't the same thing as having Ron... but, I felt..."
"She cares about you." Lupin got out a chocolate bar from his robes and held it out to Harry who just looked at it.
"Not the way I want her to."
"You know what they say, Harry. It's better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all."
"Well then the person who said that was never in love, Professor." Harry said looking up again. Remus was taken aback, he expected Harry's eyes to be still angry, or sad but not... void of all emotion. It was as if Harry's eyes had turned into nothingness...
"Do you really believe that?" Harry nodded. "So you would give up what you had with Hermione, just because you lost her?"
"If it would wipe away the pain, yes... I would." Lupin remembered feeling this once, and he remembered what had helped him, his friends... but Harry seemed trapped in the idea of not wanting help from his friends.
"So, you really think that the bad times outweigh the good? Are you willing to give up ALL the good times, just to get rid of some bad?" Harry nodded.
"Of course."
"Listen to me! Listen to what you are saying! Close your eyes..." Harry did so. " Think about the bad times with Hermione." Harry flashed through his memories, memories of Hermione telling him that Ron and her were dating, seeing them together, seeing Hermione fall in the Department of Mysteries, seeing her as a cat, seeing her in the bed, petrified, seeing her in the fight. "Now, think about the good times?" Harry heard Lupin's voice break through his images. He thought of when they met, of when he saved her from the troll, the chess game, the potions... he thought of the hippogriff, of the time turner, all the times they hugged, when she helped him with homework... he thought of the feelings that seeing her petrified had inspired, the panic that seeing her fall, presumably dead, inspired... of seeing her smiling with Ron next to her, her smiles, her smell... and a smile crept into his face. And the voice in his head that often spoke in Hermione's voice... whispered over and over again: 'Don't let go.' "What do you think, now?"
"I don't want her to go." Harry answered and his eyes fluttered open. "I want to go see her."
"I don't think it's a good idea, Harry, she might feel... sensible about you right now." Harry nodded and took a big bite of the chocolate.
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"She had an adrenaline rush and that made her faint." Madame Pomfrey said to an annoyed Professor Snape and an overwhelmed Professor McGonagall.
"See Minerva, I told you it was nothing! I told you it had been and adrenaline rush..." McGonagall glared again. "She'll be alright?" Snape asked as he looked at the figure of the girl in bed, she didn't look at all happy.
"Yes, all she needs is to rest for an hour or two and she'll be good as new. Don't worry Minerva, she'll be fine." Madame Pomfrey put her hand on McGonagall's arm. "I'll leave you two, maybe Professor Snape will be better at calming you down." She then closed the curtains and Snape turned around at the retrieving figure and the word PANIC was written all over him. He then looked back at McGonagall.
"She'll be fine, nothing happened." Snape said coldly.
"I knew we shouldn't have messed with this." She said to no-one in particular
"Who?"
"Albus, Remus and I."
"Don't tell me, Albus wanted to play macth-maker?"
"He said he knew they belonged together. He kept saying that they were playing charades. I don't know how he could convince us, Lupin said he wasn't sure. That he didn't think it was a good idea."
"Albus usually has a reason for everything." Snape said as he sat on the bed next to Hermione. Insufferable-know-it-all Gryffindor or not... he felt compassion for her. He had learned to read minds and... although he tried not to, during the fight Harry's and Hermione's thoughts crept on his mind. Harry was thinking he wanted to go, he didn't want her to find out. Hermione's mind was filled with anger, but love nonetheless... compassion, friendship, and some feeling he couldn't pin down. And when she found out her mind went blank, for a second Snape had thought she had passed out... and then, she did!
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"He actually did that?!" Harry laughed.
"Yes, and when your father saw it he was laughing his head of... so there I stood splashed on whatever goo Sirius had decided to cover me with. I swear, when I stepped out of bed and that pile of something fell on me, I felt like killing him, I didn't speak to him for like a week." Remus laughed as remembered the incident.
"They sound funny. Not quite like I saw them in Snape's pensive, I thought they were cruel tricking Snape like that... but it was with everyone."
"Well, it was different, they were usually calm, when Snape wasn't around. There pranks would be a lot like George and Fred's, but some where a little more colossal, more like the last ones I heard about in 5th year. I don't why 'The Marauders' were never expelled, I think James and Sirius spent 8 nights a week in detention." Remus laughed... of course he knew a week only has 7 days... but it was a way of saying it.
"What other pranks did my dad pull?"
"One time, he decided it would be funny if he charmed Professor McGonagall's tea so that when she drank it, her hair changed color. I'm not sure what spell he used, I just know that every ten minutes McGonagall was walking around with a different hair color. The first ten was neon blue, and then it was black, and then green. You should've seen her face when Dumbledore told her she had neon blue hair. Well, but the most memorable was a dark green with silver spots, she almost has a spasm!" They both laughed at the thought of McGonagall. And two hours went by in this fashion.
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"Malfoy!" Hermione called out as she saw Malfoy walking.
"Granger." He said as he turned around. "You look good to me. What did they give you in the Hospital Wing?"
"Just a good rest." She said as she started walking next to Malfoy. "Professor McGonagall was glad, I don't know why she thinks it was all her fault. Dumbledore went to see me too, he said I would be feeling better in a couple of days. Professor Snape gave me one of those witty comments of his, he told me that he wished I had had enough rest and that he could be almost sure because I had slept like a baby for the two hours I was out... he then said in that sneer voice of his, 'I even believe at one point you started sucking on your thumb.' Although I could tell he was relieved it was nothing serious."
"I'm glad you are alright. I have been searching for Potter or Weasley and I can't find them."
"Harry and Ron? How did Ron take it?"
"He almost faints as you did, but he then wanted to run after Harry and beat him to a pulp, but then we thought that we had to stop Weasley, Potter needs some time alone as well." Although his voice was cold he seemed friendly.
"Where's Harry?"
"I don't know, and even if I knew, I don't think seeing you right now is exactly what he wants."
"You knew? That he was in love with me?" She whispered that last words.
"Just... some days before he told YOU."
"Where are you going?" Hermione asked after some time of walking in silence.
"I wanted to owl Tonks, maybe explain her a little that I had, well, started to hang out with you, and maybe even tell her about what happened tonight." Hermione nodded in approval, she knew he would do it anyways.
"Maybe I'll go with you, I think I have some owl treats here, I might give one to Hedwig, to Pig and maybe to... your owl too." Malfoy nodded in response, he opened the door to the owlery and when he walked to greet his owl he saw Ron in a corner... with a small hyper active owl flying around his head. "Ron!" Hermione gasped as she saw Ron, Malfoy turned around to leave.
"I'll leave you two alone." Hermione nodded and saw that Ron was leaning against a wall, his knees up to his chest, his arms around his legs. He looked as if he had been crying, and somehow she didn't doubt that he had been.
"Ron, are you alright?" She asked gently looking down at him.
"No." He shook his head and Pig, who had settled himself on it, started flying around again.
"This doesn't mean that you and I..." Hermione was cut short by Ron's hand. She sat down in front of Ron and decided to listen to what he had to say.
"I've been thinking about it, Hermione, I do not know why I didn't see it before. I guess it was obvious, Harry falling in love with you, I mean." Hermione looked down.
"But Ron."
"He's a very nice guy, you know, his funny, and smart, he's great at Quidditch, won the Triwizarding Contest. He's the Boy-Who-Lived. You'd think someone like that would be full of himself, you know. But not our Harry, oh no." Hermione smiled at this.
"I know."
"I remember when I first met him... he didn't know what the big deal of his scar was, nor why we couldn't say 'Voldemort'. He didn't even know who Voldemort was, when he first saw Hogwarts he was impressed, and he didn't know which the Houses were, he didn't know anything."
"He was always in another world, and always so spaced out. He was so naïve." Hermione concluded.
"I've also been thinking about US. Hermione. I love you!"
"I love you too, Ron."
"You think that's true, that we love each other?"
"Of course, what are you getting at?" She was getting scared.
"I love you, and you love me. But... I don't think we've loved each other the way we think we do."
"What do you mean Ron?"
"I mean... I wanted someone to love, and you wanted someone to love you. So we found comfort on each other. I think we weren't IN love with each other... I think we were in love with love. It's normal to be in love with the idea of being in love, Hermione. I do not think we cheated on each other. I don't hold a grudge on you, or anything. It's as much my fault as yours... we were confused, we WANTED to be in love." Hermione had never heard Ron talk like this. "Harry's a nice guy."
"We said that already."
"No, we didn't, we said he had everything any person would want, Hermione. But he doesn't want those stuff, he only wants one thing. He's a nice guy, Hermione. He's maybe too nice, too trusting. But he's a nice guy."
"Ro..."
"Don't say anything. I'd be proud if you two get together. I don't know how I could be so blind. He's suffered so much, and I have caused him more suffering, I can't live with that Hermione. I'm not telling you to go off and date him, I'm just telling you he's a very nice guy." Ron stood up and started walking towards the door. "We were never in love Hermione. It hurts, I thought we were... but I think about it, and I realize we aren't. It's not your fault, it's not mine, and it's nobody's. It could happen to anyone. I just know that when Harry looks at you he lights up, his smiles are genuine, but... ever since we started dating, his eyes are painful; I can't look at him in the eye, Hermione. I can't do that to him. And I can't keep stringing you along, I can't live in love with love, neither can you. I love you, I'm just not IN love with you. I hope I make sense, because this is all so very confusing. I just know that..."
"Ron, did you just break up with me?" Hermione had tears in her eyes.
"Yes, Hermione, I did. It was hard when I first analyzed it, but... think about what I just said... and you'll understand. We weren't in love with each other, we were in love with love." He put his hand in the door knob, and he felt Hermione looking at him in confusion. "We can't play charades all our life." And with that he walked away.
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Author's Note: Well, what do you think of that!?