DISCLAIMER: Can't be bothered....
Thanx for all the reviews! This chapter contains a ref. to a book called A Heart of Stone by Victoria Phanuzica. Those excerpts are actually from the story with the same title, by one of my very good friends Vicki Phan, but i thought it would be more Potterish to extend the last name. Anyway, many thanx to Vicki!!! I love your work!
Also notice how i used 'Oh my gosh' as opposed to 'Oh my god' as i am a Christian and therefore refrain from using that language! GO THE CHRISTIANS!!!!!!!
And so here begins 'Chapter 5' for Slipping Away by Tigerlily Tinuviel!
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It looked like their relationship was completely over. Harry would not speak to Hermione; in fact, he wouldn't speak to anyone, not even Sirius. Sirius sent him constant letters, but he ignored them. He ignored everyone.
Hermione, on the other hand, tried to talk to Harry, but he didn't even look at her. The pain was too real, for once in his life it wasn't a dream.
During classes he was abnormally quiet, never asking questions, never answering, which became a bit of a problem with Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall.
"Really, Mr Potter, what is going on? It's been a week since you've talked to anyone! Explain yourself!" she said furiously, obviously fed up with the silence from him. He looked up slowly, very careful to avoid Hermione's pleading looks.
"Nothing at all Professor, nothing except...oh yeah...my girlfriend had an affair with a Malfoy. No problem at all." With these words, he stormed out of the classroom and back to the Gryffindor Tower.
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Harry raced to his bedroom, and plopped down on his bed. Why did it have to happen to him? He'd only just told her he loved her and then she goes and blows it all? For what point and purpose, just one stupid girl's greed? He was never talking to her again; she had gone beyond breaking his heart. It was like a part from the book he was reading, that one called A Heart of Stone, by Victoria Phanuzica. He pulled it out from his trunk and read:
A person with a heart is the greatest gift to their family, a true blessing taken for granted. But a person who cannot feel with their heart is like a lifeless soul forever wandering towards the distant ends of the earth. They are more than incomplete, simply a memory of the present, not quite living and not quite dead. They are there because they are, not for a purpose...
This is what Hermione's like, he thought as he read. She doesn't have a heart for anyone, she probably didn't even like Malfoy, it was probably part of her sleep around routine.
Memories are a connection to the past. They provide a lost soul with answers, with sense and with truth. They are the only true things on the earth, the only things that can be trusted, believed, even relived.
Yeah right, he thought. Provide a lost soul with answers...the only answer he needed was why, and that certainly wasn't coming from his memory of Draco Malfoy on top of Hermione in bed...
He shoved it under his bed and lay there for a while. What could he do? There was too much anger, too much sadness, all bottled up in him, he had to let the feelings out or he might explode. He thought frantically for a moment, and then it dawned on him. Something in the back of his mind brought back a memory of the day he talked to Sirius, what he had said not to do. Well...the thing I'm talking about is something I did – slitting your wrists. It was perfect, exactly the thing he needed to do, who cares if Sirius told me not to?
Well you should, said a little voice in his head. He's your godfather and he wouldn't want you to do that would he?
Like he'd care, he argued back. And anyway, I'm independent; I can do whatever I like. He whipped out his wand, and whispered,"Accio sharp knife!"
He waited a few minutes, and then suddenly, a knife flew towards him from the doorway. It was very sharp, perfect for what he was going to do.
He took the handle in his hand and rolled up his sleeve. His hand shook slightly, half out of fear, and half out of desperation on releasing these feelings. He raised the knife, ready to wince in pain, ready to pull it across his pale skin. With a slow, scraping movement, he pulled the knife across his wrist and broke the skin revealing a gush of blood.
He gasped as he watched it flow out like a fountain, staining the sheets. He couldn't see, lost in fog. He heard a voice call out, "HARRY!", but did not see who it was as he lost consciousness the second after.
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Harry opened his eyes to find himself in the Hogwarts Hospital Wing. He recognised it immediately, having woken up in the hospital wing many times before in the past. He turned his pounding head slightly to the right, and saw Ron sitting there it be....Hermione? Her eyes were filled with tears, and her face was blotchy as if she had just cried for hours. He sat up.
"Harry, what happened, mate? I found you on the floor bleeding everywhere," said Ron concernedly. Harry swore under his breath. It was all coming back to him now, the book, and the knife...the blood...the suicide...
"I....I...don't know," he faltered, as he didn't want to explain in front of Hermione.
"Harry..." began Hermione, utterly breathless. He glanced at Ron, who was giving off an apprehensive aura, clearly showing he didn't want to witness another fight. He turned to Hermione, still very angry with her.
"Look, I don't want to know why you screwed Malfoy, I know you did and you liked it didn't you? I don't need an explanation, I think it's quite clear," he said, gritting his teeth. Hermione wavered for a moment, then leapt up from her chair and stormed out sobbing. Harry turned back to Ron, whose expression was fixed into one of disbelief.
"Harry, how could you do that? You want to know the truth?" asked Ron.
"What truth is there? She screwed Malfoy, I don't need more truth crap from you guys!" he snapped. Ron shook his head.
"Hear me out, for heaven's sake! She was raped, alright? She was raped by that scum, and you're just ignoring her all week!" he almost yelled. Harry gaped at him. Was it true? Was she really raped, or was this just an excuse?
"Are you- are you serious?" he said, completely surprised by Ron's statement. Ron nodded. Harry gasped, not believing his ears. And then he realised how selfish he was being. He got up from his bed, pushed his glasses onto his nose and strode out of the hospital wing, to the utter confusion of Ron.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" he called after him, and after a second, he too, got up and walked out.
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He climbed through the portrait of the Fat Lady to find Hermione sitting at a table, shaking heavily with sobs. Her head was on a book, facing down, but Harry could recognise her anyway, her bushy hair stood out a mile.
"Hermione," he said, and she looked up, her beautiful face ruined by the tears running down it. She saw him, and made to get up and leave, but he walked over and stopped her.
"Hermione, baby, please listen to me," he said, almost pleadingly. She frowned, a few seconds ago he was snapping at her, now he was being mushy? It didn't fit.
"Caught on, have you?" she asked coldly. But after a few seconds, her stony expression turned to a sad one again, and then she burst into tears.
"Oh my gosh...I'm so sorry Herms, I didn't know, I should have listened," he whispered as she held him in a tight embrace, sobbing silently into his shoulder. It felt so good to have her back; it was like his life had just woken up from the old, wallowing life he used to live.
"Harry, I love you so much, please don't do that ever again..." she murmured into his shoulder. She looked up, a desperate look in her eyes. How can you turn her down now, he thought to himself. She's so beautiful, her big mocha eyes dancing in the firelight. He hesitated for a moment, and then lunged forward into a passionate kiss, which was soon broken up by a large round of applause. He looked up to see the entire Gryffindor house beaming at them. He grinned, so happy they were back together.
But then from the back of the crowd, Seamus and Dean yelled out,"Kiss her again, Harry!" He smiled, and then turned back to Hermione and those juicy pink lips. It seemed to last forever, for an eternity, as he sat there kissing the one he had loved since the day they met.
Eventually, the crowds went away, so Harry and Hermione were alone again. Hermione took the opportunity at once.
"Oh, and Harry, I have some really good news," she said, breaking the two apart. He looked up.
"Yes?"
"I'm going to have a baby, Harry."
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Well, now the truth is out! Review Review Review plz!!!
NEXT CHAPTER: Harry takes revenge!!!