Here you go! The plot is going faster than I expected it to go but I'll let
you find out for yourselves. This isn't cool though, my chapters aren't
funny any more, oh well after all the melodrama is over I'll make it funny
again. Thank you everyone who reviewed! The reason I ended last chapter so
badly is because of what I wanted to write in this chapter, and... okay just
read it!
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Hermione was in a bad mood all the next day, people kept asking about their date and she kept having to do the whole "it was so romantic" bit. When she did it though, she made sure to over-exaggerate because she noticed that when she did, Harry twitched a bit and he frowned a little.
'Good, serves you right, Mr let's-do-something-romantic-and-not-even-mean- anything-by-it.' She thought, heatedly.
She pretty much fumed until dinner time, when Harry brought her to Griffindor tower to talk. He looked at her seriously and she was drawn into his eyes. She felt her anger ebb away.
"Hermione, last night, what I said... I didn't mean to make you mad at me." He told her.
Okay, it was back.
"Oh no Harry, I'm not mad, I'm your ever so loving girlfriend who you specifically asked not to get mad at you anymore." She replied.
He frowned at her.
"Come on Hermione, don't be like that. I had wanted to say something else." He stated.
"Then why didn't you?" she snapped.
He stood face to face with her, grabbing her left shoulder.
"Listen, I'm trying to tell you something important." He told her, livid.
She threw him a nasty look. She had no idea why she was feeling so mad at him right now, a small part of her told her to stop and listen to him, but a much larger part screamed for her to rage at him.
"Oh, Harry's mad, I don't know why you didn't want to do this over dinner, people would have gotten a kick out of our little 'couple's fight'." She said, venomously.
"Is that what you think this is? Then maybe we should break up, like we said we would." He told her.
She was shocked for a second but regained the ability to speak.
"Well maybe we should, Mr Potter. While we're at it, we should hurry Neville up with that antidote because, frankly, I'm so sick of being stuck with you." She replied.
He let go of her shoulder and instead glared at her.
"Don't worry, Miss Granger, the feeling is mutual." He agreed.
She glared back.
"I'm sick of sleeping in the same bed."
"Well I'm sick of going to Arithmancy with you."
"And I'm sick of bathing with you."
"I'm sick of washing your hair with peach shampoo."
"Sooooooo... sick of pretending to be your girlfriend."
"I'm sick of kissing you."
"I'm sick of being kissed by you."
"I'm sick of always being around you."
"I'm SO sick of NEVER being alone."
"I HATE being stuck with you."
"I hate being stuck with you too."
"Then let's do it," Harry announced "Let's go break up."
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'Soon...' Harry thought.
The moment they were waiting for, dinner was over and people were pilling into the hallway. They hadn't exactly planned how they were going to break up, Harry had told her to improvise.
SLAP!
His cheek stung, he looked at Hermione, surprised.
"How could you say that, Harry? I hate you!" Her eyes brimmed with fake tears, he wondered if she had practised that on her parents.
He went along with it.
"I didn't mean it! Come on Hermione!" He said.
"No, that's it, we're through! I can't wait until we're unstuck." She told him.
'Well the last part wasn't acting.' He thought.
"Me too." He grumbled.
The shocked students crowded around them. He noticed Parvati, Lavender, and Ginny consoling Hermione, he turned around and saw Seamus, Dean, and Ron trying to do the same.
"Hey, look at it this way, now you're a free man!" Seamus told him.
"Yeah, I guess..." Harry replied.
For the next few hours, they tried not to look at each other too much, which, of course, was hard. Not looking forward to sleeping in a dorm with three girls who wanted to kill him, Harry looked up and saw Neville, breathless, and looking tired.
"Guys!" he yelled.
"Hi Neville." Hermione said.
"Hey Neville." Harry greeted
"I heard that you guys broke up and I was feeling all guilty so I was working twice as hard for finding the cure, and you know I tried so many combinations and eventually something had to work." Neville told them, grinning and showing them the two Popsicle sticks that we're stuck together.
Harry's breath caught, after months of being stuck together, they we're going to be separate, finally? He remembered all the days they had been stuck together, all they had been through, and he hadn't regretted one day of it, before today. He felt Hermione squeeze his hand, she didn't look at him thought so he thought she must have done it subconsciously. How would it feel without her always at his side?
"Thank you Neville, you must have worked so hard." She told him.
Harry suddenly felt guilty for making Neville work so hard just to find the antidote.
"You're welcome, Madame Pomfrey is making the antidote right now, she said to come see her tomorrow so you two can get unstuck." Neville told them, smiling.
Someone called him over so he waved goodbye to Harry and Hermione and left them to themselves.
He couldn't look at her, couldn't stand to see the emotion on her face, fearing it would be elation. He felt guilt and sadness for their fight today.
'I lied, Hermione, I don't hate being stuck with you, in fact I like being with you, and what I had wanted to say on Valentine's day was that I love spending time with you. I have feelings for you.' He thought the words he couldn't say.
He looked quickly at Hermione but she was looking the other way. He thought of what she would have said in reply.
'You can't take all that back, Harry, and I have no idea why you had thought this was fun, this had been the most embarrassing and weird part of my life. You pervert, you probably only like me because you forced me to kiss you all those times, I meant everything I said today, I hate you.'
He hung his head, sighing.
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This wasn't the way she had wanted the fight to go, 'breaking up' sure, there really wasn't a relationship to speak of but then Neville had to work twice as hard for them.
'Why couldn't he have found the cure months ago, so that it would have been less hard, god things will never be the same again, will they?' she thought.
She wanted nothing more than to go to Harry and kiss him, if only for the last time but she remembered what he had said.
'I HATE being stuck with you.'
That had stung, she knew she was a hypocrite for thinking this because she had said the exact same thing to him.
'You, my dear are organised, energetic, stable, realistic, you love to work hard, you're hard-headed, and will often have angry bursts.'
She remembered him telling her that, she couldn't help saying all those things when they were fighting, and she hadn't meant a word of it. She cursed herself silently for being such an idiot and making a big deal out of everything. She had to say something, while she could, before they would be separated. She turned to Harry, opening her mouth to spew some sort of apology but he had his head hung. She lost her courage and looked away.
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Hermione was in a bad mood all the next day, people kept asking about their date and she kept having to do the whole "it was so romantic" bit. When she did it though, she made sure to over-exaggerate because she noticed that when she did, Harry twitched a bit and he frowned a little.
'Good, serves you right, Mr let's-do-something-romantic-and-not-even-mean- anything-by-it.' She thought, heatedly.
She pretty much fumed until dinner time, when Harry brought her to Griffindor tower to talk. He looked at her seriously and she was drawn into his eyes. She felt her anger ebb away.
"Hermione, last night, what I said... I didn't mean to make you mad at me." He told her.
Okay, it was back.
"Oh no Harry, I'm not mad, I'm your ever so loving girlfriend who you specifically asked not to get mad at you anymore." She replied.
He frowned at her.
"Come on Hermione, don't be like that. I had wanted to say something else." He stated.
"Then why didn't you?" she snapped.
He stood face to face with her, grabbing her left shoulder.
"Listen, I'm trying to tell you something important." He told her, livid.
She threw him a nasty look. She had no idea why she was feeling so mad at him right now, a small part of her told her to stop and listen to him, but a much larger part screamed for her to rage at him.
"Oh, Harry's mad, I don't know why you didn't want to do this over dinner, people would have gotten a kick out of our little 'couple's fight'." She said, venomously.
"Is that what you think this is? Then maybe we should break up, like we said we would." He told her.
She was shocked for a second but regained the ability to speak.
"Well maybe we should, Mr Potter. While we're at it, we should hurry Neville up with that antidote because, frankly, I'm so sick of being stuck with you." She replied.
He let go of her shoulder and instead glared at her.
"Don't worry, Miss Granger, the feeling is mutual." He agreed.
She glared back.
"I'm sick of sleeping in the same bed."
"Well I'm sick of going to Arithmancy with you."
"And I'm sick of bathing with you."
"I'm sick of washing your hair with peach shampoo."
"Sooooooo... sick of pretending to be your girlfriend."
"I'm sick of kissing you."
"I'm sick of being kissed by you."
"I'm sick of always being around you."
"I'm SO sick of NEVER being alone."
"I HATE being stuck with you."
"I hate being stuck with you too."
"Then let's do it," Harry announced "Let's go break up."
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'Soon...' Harry thought.
The moment they were waiting for, dinner was over and people were pilling into the hallway. They hadn't exactly planned how they were going to break up, Harry had told her to improvise.
SLAP!
His cheek stung, he looked at Hermione, surprised.
"How could you say that, Harry? I hate you!" Her eyes brimmed with fake tears, he wondered if she had practised that on her parents.
He went along with it.
"I didn't mean it! Come on Hermione!" He said.
"No, that's it, we're through! I can't wait until we're unstuck." She told him.
'Well the last part wasn't acting.' He thought.
"Me too." He grumbled.
The shocked students crowded around them. He noticed Parvati, Lavender, and Ginny consoling Hermione, he turned around and saw Seamus, Dean, and Ron trying to do the same.
"Hey, look at it this way, now you're a free man!" Seamus told him.
"Yeah, I guess..." Harry replied.
For the next few hours, they tried not to look at each other too much, which, of course, was hard. Not looking forward to sleeping in a dorm with three girls who wanted to kill him, Harry looked up and saw Neville, breathless, and looking tired.
"Guys!" he yelled.
"Hi Neville." Hermione said.
"Hey Neville." Harry greeted
"I heard that you guys broke up and I was feeling all guilty so I was working twice as hard for finding the cure, and you know I tried so many combinations and eventually something had to work." Neville told them, grinning and showing them the two Popsicle sticks that we're stuck together.
Harry's breath caught, after months of being stuck together, they we're going to be separate, finally? He remembered all the days they had been stuck together, all they had been through, and he hadn't regretted one day of it, before today. He felt Hermione squeeze his hand, she didn't look at him thought so he thought she must have done it subconsciously. How would it feel without her always at his side?
"Thank you Neville, you must have worked so hard." She told him.
Harry suddenly felt guilty for making Neville work so hard just to find the antidote.
"You're welcome, Madame Pomfrey is making the antidote right now, she said to come see her tomorrow so you two can get unstuck." Neville told them, smiling.
Someone called him over so he waved goodbye to Harry and Hermione and left them to themselves.
He couldn't look at her, couldn't stand to see the emotion on her face, fearing it would be elation. He felt guilt and sadness for their fight today.
'I lied, Hermione, I don't hate being stuck with you, in fact I like being with you, and what I had wanted to say on Valentine's day was that I love spending time with you. I have feelings for you.' He thought the words he couldn't say.
He looked quickly at Hermione but she was looking the other way. He thought of what she would have said in reply.
'You can't take all that back, Harry, and I have no idea why you had thought this was fun, this had been the most embarrassing and weird part of my life. You pervert, you probably only like me because you forced me to kiss you all those times, I meant everything I said today, I hate you.'
He hung his head, sighing.
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This wasn't the way she had wanted the fight to go, 'breaking up' sure, there really wasn't a relationship to speak of but then Neville had to work twice as hard for them.
'Why couldn't he have found the cure months ago, so that it would have been less hard, god things will never be the same again, will they?' she thought.
She wanted nothing more than to go to Harry and kiss him, if only for the last time but she remembered what he had said.
'I HATE being stuck with you.'
That had stung, she knew she was a hypocrite for thinking this because she had said the exact same thing to him.
'You, my dear are organised, energetic, stable, realistic, you love to work hard, you're hard-headed, and will often have angry bursts.'
She remembered him telling her that, she couldn't help saying all those things when they were fighting, and she hadn't meant a word of it. She cursed herself silently for being such an idiot and making a big deal out of everything. She had to say something, while she could, before they would be separated. She turned to Harry, opening her mouth to spew some sort of apology but he had his head hung. She lost her courage and looked away.
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