Author's Note: Sorry...I know, I'm mean. I have the slowest updates I have ever had while writing a story. PLEASE NOT THAT I am creating a new story. It's my new baby. An Inuyasha fanfiction, so if anyone likes Inuyasha, I'm making one. Kinda cliche, leave me alone! Rated R for language and...er...referances. Eh heh. Which means...

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THROUGH ANOTHER'S EYES will be on hold until further notice. Check my BIO, I keep all updates on there. Okay, I'm lying a bit when I say this is on hold. To be truthful, what this means is this: This fanfiction is going to be cut short. Updates will still be strnagely irregular, so bear with me. I apologize.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter. But, I'll keep you posted

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Chapter 19- Nobody Knows Me Better Than You

She despised his body.

Okay, no she didn't. It was actually quite nice really. But that wasn't the point.

She just wanted to be her again. It was like the Fates wanted her to go through an Identity Crisis, which she was very close to doing, seeing as how she was beggining to get less and less interested in sutdying and more interested in Quiditch.

Well, crap.

She was going to start looking at girls by the time this whole experiance was over! And, she was going to twitch for her entire life. Okay, so the twitching was exaggerating a tad bit.

Hermione was looking out the window, getting overly annoyed with Harry's bangs, for the millionth time since she had first had to deal with them. They were evil and out to get her.

"I'm going insane!" Hermione screetched. Harry didn't look up from the Quiditch book he was reading.

"What now?" Harry asked.

"I'm referring to your bangs as a living thing," Hermione said. "And, they are very evil living things."

"Hair is actually alive," Harry said matter-of-factly. Hermione threw a pillow at him.

"STOP SOUNDING LIKE ME!"

Harry caught it and glared. "I can't help it."

Hermione sighed. "We still don't know what to do. What if we never get out of this?" Harry didn't respond. "Harry?" She looked over to see that he was still reading! "Gr! Don't you even care? We can't accept this! That's what it wants!"

"Maybe you are insane, Hermione. Now your referring to our predicament as something living."

"PREDICATMENT??? IT'S A NIGHTMARE YOU IDIOT!" Hermione raged and pulled at her hair. "You're losing it! Not me! NOT ME! You just accept this like its no big deal."

Harry closed the book. "I'm sorry, okay? You're right, I just don't see what we can do."

Hermione felt her eyes get moist. "So, is that it, Harry? Do we just accpet this?....DO WE!?"

Harry just stared. "I don't know, Herms. Maybe it would...be easier."

"You aren't thinking this through. Think about You-Know-Who, think about how I feel! I love my parents, Harry! And...and...I want children...with a MALE, thank you very much!"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. You're right. That wouldn't work..."

"How can you even THINK it would?! Do you have no regard for my feelings whatsoever, Harry? We NEED to go back to normal. We're turning into people we aren't! I want be Hermione again! And don't even try to tell me that I'm still me, because I'm not, Harry. I'm not myself anymore. I'm turning into you, and your turning into me," Hermione started to cry. "And...I'll live the rest of my life as a guy, knowing that I wasn't destined for this. And, I'll be miserable. Because I'm not me!"

"Hermione...we'll fix this. I understand."

"What if we can't, Harry? There is no garantee that we'll be back to being ourselves again!"

Harry thought for moment. He felt his face get red as he said, "Then...we'll stay together."

Hermione felt the last tears run down her face as her eyes instantly dried. "Wha?"

Hary gulped, now feeling nervous. "We can stay together...if we can't go back. No one will ever understand me like you, Hermione. Because, you've lived my life, and seen what only I saw. We understand."

Hermione just blinked at him. "Okay," she said finally, and forced a smile. Couldn't we stay together...anyway? And when did he become so wise?

"I'm hungry, how about you?" Harry asked, shutting the book. Hermione nodded and followed Harry downstairs.

"Good morning," Mrs. Weasley said cheerfully.

"Morning, Mrs. Weasley," Harry and Hermione said simutaneously.

As Hermione ate her breakfast, she looked over at Harry and smiled. Maybe...this was happening for a reason, maybe she was meant to understand Harry the way she was.

Or maybe she was just going through an early identity crisis. Same difference. But,it was true. No one understood her like Harry, and no one could understand Harry like her. It was like...they were perfect eachother, right? How could it NOT work?

But, would he still want to be with her, if they fixed everything. And, would she forget her feelings, if he didn't?

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Yes, a short chapter. If you didn't read the begininng Author's note, please read it now. Wll, just scan it for the important parts regarding this story.

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Miko