Oh wow. this is a good chapter. it's ba ba baaammm... the note. he he he he, i hope you like it. make sure to keep reviewing. i'm not sure what's going to happen next so i'd like feedback to see if you like it or not. thanks a lot.

Chapter Nine: The Note

Harry woke up shaking. He sat straight up and looked around. Was it all just a dream? Harry thought. Next to him laid McGonagall and Ron. They were both sleeping, and twitching occasionally. He was in the hospital wing. Next to him laid the defrosting note from Hermione. It was not a dream.

Immediately tears flooded Harry's eyes. He could no longer see. Harry grabbed the note and looked at its immaculate handwriting. He hated his life; he didn't want to live like this anymore. Every little problem in the wizarding world came back on him, and he could no longer handle.

Harry stared at the note until Madam Pomfrey bustled next to him.

"Oh, Harry dear. It seems like Ms. Weasley found you outside almost freezing. Lucky she brought you in here. You could have died."

"I wish I had." Harry mumbled underneath his breath.

"Anyways, Ron and Professor McGonagall were stressed out so I gave them a bit of sleeping draught. Would you like some? It'll help."

"No," Harry didn't look the nurse into the eyes. He just wanted to be alone. "When I wake up Hermione will still be gone." Harry rolled over and hid his face in the feathered pillow. Sobs could be heard across the room. Harry shook violently as he thought of his lost friend.

"Right then, I'll just leave you alone." Madam Promfrey said soothingly. She closed the curtains around Harry's bed and left a glass of the draught on the table. "You get some rest now."

Harry rolled back over on his back and pulled the note from underneath him. Maybe I was hallucinating? Harry thought. Maybe the note didn't say that at all. I think I'm going crazy. Harry sat up and slowly opened the note. He expected the devil himself the jump from the note and smite him right on the spot. Harry had it unfolded and stared down at the red ink. He hated himself.

My Dearest Harry,

I'm sure you're wondering why I left this note only for you, and let me assure you it's for good reason. Well, as you probably remember, I've known you since the first train ride here to Hogwarts. And I must admit, that was my intent when I came here.

As it starts, when I first heard the infamous tale of the boy who lived, I thought he would be an excellent example of a human being. Neville told me the tale on my first ride to Hogwarts. Immediately, I wanted to get to know you, and everything about you. You had to be something special if the dark lord himself could not kill you, and it proved right. You were more than something special.

So, I seeked you out, making some lame excuse to find some dumb boy's toad, and finally found you in a lone compartment with Ron. As soon as I saw those striking, stormy green eyes I knew I had to have you. You were beautiful, brave, brilliant, and everything I wanted to be. I knew I had to have you the moment I set eyes on you. I loved you that very instant.

As you know, I stalked you the very beginning of the year. Eavesdropping on your conversations, following you and Ron to class, sitting by you in the common room, I wanted to be with you. So, at first you didn't seem to like me, which positively crushed me. But, after the capture of the Sorcerer's stone, we grew closer. You could say we were friends now.

For the next few years I tried to tease you. Going to the Yule Ball with Victor I thought would be enough, but you didn't even seem to bat an eye. Ron did. So I decided maybe if I flirt with him you would notice. We got in tiffs and bickered, and still you didn't seem to care. You went off and got a crush on Cho, and even kissed her! I almost died right then, but I held myself back.

After years of being friends it finally came to this year. Your silly little crush on Cho Chang goody two shoes ended and you were looking for a companion. I saw it in your eyes Harry. I was there for you, and you came crawling right to me. And we actually kissed, and I thought I finally had you! I was absolutely ecstatic! I had you, all to myself, or at least I thought.

The next thing I know, you come telling me you have a crush on none other than Draco Malfoy. I could probably handle you having a crush on any other guy, even Ron, better than Draco. I could handle you being gay, I could handle losing you yet again, but what I could not handle was you falling for Draco fucking Malfoy! How could you like someone who calls me a mudblood? How could you even dare! He was our enemy, our nemesis, and your over there crushing on him. You sick being! Look what you've done!

So, I came to realize you don't love me a bit. Not even as a friend, if you're going to be with Draco. I hate you Harry Potter! You took my heart and crushed it into a million pieces. I will never forgive you! You can blame yourself for my death! I hate you, and someday you will join me in hell. I loved you Harry, and you turned your back on me. I hate you, and even in death I will never forgive you.

Yours truly,

Hermione Granger

Harry rolled back over and stared at the ceiling. He hated himself. How could he do this to Hermione? What kind of person was he? He hated himself, and couldn't stand being trapped in his own body.

Harry flung himself off the bed and ran out of the hospital wing. He stopped and stood still in the main hall. Where was he going? No one would be there to console him? Christmas cherubs floated around him, singling blissfully and chasing each other. Couples stood underneath them mistletoe, kissing, as Harry's eyes grew larger. A small thought entered his mind, and it would prove to cause big problems. Was Draco Malfoy responsible for Hermione's death? If he didn't have that little crush on Harry and trick him into being gay, he would never have left Hermione standing cold. Draco. It was all Draco's fault.

Crazy. he he he, i might have to kill off another character. oh well. Keep reviewing!