A/N: Here is chapter three! I want to thank the three reviewers for such wonderful reviews! All the questions and comments now I really know what you're reading the story!

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Disclaimer: I mention a certain book in this chapter so I make no claims to that. The author is said and if you haven't read it I urge you to read it.

Summary: She loves him, he doesn't know but he loves someone else, and she loves this guy—you just can't win. What if love doesn't have to be written in the stars but in your eyes and the only people that can see it are the people around you? Let the third war begin.

Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you shoulda somehow realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now
Back beat, the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before but you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how

Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

(Wonderwall, Morning Glory, Oasis)

Harry's Point of View

I woke up with a creak in my neck. I tried to move yet there was an object on top of me. As my eyes fluttered open I saw Hermione asleep on my chest with my arm around her, supporting her. Ron had his head on the sofa and he seemed to be fast asleep. The three of us had fallen asleep on the floor. I inhaled deeply taking in a little bit of the scent of Hermione's hair; it smelled like olive with a hint of coconut.

I remembered what we talked about just a few hours ago and it really bothered me.

Was she really going to pack up and go?

And just leave us like that?

Leave me like that?

I felt her begin to move and she lifted her head from my chest. Her eyes opened and she smiled when she saw me.

"How long have you been up?" She asked me quietly after taking a glance at Ron who showed no sign of waking up anytime soon.

"Not long." I replied just as softly. She sat up straight and casually ran her fingers through her hair. Sure her straight hair made her look a lot more attractive but it was simply not Hermione.

"What?" She looked at me. I hadn't realized that I was staring at her head.

"Nothing," She didn't seem to be convinced with my answer. "You're hair suits you."

"Thanks." She tapped it. "Come, here. I don't want to wake Ron." She stood up and walked towards the window, which was at the opposite side of her common room.

"Talk to me, Harry." Hermione looked me in the eyes. "Something just doesn't feel right with you, what is it?"

I looked at her and tried to memorize her face. When she wrote telling us that she would be gone for awhile I gradually felt that I was starting to forget how she looked.

"I missed you." I gave her a hug.

"Harry," Hermione's 'don't-you-even-try-to-lie-to-me' tone was evident in her voice. "You're either bothered by the fact that I'm planning to leave or bothered by the fact that I have a boyfriend."

"He's you boyfriend?" I blurt out but then I try not to sound astonished as I was.

"So this is why you're pissed?" Hermione raised her left eyebrow. "Don't you want me to be to be happy, Harry?" She asked again before I could even answer her first question.

"Of course I want you to be happy." I reasoned. "But I'm not sure this Adam guy deserves you."

"Harry, you don't even know him." Hermione raised her voice.

"He's not good enough for you." I found myself saying.

"Then who is?" Her voice was getting louder.

"Long distance relationships never work. He could be using you."

"Harry," It was evident in her tone that I was upsetting her. You didn't have to be Einstein to figure that one out. "Where are you coming up with all these accusations?"

"American boys all just want to have their cake and eat it too."

And in a split second I felt Hermione's hand slap me across the face. "How dare you speak about Adam that way!" She yelled and I saw that Ron was beginning to stir awake. "I don't feel any need to defend him to you because you are being plain irrational Harry James Evans Potter!" She pointed to the portrait. "Just get out!" She looked at Ron but her expression didn't change. "I can't deal with anyone at the moment." I assumed that, that was her apology to Ron. She ran to her room leaving both of us staring after her. I looked at Ron and confusion was pouring from his eyes.

"What on earth did you say to her?" Ron's voice was raspy. It matched his bed head.

"Let's just get out of here already," I headed for the portrait not wanting to talk or even think about it what had just happened.

As I got into the Gryffindor common room I decided a hot shower was the only thing going to help me clear my thoughts. Why would she think that I didn't want her to be happy? I grabbed my towel and headed for the lavatory. As the hot water hit my skin I remembered Hermione's angry face. I had never seen her so upset at me. She would talk to me about it later; she was always the most rational of the three of us.

After my shower I make my way to the lake. It was a Sunday ritual that had started at the beginning of the school year.

"What took you so long?" Cho gave me a small kiss on the cheek. The picnic had already been set up when I got there, was it noon already?

"I just needed to take a shower." I informed her and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Looks like we've got a new couple in the club."

"Yeah, Ron and Dean seem to be bonding for the most part but there are mild threats coming from Ron's party." Cho laughed. Marietta was standing near by with Michael Corner.

"Flavor of the month?" I whispered into my girlfriend's ear.

"Don't even ask." She whispered back. "Hey, you look adorable today." She looked at me from head to toe or should I say the other way around. I was wearing a Polo and jeans since Sundays were casual because there were absolutely no classes.

"And you look fabulous as usual." I flirt. She was wearing a white razorback (I know because she's corrected me over a thousand times) with a denim skirt. "But you're showing too much leg."

"It's a skort, Harry." She lifted it up to show me what a skort was. "A skirt with shorts under."

"I got the idea." I began to turn around but Cho looked over my shoulder and suddenly pulled me close.

"Isn't that Hermione?" Ginny asked.

I turn to see a familiar figure running towards Hagrid's hut.

"I think so," Cho's tone was a little harsh. For the next twenty minutes or so I gave Cho my undivided attention.

"Hermione!" Ron's voice interrupted our little session. "Come over here!"

I pulled away and then I heard something from Cho that I wish I hadn't.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Nothing." She mumbled and shook her head.

I distinctly heard her say, "Damn Weasleys." We all watched Hermione make her way to us.

"Hello all." She smiled. I thought she looked cute in her jeans and white tank top. I could tell that she was obviously trying to avoid any eye contact with me.

"I go to Harvard." Marietta read what was written on her shirt. "Huh?"

"It is a muggle university." She explained. "But I don't go there," Her statement made me smile, "Yet." And I felt my face change. "I want to though," she noticed that Marietta had stopped listening and I saw her cheeks blush a little. "I guess I better go. I'll see you all around." She turned her heel.

"Stay." I found myself saying really loud.

"I don't want to intrude." She barely looked at me, "But thank you for the invitation."

"You're not intruding." Ron said. "It's just a picnic, something we do for lunch every Sunday."

"I'll pass." She stuffed her hands into the back pocket of her pants. "Perhaps next Sunday if the invitation is still open."

"You don't need an invitation, Hermione." Ron was flabbergasted with the way Hermione was acting. She was making herself so inferior. "You don't have to treat us like complete strangers. We're still your friends."

"Then next week perhaps." She turned around and removed her pockets and ran. A piece of paper fell from her pocket.

"Hermione, you dropped something." I called her but she just kept running.

"She probably did that on purpose." Marietta's snide comment made my blood boil.

"Shut up, Marietta." I growled as I turned to her after picking up the paper.

"Harry!" Cho's voice came to her friend's defense. "Mar, is right, it is the oldest trick in the book. She's giving herself and excuse to talk to you; either you return it or she'll come back to get it."

"I don't need a reason to talk to Hermione." I replied indignantly. "Really Cho, I don't remember you being so shallow."

"I'm just saying," She reasoned.

"Save your breath." Her words had upset me and I shook my head to show my disappointment. I unfolded the piece of paper in my hands.

"Ever heard of private property?" Cho asked but I ignored her. It was a simple not.

Hermione,

Read "The Five People You Meet in Heaven."

It is a beautiful story by Mitch Albom. I want you to be my

Marguerite when I go to heaven.

I love you more than forever.

Adam

P.S I would love to have a daughter named Tala.

I closed the note and looked at, "I'll see you later, okay?" I walked away before Cho react

"Where are you going?" She whined.

"Giving Hermione a reason to talk to me." I waved leaving a shocked Cho Chang behind.

I was headed to the first place I assumed Hermione would be in but I found her seated on the walkway in the hospital wing. She was leaning on one of the pillars and the sun hit her hair, it looked almost blonde under the sun. I stepped in front of her.

"You're blocking my light," She said in a cold tone.

"What are you reading?" I asked.

"Still blocking my light." Hermione didn't seem like she was ready to talk to me yet. But she had to, I knew I could be just as stubborn as she was.

"This spot taken?" I take a seat beside her.

"No, but this will be if you don't leave." She turned the page.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted and for the things I said. I guess I'm just really over protective of you. And I admit that I was quick to judge." I pulled out the note and handed it to her.

She opened it and read it. "Where did you get this?" She asked.

"You dropped it when you ran." I explained. "He sounds like a good guy."

"He is." Hermione nodded. "He is a great guy. He's almost as great as you." She barely whispered the last sentence.

When what she said registered I felt my heart skip a beat and then suddenly it went from dead to beating really fast.

"I am a great guy, huh?" I smiled.

"I knew it." She rolled her eyes but she turned the page. "Your ego could use a little damage." She laughed and then I knew she had forgiven me when she closed the book she was reading.

We talked about nothing for the next few hours.

"I missed this." Hermione confessed to me.

"What?"

"This, talking about absolutely nothing with you." She smiled. "This was supposed to be my birthday gift to you. I have like two more copies up in my room. I'd like you to read it because I really think you'll like it."

"I think I will, it is from you." I look at the title and feel a sharp pain in the middle of my chest when I see it. "The Five People You Meet in Heave." I managed to cough out.

"I've read it hundreds of times." She smiled. "The note you found was the note Adam had given me three days after he had asked me to be his girlfriend."

"I see." I nod feeling strangely numb.

"It is really short but it's absolutely beautiful." She beamed.

"I will." I nodded. I wanted to know who this Marguerite was and I assumed she was in the story.

"I should probably start catching up with the lessons."

"Hermione, you memorized what we've been studying since fifth year."

"Then a brush up would help." She shrugged. "Later?"

"Later." I nodded and opened the book.

I decided to read the book after supper that was no one would disturb me and I'd be able to finish it in one sitting.

"What you got there, mate?" Seamus Finnigan pulled his beddings.

"A book." I climbed into my own bed.

"You're reading a book?" Ron looked at me like I had grown an extra head with Gilderoy Lockhart's face plastered on it.

"No, I'm going to use it as my pillow." I liked being sarcastic at times. It made me feel smart.

"Night, mate." Ron ignored my comment and turned his lamp off. And I looked back at the book.

I opened the book and read the dedication. I read the book very slowly taking in every word this Mitch Albom had written. It was quite a story. When I put the book down I glanced at the grandfather clock and saw that it was already four in the morning. The book was bothering me, there was no way I'd be able to go back to sleep now. I stood up from my bed and headed for the common room. I took a seat on the sofa that Hermione, Ron and I usually sat in,

"Harry?" Hermione's voice came from behind.

"What are you doing here?" We ask each other at practically the same time.

"I-" We both paused when we started at the same time.

"Ladies, first." I smiled at her and tapped the empty space beside me.

"It's kind of lonely having you own, well," She paused. "Everything. I mean I refuse to stay in that Meeting Room they created for the head boy and girl. It is bad enough that Malfoy is my partner I crime and that I have to breathe the same air he does."

"Hermione, you're rambling." I smiled.

"Sorry." She bit her lip and sank into the edge of the sofa as she propped her feet on my lap. "It's just really lonely and I haven't been completely alone in awhile."

There was this thought that came to mind, a terrible thought.

"Harry, I didn't sleep with Adam." She whispered. "I wouldn't do that."

"I never said," I instinctively became defensive.

"You didn't have to." She shrugged. "Michelle and I shared a bed. We put our twins together to make a queen."

"What's wrong?" I asked after a few seconds of silence.

"I haven't changed that much, Harry." Hermione looked up at me.

"I know, I'm sorry." I apologize quickly.

"Why are you up?" She asked me obviously trying to change the awkward topic.

"I read the book."

"What did you think?" She yawned. She was going to fall asleep. I could see it already.

"It's an amazing story."

"It us isn't it?" But before I could answer she closed her eyes. "Can I rest my eyes for just a moment?" I didn't say anything anymore. "Harry?"

"Yes?"

"I'm not afraid to die anymore." I smiled at her statement and closed my eyes as well.

Hermione would never be Adam's Marguerite.

She was mine.

"Give me a place to stand, and I will move the world"

A/N: And once again, the book it The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter I would love to hear comments and suggestions. So once again I want to ask Y-O-U (if you are reading it now) take the time to review the chapter since I'm using a lot of my time to write it. Don't get me wrong I enjoy it more than anything but you're encouragement will definitely help me and inspire me to write more. I will end my plea here before I become any more pathetic. And again, sorry if there are any grammatical errors and such.

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