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Chapter 2: My Turn: Picking Up the Pieces
She sat at her own little table secluded from the rest of the library. There were two bookshelves hiding her corner. The only way to get in was to slip through the small spot in between the bookshelves.
"Hey…" I said softly.
Her mascara was running and with salty tears dripping down to her mouth she sobbed, "You've heard?"
I nodded my head slowly as she continued.
"He said he had lied to make me happy…that he had once liked me. But he had put me away with other childish things," here she wiped away a tear and sniffed, "He didn't want to lead me on and I respect that…but instead he chose to break my heart! I think I'm unlovable, Harry, I really do!"
"No, your not! Your perfect, who wouldn't love you? Well I know…err I love you, 'Mione!" I said.
"O, your so sweet! I love you, too!" She said in a friend way.
It was my moment, to finally tell her, "No I mean it, I really do. Your pretty, smart, courageous, true, loyal, and wonderful in every way! I've loved you since the first day I met you! On a train to Hogwarts…when you were looking for a toad…"
A look of horror and fear clearly shone upon her face, stunned.
"Obliviate," I whispered.
I had erased everything about me loving her more then her friend because I realized by the look on her face, in that one moment, that we would never be.
"You never fail to cheer me up, Harry!" she exclaimed as she gave another friend hug.
"Yeah, I know…the best friend a girl could ask for."
"You know, if you paid as much attention in class as you do to me…you'd get decent marks!" she said as we laughed together.
Her laugh cheery, and full of joy, while mine was a sad chuckle as I watched her slip away each piece dropping from my hand…
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