Previously: "How was your summer dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked Harry. "Oh", Harry mumbled, "Fine." "Heard from Hermione yet?" Ron asked. Harry paused fromstirring his soup….

Chapter 7: Confessions

"Yeah I've heard from her", he said in a voice that was soaked with bitterness.

"What did she say?" Ron asked happily. Unaware of what Harry meant. Harry glared at Ron.

"Granger has apparently had an interesting summer…without me." Harry said "without me" so quietly that only Coco who was sitting next to him could hear.

"So Coco", Mrs. Weasley said changing the subject, "I've heard that you've been to many places." The Arthur Weasley, Remus Lupin, Tonks, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Hermione Granger, and Draco Malfoy walk in.

"More people! For a moment I thought all this soup would go to waste!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed cheerfully. Harry glanced at Hermione, who was wearing brown spaghetti strapped satin & laced shirt with a brown & white little below the knee skirt. Her hair was down; she was holding hands with Malfoy, and was laughing. Harry's heart gave a sharp sting, and he quickly looked into his soup. The couple walked past him.

"Harry! I almost didn't recognize you!" Hermione said happily. She patted his back, and then moved on.

"Are you alright Potter?" Malfoy asked with great sincerity.

"What do you think?" Harry growled.

"I'm sorry. I should've stopped you two while you were fighting," Malfoy apologized.

"When was the last time you said sorry to anybody! It's not your fault anyway. What happened to Malcolm?" Harry asked angrily.

"He's ok, he just doesn't remember anything that happened", Malfoy answered, "I better go."

"Yeah go to your stolen girlfriend," Harry sobbed hatefully.

"What? I don't understand. Stolen girlfriend?" Malfoy asked greatly confused.

"Why are you talking to me! Don't you hate me!" Harry snarled, and looked at Malfoy. Malfoy gasped, and stumbled back.

"I asked you if you were ok! Is that such a crime Potter! Apparently you're not ok," Malfoy exclaimed rather loudly.

"Is that because of my face Malfoy!" Harry spat.

"No Potter. It's you!" Malfoy argued.

"Do you consider yourself a good example! I mean, just look at your family. Do you think for one minute that you have the right to judge me!" Harry thundered.

"Harry stop it!" Coco pleaded. Harry stood up furious. Several people including Hermione gasped.

"This is what happened! This!" he yelled pointing at his face. He ran out of the kitchen.

"Harry! Harry! Wait!" he heard Coco call. He ran up the stairs to his room. She followed. Cradling his head in his hands, Harry began to cry angry tears. The footsteps slowed, and he felt a gentle warm hand placed on his shoulder.

"Why me?" Harry sobbed.

"All I did was stand up for her; all I did was love her. Look at me now." He looked up. Severus Snape was sitting next to him. Harry was surprised to see Professor Snape. Snape closed the door.

"I too, Potter, did the same. I loved Lily Evans. You-Know-Who had Lily. He said to me 'You have a choice Severus. You either join me or your beloved is tortured to death' I couldn't bear the thought of Lily in pain so despite everything that I thought of, the only way to save her was to become a Death Eater. You-Know-Who did spare Lily. As long as I was useful anyway. I returned to Hogwarts to finish out my last year, and finally got up the nerve to ask her out. I was walking with a small bouquet of flowers, the most beautiful I could find, and thinking of what to say to her. I found her. James was on one knee asking for her hand in marriage. So there I stood looking stupid, holding flowers. It began to rain. The next thing ya' know, my enemies are throwing mud at me again." Harry stared at Professor Snape.

"I never knew."

"Most don't. You and Dumbledore are the only ones who know. There is another thing to this story. When your parents became deceased, I went into depression. Dumbledore helped me get away, and no longer be a Death Eater. I begged Dumbledore to allow me to raise you, but he decided that living with a muggle family would be best." Snape explained. Harry wasn't expecting that, but he felt sorry for Snape. He never knew that Snape had feelings for his mother. I guess that's part of the reason why he saved me during quidditch in my first year, Harry thought.

"I'm sorry that you couldn't tell my mother of your feelings" Harry said, dropping his gaze.

"And that's why," Snape began, and pulled Harry up to make him stand, "You have to go to Hermione. Tell her how you feel. Go now, before she leaves!" Snape pushed Harry towards the door.

"Go, and don't end up a loser", Snape added. Harry ran down the stairs.

"Hermione! Hermione!" he yelled.

"What is it?" she asked cautiously.

"I want to tell you something. In private." He replied.

"Umm…ok" she said still unsure. They walked to none other than a restroom.

"This is kind of weird", Hermione said glancing around.

"I love you" Harry blurted out. Hermione looked at the ground.

"I know."

"How long did you know?" Harry asked.

"Since 4th year. You're a nice guy, and all Harry but you just aren't what I'm looking for", she said as sweetly as she could.

"Why are you dating Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"He's interesting, unpredictable, nice, smart, funny, and he comes from the type of family my parents would be ok with. I mean, it's a very influential family."

"You mean rich."

"Don't take this the wrong way."

"Is there another way to take it?"

"Harry please."

"Please what? I have nothing to offer that you'd want."

"Don't be this way."

"This is me Hermione. I love you, whether or not you love me back, but apparently I don't have the connections you need to make loads of money. I guess I'm not capable of showering you with gifts either."

"Harry please don't go."

"Why not? Is there anything else you need to say?"

"Don't take any of this personally. I'm just trying to find the best opportunity. You do want the best for me don't you?"

"So who cares if you get a crappy husband as long as you're wealthy? I don't wish that. I hope that you find someone who not only loves you, but you love them back." Harry paused. "Do you love me?" Hermione's eyes were watering.

"No. Harry. I'm so sorry", she sobbed.

"Do you love Malfoy?"

"He meets up with my requirements." Harry turned, and walked out of the restroom.

"Harry! We can still be friends, right?" Hermione asked.

"Only time can tell", Harry said stiffly. He began to walk away.

"Harry! Harry!" Hermione cried out. Harry just ignored her, and climbed up the stairs to his bedroom. He was going to bed before anything else happened. He slowly climbed onto the bed. It felt great after this horrible Wednesday. He closed his eyes, and slipped into sleep without even realizing he wasn't in the right bedroom...

Anna: Oooo I wonder who's bedroom he's in.

Jazmine: That's so sad. Hermione's a meanie! Apocalypse should kill her. Muhwahahahaha!

Anna: It's not really her fault. If you think about it.

Jazmine: Apocalypse should still kill her.

Anna: Oh! People who are reading this, sadly, the next installment won't be for a couple of days. Brainstorming and typing is necessary before continuing. Sorries.