A/N: Hey, so I'm really glad that last chapter was such a good hit with you guys… as you know, this story is nearing the end (I know, sadness lol) so I wanted as many reviews as possible so I can convince myself that this was worthwhile lol (and maybe write some more fics?) I hope you all enjoy this chapter just as much, if not more, than you liked the last one. So, with that said, here is chapter 12.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Draco would be a goose, Ron would be married to his father, and Voldemort and Dumbledore would probably be lovers… so, luckily, I don't own it…

Clip from past chapter: But, little did she know that as she was making her way to the hospital wing, a very confused raven haired, emerald eyed young man was following her, the Marauders map clutched in his hand.

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Hermione scurried quickly through the corridors, nearing the hospital wing very suddenly. She was anxious to find the potion as soon as was possible, longing to be back in her warm bed with Harry, with his comfortable body right beside hers. Shaking her hair back slightly, she continued on the way to the school's hospital.

Little did she know that Harry was behind her, tracking her every move, consulting the Marauders map every so often.

"What the…?" Harry wondered aloud, staring down at the map. He could have sworn he had just seen Draco, Ron, and two very unlikely professors cross by, but he shook his head of the thought, continuing his search of Hermione.

It wasn't that Harry didn't trust Hermione. He did, with all of his heart. But, why would she leave when they had shared such a special night together? Had he hurt her? Was she not satisfied, or did her ankle just hurt again, and was that the reason that she had just entered the hospital wing?

Hermione quickened her pace as she got nearer to the supply cabinet, ready to tear it apart in order to find the potion. She wanted it all to end, wanted to be with Harry for just her, not for the fact that she could hear his every thought.

Opening the cabinet, she sighed heavily. There had to have been at least 300 different potions, and ingredients, stacked into the closet. But Hermione wasn't a quitter. She would search for the whole night if she had to. Her love for Harry was burning so passionately in her heart, that she couldn't stand the thought of not being true to him for the remainder of their relationship.

She threw off the invisibility cloak, which Harry quickly snatched off of the floor as her back was turned, her hands already sifting through the many potions. Harry yanked it on, and watched wonderingly as she pulled out potion after potion, trying to find the correct one.

"God," Hermione exclaimed, exasperated after just 15 minutes of searching. "Where in bloody hell am I supposed to find the counter potion for one that allowed me to read all of the wizards bloody minds?"

Harry gasped, seemingly choking for air as he stared, wide eyed, at the women he had poured his heart out to, merely minutes before.

"Our relationship… it was all a lie?" He thought to himself bewilderingly, looking at Hermione with disgust. "Was I just… a game to her? Was she trying to see how long it would take to get one of her best mates into bed? How DARE she?" Harry's mind roared.

Suddenly, Hermione stopped sifting through the potions, her eyes staring at nothing, but Harry could sense that her ears were alert.

"Did I just hear what I think I heard?" Hermione thought, her body tensing up at the very thought. Turning slightly, Harry could have sworn that Hermione knew of his presence, and he kicked himself in the leg. How could he have blown his cover?

But then Hermione's head snapped to her left, where Madam Pomphrey stood, glaring at Hermione through her bulging eyes.

"Miss Granger, what in the DEVIL are you doing here at this hour? Are you hurt, or are you just taking a stroll?"

Hermione continued to stare, thinking to herself with disgust, "There's only one way I could possibly hear this nurse's thoughts… she's a… she's a…" Hermione gulped, and replied, "I'm terribly sorry, Madam, but I came here trying to find a cure for a cough… I should get going now, though."

Hermione turned on her heel and hurried out of the wing, before Madam Pomphrey could object. Harry followed, frowning in Hermione's wake. Come tomorrow, he was going to let her have it. The least she could do was get the fucking potion…

He looked up at her through his emerald eyes, and realized there was a slight bulge coming from her belt. The potion.

Hermione scurried back up to their dormitory, realizing she no longer had Harry's cloak with her. "Damnit, I'll have to give it back to him tomorrow. And I can't freaking believe Madam Pomphrey is a MAN!"

Hermione scowled… she had let this nurse… man nurse… treat to her every need since year one. But Hermione had come to understand the potion… she could read men's minds, and the only way she could have heard the nurse say, "I'll just sneak up to Hagrid's hut for one last shag," would be if the nurse was a man. And Hagrid… how could Hagrid fall for an old hag like her? It was beyond Hermione.

"Quitich," Hermione fed the portrait hole, climbing into the common room, and immediately heading up to her dormitory. Harry, however, turned away in disgust and walked up to his own dormitory, planning to sleep by himself for the night.

Hermione finished climbing the stairs, but noticed immediately when she entered her dorm that Harry was missing. Hermione sighed. He must have realized that she was gone, and decided to go sleep in his own dormitory. Looking down at her feet, Hermione started to strip her clothes off, regretting her choice of leaving that night when she could have slept the night away with her love.

"I could have gotten the bloody potion during the day tomorrow," she thought sadly, but finished taking off her clothes, pulling the small bottle of potion out of the belt that was now lying on the floor.

"I'll drink you tomorrow at breakfast," she thought to herself, setting it down on the bedside table. With one last sigh of exhaustment, Hermione fell into a sweet, deep, slumber, unaware that Harry was twisting and turning in his own bed, debating on how he could nicely break Hermione's heart. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Hermione woke up happily the next day, relieved that it was Sunday, so that she could snog Harry a few times, and then catch up on all of the sleep she had lost during her exciting week.

"Harry, honey, come on down, I have breakfast ready for us here," Hermione called out sweetly, waiting for her boyfriend's reply.

"Um, I'm not hungry," Harry replied shortly. His stomach was actually, in fact, growling with hunger… sex, as he had read before, burned a lot of calories, and he was dying for something to eat, but at the moment he would rather do anything then talk to Hermione. She had betrayed him, in his mind, and she was not going to be forgiven for a very long time.

Hermione appeared at Harry's side moments later, looking at him through her eyelashes. Harry couldn't help but feel slightly aroused, but he pushed away the thought. She had been toying with his mind for too long. Now he would toy with hers.

"Harry, I know you're hungry. Why don't you come down, with me and we can eat together… and maybe later on we could sleep together." Hermione batted her eyelashes in a very seductive way. She knew that Harry got weak at the knees by this move, but Harry couldn't push away his anger.

"Sure," Harry said sweetly, while he furiously thought, "You were terrible in bed. Never touch me, EVER." He smiled with false happiness, making his way down the spiral staircase while a stunned Hermione followed in his wake. Harry knew that Hermione had heard his thoughts, but if she had gotten mad at him, it would have shown that she had been dishonest the whole time. Harry was thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Um…" Hermione tried desperately to regain her composure, and beamed up at Harry as she pulled his head forward, planting a breathtaking kiss on his lips. Harry thought it was probably the sexiest thing he had ever felt in his life, and before he could help it, he murmured, "mm, Hermione."

"Gross, get your slimy lips off of me. The whole tongue thing is grossing me out, especially from you." Harry thought, not meaning any of those words.

Hermione pulled her tongue in quickly, and her eyes shone with unshed tears. Trying and failing to muster a smile, Hermione just gestured to the food she had prepared, taking a small bite of some toast and butter.

"Harry," Hermione said with apparent uncertainty, her eyes shining. "I-I love you Harry…"

But Harry couldn't take it any longer. Before he could control himself, and think of something cunning a witty to say, he exploded.

"Love me? You LOVE ME? Hermione you've been playing me this whole time!" Harry roared, his eyes bulging out at Hermione, his hands shaking uncontrollably. "How can you say those words, without even meaning them? I was the one who loved you Hermione, but you only used me as a tool, I was just another man you wanted to see if you could seduce."

"Harry… no, Harry… you were my one and only, I've never had sex with anybody else before… is that what this is about?" Hermione whispered, a singly tear escaping the corner of her eye.

"Hell no, that's not what this is about… and if I was your 'first', was I some sort of practice? Practicing on me for all the other men you are going to get… by using their minds?" Harry asked scathingly.

Hermione's hand flew to her mouth.

"Harry, how did you find out about that…"

"Because, Hermione, you left yesterday, and I followed… I heard everything, and I can't believe you would play me like that. The way you knew how to make me smile, you sensed how to get me weak in the knees. It wasn't because we had a connection, Hermione… it was because you used my mind to get to me… and in bed, the way you knew exactly what to do to make it such a mind blowing experience… it wasn't because we were made for each other…" Harry whipped a stray tear away, his confidence wavering, "It was because you used me. I loved you Hermione… I-I," Harry stood up suddenly. With one last look at Hermione, he fled from the room, making his way to his dormitory while slamming the door forcefully behind him

Hermione sat in the squashy armchair, shaking with silent sobs. How could something so perfect have gone so wrong? ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

A/N: Ok, before you kill me, read this! I know a lot of you are going to be upset that Harry and Hermione have gotten into a row. But if it's true love… then love will conquer all… Anyways, how did you guys like the chapter? Are you dying to see what happens next? If you are, then this chapter served its purpose lol, but review and let me know before I post up the next chapter… let's see if Harry and Hermione's love is strong enough… dundundun… Love you all XD. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW! Lolz.