A/n- The flashback takes place at the time of the other three chapters-the unitalicized scetion takes place in the future a little bit. Enjoy! (This one is written by charles!) Sorry, its kind of really short. :)
"Harry, what are you talking about?" Hermione grasped his wrist firmly, staring him straight in the eyes. Her lips were visibly trembling, tears threatening to spill out of her own eyes at any second.
"Get the hell away from me!" Harry roared, tearing his arm out of her grasp and slamming his fist against the wall in anger. An extraordinarily large dent appeared where his knuckles had been but moments earlier.
"Reparo!" Hermione yelled, chest heaving with exertion and distress. The wall was still being magically replicated as Hermione turned her wand on Harry. "Expell- Expelliarmus!" she shouted, stumbling over her words, but still managing to make his wand fly out of his grasp. She caught it and clutched both wands to her heart.
Harry seemed to come to his senses. "Mione, come on! We're best friends…you can give me my wand…I swear I won't do anything!" he whispered, looking, tears welling up behind his smudged glasses, "I swear!" Harry broke down in tears; head in his hands, shoulders heaving up and down.
"No, Harry. I'm sorry, so sorry…I can't!" She said regretfully, afraid to move, eyes just a bit glassier than the moment before. Without warning, he lunged at her throat, narrowly missing as she flattened herself up against the stone wall of the common room. She stared at him, horrified. "Here's your damned wand, Harry!" she threw it across the room, and ran as fast as she could to the girls' dormitories. She slammed the door of her dorm; unable to stop the loud, anguished sobs that escaped her.
"Hermione, you all right?" Parvati asked groggily, sitting up her bed. Hermione shook her head, unable to speak, and Lavender and Parvati rose from their beds to comfort her.
"It's ok… Everything will be all right." Lavender cooed, rubbing Hermione's back soothingly.
"No! It won't!" She blurted, rising from the bed and wiping away her tears aggressively. "I don't know what's happening!"
"Want to tell us about it?"
"You wouldn't understand!" She ran from the room amidst confused, uncomprehending stares from her roommates. Stumbling across the hall, she ran frantically to Ginny's room. Thankfully, most of the sixth year girls were heavy sleepers, and did not hear Hermione pull up the loose floorboard underneath the bed in the corner.
A fragmented memory rose up from the depths of her secret place, causing a silent tear to roll down her already wet cheek.
The lake was a deep, beautiful shade of purple, reflecting the gently sparkling stars in the twilight. They were sitting beneath a large willow tree, hand in hand, watching Harry absentmindedly skipping stones across the otherwise still water. Her head was resting on his shoulder, an unusual moment of calm between the three of them.
"Mione?" Ron murmured, as her hand slipped from his and her head slid into his lap.
"Mmm..."
"I take it you're alive then." he returned amusedly. Hermione shifted again so that she was staring straight up at him, a small, contented smile apparent on her face. Ron began to toy with her hair, frizzy as it was, and his head slowly tipped back against the rough bark of the willow. While they were merely enjoying the wonderful evening, no one noticed Harry's quiet rage growing larger and larger.
"There you are! Potter, Granger, Weasley- bed!" A voice rang out across the grounds, startling the trio. McGonagall was marching towards them, her lips thin with irritation.
"All right, one second." they mumbled, irritated at being disturbed.
"No! Now!" She glared at them sternly and then turned to leave. She glanced over her shoulder, pursing her lips in frustration, "Well?"
Hermione sighed. "Harry..." She whispered woefully, wishing everything was normal again-that they could just go back to that day. No use, though, it wouldn't be possible. Slowly, she replaced the loose board and crept back to her room.
A/n- Hope you enjyed! plz review!