Disclaimer: This is just a short ahem VERY short piece of drabble I wrote one day when I was bored. Love it? Hate it? Want more? Send me a review of what you thought. If I get enough reviews I may turn this into a real story (believe me I definitely have a few ideas brewing around in my head). As always I do not own the characters in this story, they are owned by the lovely J.K. Rowling. Please enjoy!
-Libby
Drabble
"But I love you!" Oliver exclaimed bitterly, praying to God his words would have some effect on her. Hermione didn't believe him. Still in his sweaty Quidditch robes, Oliver sank down to her level on the rug, embraced her tightly, and whispered it one last time, "I love you." When she didn't respond, he lifted his head and marched toward the door. Hermione watched him go, tears streaming down her face, but she didn't attempt to stop him. He closed the door, and as she heard the familiar click of the lock, the former Head Girl of Hogwarts broke down sobbing.
Suddenly, it dawned on her; Oliver hadn't left because he didn't love her, he left because of her stupid insecurities.He wasn't lying, he truly did love her, and she had just made the biggest mistake of her life. Instead of continuing her reign of tears, the twenty-two year old gracefully picked herself up. She could go to her room and try to forget about him, or... In two steps she was out the front door and in five she was on the street running as if her life depended on it; and in a way, it did. She loved him too.
THE END
Or is it…?