Her POV
I don't know who to choose. My best-friend or my boyfriend? The boy I've loved for years, or the one who believed in me. In the end I didn't have to choose though, Harry stormed out, slamming the portrait door on the way.
I knew he was upset, he had come back for me. I was the only one left for him and now I had deserted him. I had left him in the dark with no one but himself. Stranded him in his point of need; I can't believe that I did that to my own best-friend.
He was selfish though; thinking that I would sit there waiting for him to show up. Patiently waiting like a dog does not come to me. I am a Gryffindor, and he should know me better than that. Does he not remember what I last said to him? How I needed to move away, to forget the memories, to get over the pain of losing so much?
I admit I was excited and happy to see the return of my best-friend, but he left me. Draco had stayed, he didn't run away because Harry was here; he didn't try to curse him into oblivion. Feeling his warm breath on my neck, I hugged him like I would never hug again. It made me feel so much better to feel his strong arms wrapped around me, comforting me, telling me that it would all be alright. He was so good at making my problems go away, shrink, disappear, vamoose, and he always makes me happy; something that neither Harry nor Ron could even achieve; nearly every week we would fight about something.
I knew that Draco was perfect for me; I just had to show it to Harry. Maybe he will understand that it was best for me to leave Ron in my memories and for me to keep Draco right here beside me. After all, Draco is my perfect prince.
His POV
His face was priceless, Potter's offcourse. You could see the stages; the shock, the realisation, the disbelief, the anger and finally the sorrow. The last two stages just seemed to morph into one for Potter though, the anger never leaving his eyes. He stormed out of our common room like a second year and childishly slammed the door. We are adults now, we don't slam doors Potty!
I could see though that Mione was taking this pretty hard. Up until now, she supposedly hated me, she was his best friends, he was my rival, and now we are a couple. I suppose I understand why Potter didn't believe her when she told him, but I don't think that Hermione had or could ever lie. She's just not like that, and then him storming out like that, she's supposed to be his best-friend! Obviously Saint Potter isn't as Saint-like as all of his sheep's believe him to be.
But she was so sad, so deep in thought. I cols see her thoughts change from sympathetic to anger, what was she thinking? I came to stand behind her but I didn't know what to do. Should I hug her to show my support? But she could have chosen him, the 'almighty chosen one'. I need guidance! I need help! Please someone help me, I the former Slytherin Sex God has no idea as to what to do!
As she turned around, she threw herself at me and wrapped her arms around me tightly. I just hugged her back, she must have chosen me, I am so happy! Mione is mine, mine, mine, mine, MINE! Potter couldn't take my princess away from me after all!
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