Chapter 17

A/N: Sorry for the very long wait I was at summer camp and then was whisked off the Hawaii for another 2 weeks. I felt very guilty but inspiration has bubbled up in my mind! New characters, plot twists, revelations, and some angst. Please don't hurt me I'm not a good angst writer, that explaining the lack of it, thus far. Enjoy.

The words he read that cold rainy dismal day were not born that of the mind of a speechwriter, he tried not to rely on them too much. No these words were born maybe not of his heart which felt almost no caring for his deceased Aunt and Uncle, almost. He did not have ice running through his veins they had raised him, horridly, but they took him in nonetheless. Flanked by umbrella holders to keep the betting rain from hitting the crown prince. Although he had been soaked earlier so this was to no benefit.

Hermione watched from under her black umbrella, sympathy and sadness dulling her bright cinnamon eyes. Her eyes not fixated one the two shining wood caskets two wreaths of bright now rain soaked flowers a top them, but on Harry. He was soaked wearing an all black designer suit his hair soaked and dripping, beads of water on his black-rimmed glasses, she couldn't tell if he was crying or not, his head was positioned in a way you couldn't see his eyes. Even if he was crying his tears ran together with the rain.

His words were blurred intertwined, with the idle whispers of the others in attendance, the rain hitting the caskets, the numerous umbrellas, and mumbles of his 'umbrella holders' or bodyguards. It didn't matter how stone faced he was on the outside, how distant, quiet, and pensive. She only cared about what was going on inside his head, was he grieving or not?

Harry's voice ceased and he stepped down from the podium his eyes lowered. Soon the priest took his place and recited the traditional prayers one hears at a funeral. As his powerful but respectful voice read from the bible the caskets were lowered in to the ground. Harry came to stand next her. She felt none of that familiar warmth, no sense of the man she loved.

His bright green eyes now dark and lifeless as the stared forward his head held high. Not a moment after or before the caskets had passed below the surface did she feel his black leather gloved hand tap her elbow. She looked up looked up searching his blank face for a sign of his former self. He just stared down the gray stone path back to the limo. She took his signal and walked side by side with him adopting a similar face as his, though she took worried glances at him during that what seemed like long walk back to the limo.

After entering the sleek black limo, the black interior adding to the morbid feeling surrounding the two young adults in the back of the Limo. Hermione removed her black gloves placing them in her black purse silently. Harry stared out his window his chin resting on his knuckles.

"What are you thinking?" she asked not willing to bear much more of this.

"Hmm?" he said not looking at her.

"What is going on in that head of yours!" She was demanding a legitimate answer now. He looked at her from the corner of his eyes. "Are you mourning, are you trying to find yourself, I know this is a big impact on you but God Harry it's driving me insane not knowing what to do to help the man I love!" she pleaded her eyes searching his face for any hints. He turned to look at her face; his features formed an expression unreadable to Hermione.

"Love?" he said calmly. " Those two people that were lowered in to the ground held no love in their hearts for me! My family! I hated them but not to the point that I'd wish them dead." He looked away from her for a moment " You, Ron and others love me like they never could, but why were they not capable of that not even till their deaths." He opened to door to the pouring rain she quickly followed, this wasn't over yet.

"Harry!" she grabbed him making him face her. She put her hands on his face kissing him as passionately as she could, when they parted her hands still on his face pulling his face toward hers so their foreheads touched. "Harry, I love you very much, it doesn't matter who didn't love you but how many people love you now."

He was quiet and not looking at her; she waited with bated breath all this while standing in the rain outside Godric's Hallow. To her happiness his harms wrapped around her body pulling them together in a fierce hug. His breath was rattling in her ear but she couldn't help smiling.

"Thank you Hermione, you can go home now the driver will take you, good bye." He said deadpan and walked in to Godric's Hallow closing the doors behind himself not a glance back. She was shocked and her blood started to boil at a alarming rate. She wouldn't storm in there no, she'd just yell and hope he hear d her!

"Harry Potter I hate you! Never speak to me again!" tears started to roll down her cheeks her knuckles clenched and turning white. Of course she didn't mean it and that was totally immature on her part but when wounded so badly as she was one's wit is dulled for the time being.

She turned swiftly soaked to the bone and got back in to the morbid limo all the time watching the manor with sad hateful eyes until she couldn't see it anymore.

Little did she know what had gone on the second Harry closed the door leaving her in the rain. He was slammed up against the wall by Ron who had been watching and listening to the entire thing.

"Are you bloody insane!" he was quite upset "Do you realize what you just did?!" Ron was red in the face his normally friendly aqua eyes a blaze in furry.

"I thought you'd be pleased. You didn't want me and her to be together anyway."

"That girl loves you more then life at self and I know you feel the same! You left the love of your life standing the rain. She did nothing but care for you!" Ron gave him one last glare then stormed out Harry ran to the open door his face a mix of expressions.

"Where are you going?" he barked at Ron who was getting in to his car.

Ron just ignored him as he drove away. When he reached his destination in side a swanky flat building and inside a flat he found Avery holding Hermione on the couch as she cried and cried. 'I hope Harry can live with himself for doing this to her' he thought. Ron stayed the night there helping Avery take care of Hermione who was a far cry from the wonderful woman he knew.

Hermione didn't sleep that night she couldn't when she closed her eyes she saw his face. What was she going to do?

To be continued.......

A/N; Please don't hate me!!! I swear I have a reason! They are not broken up for good ok? Trust me you won't be sorry with up coming events in the story please don't kill me!!!!!!!