Picking up the Pieces
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Chapter 3
Why and Memories
After walking out the door of The Three Broomsticks there was nothing but silence between Harry and Hermione. The silence between was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Then finally Harry spoke.
"Are you okay? Want to go back to my flat and talk?" He asked concerningly.
"Yeah. I just need to sit down and have a nice cup of tea?" She said.
They apperated back to his flat. Harry told her to sit down on the couch, and that he was going to make a pot of tea. As he was in the kitchen he was thinking to himself:
I don't think I've ever seen 'Mione that angry before. I could just see the magic radiating off of her. If Ron would have said one more word, I don't think there would have been anything left of him.. I know what might cheer her up a little bit. What is her favorite kind of tea? Was it Rosemary or Green. Ahh, the hell with it I'll just make both.
Then he heard the kettle begin to whistle. Recollecting his thoughts he started back out to the living room. He stopped suddenly when he saw Hermione. She was just sitting there staring out into space. He stood there watching her for a few minutes thinking to himself
Merlin, she's beautiful. She doesn't deserve this. She's the most understand, caring, and brilliant witch I've ever met. How did she end up with someone like him. Especially when she could be with someone like me. Alright Harry, enough of you thinking like this right now. She needs you.
Hermiones' sob brought Harry back to reality. He walked over to the couch and sat down.
"Hey. I couldn't remember what kind of tea you liked. So I made Rosemary and Green. You want to talk?" He said caringly.
"How could he do this to me Harry? I never in my mind thought he would do something like this to me. How could I be so foolish, so bloody stupid? Not to realize that this was happening. I loved him so much. He betrayed everything I ever trusted in a man. I gave him my all. And look what I get, more than a broken heart. I will never be able to trust another man." She said as the tears began to flow down her face.
Harry gently placed his hands on her face and wiped her tears.
"'Mione, I know how much you loved him. But your aren't stupid. If your foolish, that's what love does to you. Love is a crazy thing. Sometimes love makes you do stupid things…." Harry said.
"But Harry, why me? He didn't even think of me when he was doing this. I just want to know why?" She said sounding hopeless.
"'Mione, I don't know why he did this to you. You didn't deserve it." He replied.
"Can we please talk about something else. I just wish that today never happened. I don't feel like talking about it anymore." She said hesitantly.
"Sure." Was all he could say. Usually Hermione would talk and talk about the same problem for longer than this. I was odd she didn't want to talk about something like this.
"Harry, What ever happened to the friendship between you and Ron. You just seem so hostile towards him today. I've never seen you act like that with him." She asked questioningly.
"You really want to know don't you? Okay, during the middle of our seventh year at Hogwarts I found him in Filch's broom closet with Maggie Sullivan. They had their lips locked. From then on I just started to find him repulsive. It's like he never had any consideration for anyone else. He knew that I liked her. The friendship we shared from then on was just like we were acquaintances." Harry said not really wanting to talk about this.
"If you knew he was like this, why didn't you say something to me?" She said curiously.
"Well, at the time I was pretty occupied with all the extra training that I was going through. I really didn't have time to talk to anyone. Not even my best friends. I'm really sorry for that. So, after the fall of Voldermort, and how you two stuck beside me, I thought that maybe we could get back that friendship that we had. When you two started dating, I thought he would never do something like he has to you. He always proclaimed how much he was in love with you." He said, not really wanting to say that last part.
"Oh." Was all she could respond with.
"Hey, remember that time in the Department of Mysterys….." Harry said as he trailed off.
"Which one? First or Second?" She asked.
"Never mind. Forgot what I was going to say. Lost my train of thought. Anyway, remember the first time we met?" He asked, hoping she would forget the Department of Mysteries subject.
"Of course, Hogwarts Express. I was that know it all. Remember I fixed your glasses." She replied with a smile on her face.
"You know, you practically scared the magic right out of me. I honestly didn't know what you were about to do. Having a wand pointed right at my face was kind of scary for an eleven year old." He chuckled some at the last comment.
"I'm so sorry." She said as she started to giggle. "Harry why is it that you can take so much with a grain of salt? You can always cheer me up. It's like you don't have a care in the world." She asked him.
"I don't know, when you have a lunatic trying to kill you for seventeen years. Not having that lunatic after you finally, you learn to appreciate everything that is going on around you." He replied.
"Remember that time in the Tri-Wizard Tournement when you had to save Ron from the lake? You worked so hard, you didn't think Krum was going to save me did you?
Personally, I didn't think he could either. All I think he thought about was Quidditch." She asked him with a look of wonder in her eyes.
"Honestly, to tell you no. I didn't think he had the brains to figure out a spell to get him there. And I resent that last comment you said about Quidditch. Remember, I was like that then and I'm still like that now. I just have other priorities to think about also." He said with a smile on his face.
"Sorry." She said starting to laugh. "I forgot for the moment that my best friend was Quidditch capitian."
Harry looked at the clock, it was already two in the morning. Time just flew by sitting here talking to Hermione.
"Sorry to cut this short. But I've got training in the morning. If I'm not there on time my coach will have my head on silver platter. I'm going to go to bed. Your more than welcome to stay the night." He said.
"No, I think I'll go and get a room at the Leaky Culdron for tonight. Thanks for the offer though. I'll talk to you later." She replied.
After standing up from the couch, Harry hugged Hermione. Taking a deep breath in he could smell Jasmine and Vanilla on her. That was defiantly her trademark. That was just her.
"If you need someone to talk to I'll be home around noon tomorrow." He said wishing he could get her to come back.
"I'll stop by. I'll see you tomorrow then." She replied.
"Tomorrow it is then. Bye." Harry said in return.
With that Hermione apperated out of his flat to the Leaky Culdron.
A/N: Sorry if I went from one subject to another. Just when I get into a fight with my significant other. I hate to talk about it for long. Read and Review. THANX.