Author's note: Only one more chapter left! Once again, pardon my mistakes.


Chapter 3: Growing Apart

When someone said count your blessings now

'Fore they're long gone

I guess I just didn't know how

I was all wrong

But they knew better

Still you said forever

And ever

Who Knew

It was towards the end of break now, and Ron, Harry, and I were all shopping in Diagon Alley for supplies for our final year. Ginny had tagged along, and now we stood looking at potion ingredients.

"So where's he right now?" Ginny asked, toying with a necklace around her neck. I glanced up from the weight set I was looking at.

"Probably at home getting ready for school's start," I shrugged, turning back.

"Mione?" she started. I looked up again curiously. "What will happen once you leave Hogwarts?" She now fingered a lock of her red hair. I shook my head.

"Its too early to tell." I faced her, stifling a yawn behind my hand. "I'll probably live with him."

Ginny gave me a look full of meaning, but I couldn't decipher it. "You should probably try to spend as much time as you can with him this term," she said slowly, choosing her words carefully. I stared at her, but she didn't bother to explain. Instead, she gave me a soft look and hooked her arm with mine.

"Let's go find the boys," she chirped, pulling me out of the store.

Yeah yeah

I'll keep you locked in my head

Until we meet again

Until we until we meet again

And I won't forget you my friend

What happened

My seventh year was complete hell. Between juggling classes and studying for the N.E.W.T.S., I had next to no time to spend with him. We grew apart, growing more and more distant with each other. Finally, one night, he sent an owl to my dorm.

The message shocked me.

Dearest Hermione,

Perhaps it would be best not to continue this relationship. It seems you've not enough time for me. My love for you has not faded, but it seems like yours has. Maybe some day this could work, but for now, we are no more.

I wanted to cry, but something inside me knew that was coming. I folded the letter back up carefully, then went to bed. I was miserable.

I replayed every memory I had of him that night. I was determined to remember all that happened between us. Those memories were all I had of our times together now.

Because now I could not have him.