WARNING: oKAY, you flame me aobut not posting and i will just...not post for longer next time. lol.
i am just..so busy right now..i have almost no like outside of school... im starting to run out of chapters for this story..i only have 6 left...and ihave almost no inspiration write another HP chappie right now...and since the 6th book came out, i feel like my story is insignificant... and...i think i might wrap this story up in a few chappies after i finish posting my pre-written chapters... ill write a few more and the end of this story, lol.
sorry though...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything HP related except some merchandise and the plot...
oh, and I own the invention mentioned later in the story...take it and you die..literally..
My evil mouse bit me because I haven't posted in while...i know some of you are probably glad but mouse bites arent pleasant.. i might just get another NICER mouse just to spite him.hahaha.. anyways, so, here you go!
Chapter 13: A truth arises...
"We should go back I guess..." he said turning towards the door.
"Wait Harry..." she said grabbing his shoulder.
"It's getting a bit chilly...we can talk about this going back." he tried to make an excuse.
"Even walls have ears..." she tried to lighten the mood and keep them up there.
He turned back towards her and her hand dropped from his shoulder. "Look...I don't know why that happened, but you want to be friends and I'll keep it that way for you." he trailed off.
"But what if I changed my mind?" she said almost pleadingly.
"No you haven't. It's just the atmosphere and the way we were standing. That could've happened to anyone." he tried to sound a little harsh to make her back off.
She didn't want to back down from him and she knew he was trying to make her do that. "Anyone? What about if you were Drac-I mean Malfoy?" she couldn't believe she had almost called him by his name.
He took that as a slip up and ignored it, "You wouldn't have been up here in the first place. And besides...you know what I mean!" he said trying to sound a bit harsh again.
"Why am I doing this again? I don't like him! Yet...I'm trying to get him to be with me." she thought getting herself right.
He was in the middle of saying something when she interrupted, "Why don't we just go back down?" she said looking at her feet.
"Well...now that we're into all of this I want to talk about it and set this straight." he said changing views.
"Ok...a minute ago, you wanted to go and I wanted to stay, but now YOU want to stay and I want to go." she said laying it out for him.
"You made an interesting point out of all of this for me and I want to talk about us." he stated simply.
She looked up at him sharply, "Us?" she said almost accusingly.
"I don't mean us! I just mean...us as...I don't know...friends!" he said getting into it.
"Oh...well...I guess that's all right...but is there anything in my hair though?" she asked changing the subject.
He lit his wand again and looked at her hair. "Sorry to say...but...yes...and quite a bit." he cringed.
"Oh no..." she whined.
"What's that scouring spell? Or...would that work on hair?" he asked.
"I forgot about that one! Thanks for reminding me!" she turned back around to him. "Just let me do it though...I'd rather do it myself...I'm not trying to be mean though. If I sound like that...sorry." she said apologizing.
"Don't be...I wouldn't trust me to do it either. I would prefer if you did!" he laughed. "You're so much better than me anyways!"
"Me...Books and spells...there are more important things like friends and bravery..." she said reminiscing the old days.
"You said that to me in first year...when we had just gotten across the chessboard under the trap door!" he laughed remembering that.
"Very good! I didn't know if you'd remember or not!" she laughed. "I wish we could go back to those days...it was so much simpler..."
"I'll agree on that one!" he chuckled as he sat down on a ledge. "It doesn't seem that big of a deal now as it did then...I wish so much that I could go back to then..." he said dropping his head into his hands. "I wish I could go back and change things...like...maybe I could-"
"You can't Harry. Stop dwelling on the past, it won't do you any good!" she said sitting down right beside him.
"I can't help it! I want to bring him back! He's the only one who I thought of as real family." he said standing back up fiercely. "No matter what anyone says...it's not going to make it any better! Nothing anyone says will help..." his voice cracked and he felt warmth in his eyes.
She felt so badly for him. She wanted to help him...but there really was no way she could help him. All she could was maybe hug him and tell him that it will be all right. He'd want to know when though and she couldn't tell him. "But someone needs to be there for him...but I've obviously made it clear that I won't be with him. I could still be his friend and be there for him though!" she argued with herself.
She felt tears in her eyes. "No...Don't cry." she whispered to herself.
He heard her, "I'm putting too much of this on her. I'm putting too much of this on all my friends. But I can't hold all of this in and act like everything is peachy. Everyoneknows its fake anyways." he couldn't figure out what to do.
He wanted to run far away and take the danger with him. He didn't want anyone close to him to get hurt. He wanted to protect everyone from himself. He couldn't get close to anyone or else they would become a higher target for Voldemort.
"Hermione..." he started. His voice was wavering; he was almost on the verge of crying himself. "Hermione...I'm afraid to go back to school this year. I'm afraid that even if I have Dumbledore there...it won't stop him. I'm scared he'll end up hurting anyone close to me..." a tear slid down his face.
Hermione had a lump in her throat. She wanted to help him so desperately. "Harry I want to help you but I don't know how!" she said standing up and hugging him from behind. She sobbed but the tears wouldn't come out.
He about wanted to break down crying. He took her arms off of him and stepped away from her. She was as shocked as he was, but he came back up to her and put his arms around her. "Hermione...thank you." another tear came.
She embraced him and clenched her eyes. She was shaking like she was crying, but the tears were being barred. "I promised I wasn't going to cry for you Harry...I have yet to do it...And I promise you that I will try so hard not to..." she whispered up to him.
"Thank you Hermione..." his tears stopped suddenly. "Thank you." he repeated.
He didn't know how long they were up there, but he treasured every minute they were up there. They had finally let their emotions settle down enough to sit down and talk about a few things.
They got back into the bed as the sun started to rise and the sky started to turn pink and grey. They hugged each other and slipped back into their beds. They fell asleep as soon as they closed their tired eyes.
They awoke to someone bustling through the room. "You! Get out of bed!" a nurse came by and shook him awake. He sat up and put his glasses on. The nurse walked quickly over to Hermione and pulled the curtains away from her bed, "Get up! Get out of bed!" she shook Hermione awake also.
As soon as the nurse left, Hermione got up and went over to Harry, "What was that all about?" she asked yawning.
"You got me..." he said yawning after her.
She yawned again, "Yawns are contagious!" she laughed.
The nurse came back in and saw the two standing/sitting about. "Are you going to get dressed yet? You have people coming to take you home!" the nurse said pulling the covers off of Harry.
"You mean we're leaving?" Harry asked quizzically.
"No, I'm just telling you for the fun of it!" she said dumping the sheets on the floor and pushing Hermione back to her bed to get changed.
Harry dressed rather slowly and when he came back into the wing Hermione was sitting on his bed swinging her legs. "What takes you so long to get dressed? Honestly, and men complain we take too long!" she laughed.
"Now don't start the gender wars again!" he laughed.
As Harry was putting some things into a bag that the nurse had given him, a small glass bottle rolled out of pocket in his pants. He looked at the label. "Sizzling Sores by the Weasley Twins" (thats the invention..its mine..take it and you die...) it read. He laughed at it. "What's so funny?" Hermione inquired leaning over the end of his bed with her bag on the floor.
"Nothing...just something a friend gave me a little bit ago." he lied. "Whatever, well let's go! Mrs. Weasley and everyone else is waiting for us downstairs!" she said pulling him towards the door.
"All right I'm coming mother!" he said running past her. "Hey!" she laughed running after him.
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