A/n: Challenge by Hotkat144
-Based on the movie and book "The Notebook" by Nicholas Sparks
-Hermione/Harry
-Must pick love over everything else
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or The Notebook
.::Chapter One::.
When he awoke that morning, he immediately felt that this would be the day he died…Maybe it was just because his arthritis was acting up, and he was feeling exceptionally old today…But just had this feeling that today would be his last day here on Earth.
So he made sure that he dressed up in his finest clothes, and brushed at his peppered gray hair even though he knew full well that it would always go back to its unruly, just-out-of-bed, look-which looked great when he was young, but now seemed so…Adolescent.
But this was something he usually loves-Because age is just a number. On the inside he's still that teenagers with raging hormones with this giantic crush on this really cute girl. And on the outside he's an eigthy-two year old man that's moved into St.Mungo's a few years ago, so that his family wouldn't have to take care of him-Not that they minded, but he did.
On his way out of his room, he makes sure to take the leather bound notebook, because even though he hates knowing it-Some things are starting to become vague in his memory.
He walks through the ward, nodding a greeting to the nurses-whom all know him by his first name-and the residents-whom have wandered out from their rooms like he has; Until he stops at Room 201, underneath the number is a name plate, and a picture of a smiling old woman below that.
He opens the door as quietly as he can, and enters the room. Waiting for her to notice him standing there, before he steps a bit closer to where she is now sitting in her bed, and says her name.
She gives him a quizzical look, "Who are you?"
"Would you like to go for a walk?" he asks, avoiding her question. She is very curious-just like when she was younger, always yearning for more knowledge-so she nods.
He leaves the room so she can get dressed. And is happy to find out she picked out her favorite dress. It's light blue, silk, and knee length. It's the one he gave her for her seventy-fifth birthday.
She gives a small smile, at this man she barely knows, but follows him downstairs, and into the gardens with no comments or complaints.
They take a seat, she's looking up at the clear summer sky, basking in the sun's rays as if it's the first time she has felt the heat of the sun and he's watching her with such love, you would have no doubt he was head over heels for her.
"That was a nice walk" she says, almost in a sing-song voice, and she gives him a soft smile before she looks over the gardens-marveling at the beautiful flowers.
"It's nice out today," he says and takes a second to look up at the sky, but returns back to watching her. She quirks an eyebrow at him, "Are we going to continue this little chat, because if we are, I think I would at least be pivilenged with knowing your name."
He grins at this, excited to realize that she's in that playful mood today, "I have a story here. One that I would like to read to you."
"Really? What's it about?" she asks, leaning in closer to get a better look at the book.
"It's one of those cliché romance books. You know the ones-the girl likes the guy, the guy likes the girl, but the girls parents don't agree" he says, wanting to brush the piece of hair out of her face, but he knows this might disturb her, so he opens up the book to begin…