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Anyway back to the chapter
Ginny looked up suddenly and met her honey eyes which held such a severe pain that Ginny had to look away, the intensity too much for her already troubled mind to handle.
"I'm pregnant… with Harry's child; we are getting married in a month, before my stomach gets completely out of control." Ginny said plainly and Hermione's hands began to tremble, her heart seemed to blacken, the coldness flowing into her veins, slowly, torturously killing her. Ginny looked up when Hermione didn't answer and frowned darkly at her. "What is it?" she spat accusingly and Hermione blinked away the tears threatening to fall.
"Oh, nothing! Congratulations… I am so… so happy for you." she whispered and stood, flashing a smile that Hermione suspected Ginny could see straight through. She ran her shaking fingers through her soft curls and exited the room, walking directly to the large kitchen table and bending over it, head in her cold hands. She opened her eyes and stared at the texture of the table. She saw several indentations and stains, she was sure they had several fond memories attached to them. She reached down and traced the outline of coffee mug with her finger, smiling smally, a tear falling onto the dark wood, another memory added to its wooden face.
She heard the floo sound in the living room and stood quickly, straightening her clothing. And there staring at her was the sullen face of the man she was in love with. He moved forward, his hands reached forward as if to touch her, but she moved away shaking her head and exited through the back door, wiping furiously at the tears falling down her face.
Harry ran forward and wrenched her wrist back; she gasped in pain and met his intense gaze. She tried to pull away from him, escape his grasp but he wouldn't surrender, his grasp dominant and demanding.
"What do you want from me?" Hermione spat and Harry looked down at her, confusion flickered through his features before realisation and then sorrow. His grip slackened but remained and Hermione felt more tears fall down her face.
"You." He said in a firm voice and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"As what? Your whore? An easy fuck when you wife is pregnant?" Hermione trembled as she spoke and Harry growled.
"What do you expect of me! If she I carrying my child I have to take responsibility for it! What else would you have be do, it's my duty!" he exclaimed and Hermione flinched.
Her face softened and she reached forward and placed her hand on his face. "And what of you duty to your heart?" harry took a step back releasing his hold on her.
"I have no duty to my heart…"
"And what of me?" she squeaked and he looked away to hide his wounded expression.
"I have nothing for you now." He said and Hermione reached forward and grasped his shirt forcing him to look at her. But his eyes refused to meet hers.
"What are you talking about? Why are you doing this? Why aren't you… don't you love me?" she whispered and moved her head to try and meet his gaze. He finally looked up and met her powerful gaze; his face was stony, emotionless.
"I never loved you. You should go." Harry stated and turned away from her his head bowed as he entered the house and then disappeared, from her vision, her life, her heart.
"I will always love you." she sobbed and apparated to the one place she could ever imagine would accept her no matter what.
She looked up at the large gates and smiled smally at the old building, the castle that had accepted a mis-fit know-it-all with no friends, bushy hair and buck teeth.
She entered the school grounds and smiled at the way the moonlight flickered over its many turrets and towers, casting an eerie glow around it. She immediately walked to the large white tomb she saw next to the lake, her heart like a heavy weight in her chest, dragging her deeper and deeper into the dark abyss that was now her life.
She ran her fingers over the cool surface, her wand twirling through her fingers. She stared out onto the rippling blanket of water and smiled as the squid splashed water playfully. And then the tentacles froze as if sensing her presence and what she was about to do.
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"Minerva! Minerva!" Albus Dumbledore's voice yelled through the halls and carried down to the Great Hall where the headmistress was seated, looking over the student body appraisingly. The elderly woman looked up suddenly, fear covering her features. She stood and the hall grew silent. "Hermione!" Minerva ran from the hall, many members of staff following her out, through the large doors and into the grounds, where next to the tomb of Albus Dumbledore, a crumpled figure, only just visible in the silvery moonlight that lit up her pale skin.
The stars were reflected in her wide, black eyes and McGonagall leaned over her one time student, now friend and felt a sob wrack through her body, a shrill cry that filled the grounds with unmeasurable horror and sadness.
The mood of the castle was bleak, the life slowly weakening like the heart beat inside Hermione Grangers chest.
AN ok…. Now do not kill me for this ok? I know it may be a little out of character but it has to be explained ok? Then you will totally understand that Hermione isnt trying anything stupid…… on purpose. Trust me :P
Anyway, might not update for a while…things to do… people to meet. Ill update Saturday….promise :P