Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: ok so I know that some people are probably mad at me for leaving the last chapter the way I did, but hopefully I can make up to you with this chapter, oh and by the way
sorry it took me so long to get it up. I know it has only been like 5 or 6 days, but I was planning to get this up the next day I just had tons of homework this week so I've been really stressed because I have a test on Monday so yeah anyways enough of my ranting…on with the story.
Last time:
He walked towards her trying to be as quiet as possible as to not alarm her to his presence. He reached out and touched her hand. She turned around surprised, but her face contorted into horror as the realization hit her-she was falling to the earth below her.
Now:
Hermione was looking around herself in a daze attempting to figure out what just happened. She realized that she had fallen. She saw Harry looking over the side of the roof screaming her name and all of a sudden he was gone. She tried moving, but her body was aching all over. Then as fast as Harry had left he was by her side, and in that split second everything went black.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
Harry saw her fall and it was like she was falling in slow motion. He started screaming her name and she looked at him with a quizzical expression.
Why is he shouting?
She landed with a dull thud. She began looking around herself in a disoriented daze. He ran down the stairs to the ground floor as fast as his legs could carry him. He was by her side in a matter of minutes and the instant he got there she fell unconscious.
Harry picked up Hermione and began to jog back to the Weasley's house so they could take her to St. Mungos. Harry barged in the back door and the Weasley's gazed at Hermione in apprehension. They all went over to the fireplace and flooed to St. Mungos where Hermione was admitted for various injuries.
Harry stayed in Hermione's room every day. He never moved, he never ate and he never slept. He just sat in a chair right next to her bed and watched her day in and day out. There were visiting hours but the healers quickly realized that the term "visiting hours" didn't apply to him. The Weasley's encouraged him to go home and rest but he refused to leave her side.
About a week later, Hermione's eyelids began to flutter and she began to stir. Harry's head shot up at the sound of his name trickling from her pale, dry lips. He stood over her and he said her name softly. She looked up at him and understanding dawned on her face.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
Hermione slowly opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was a white ceiling. She came to the conclusion that she must be in St. Mungos. She looked up and Harry was standing over her and he said her name tenderly.
"Why did you do it?" Harry asked seriously.
"I did it because of you…" Hermione said almost inaudibly.
Harry stood there puzzled, until he realized what she just said. "Me?"
"Yes you. I've always wanted to tell you this, but never really had the nerve to…I'm in love with you."
"You're in love…with me?" Harry asked skeptically.
"Yes I am."
"But…but why?" Harry asked bewildered.
"Look--if you don't feel the same way just tell me." Hermione said irritated and hurt.
"It's just that--" Hermione cut him off, thinking that he was rejecting her.
"You know what…just get the hell out of my room!"
"But Hermione--"
"Leave…NOW!" Hermione yelled, as tears threatened to spill down her porcelain cheeks.
Harry tried to say something else, but he knew it was a fruitless attempt. So, discouraged, he left to let the Weasley's know that Hermione was awake. Then he flooed back to the house and thought about what he was going to do next.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
After Harry left, Hermione started sobbing hysterically. When the Weasley's came to see how she was doing the healers stopped and told them that she didn't want any visitors right now. Ron of course threw a fit, but soon gave in after realizing that it was pointless to try and get into the room.
Hermione lay in her room contemplating on where she was going to go from here. She felt like killing herself all over again. How could he just reject me like that after expressing my undying love for him? Maybe he really is in love with Ginny. I mean Ginny's my friend, but I never thought that Harry and Ginny would ever be a couple. I always dreamed that I would end up with Harry and Ginny would end up with Neville. Maybe Harry and I just weren't meant to be.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
Harry was sitting on the couch staring into the crimson flames of the roaring fire, thinking about if he was truly in love with Hermione or if it was just an infatuation with someone he can't have. That's when it hit him, he was really and truly in love with Hermione Jane Granger. Now the problem was how was he going to break-up with Ginny? At that moment….Ginny walked in the door. This is going to be bad. Harry thought. He knew how furious the fiery little red-head could get. When that happened, God rest your soul because when she gets done with you, you wish you were dead.
"Ginny…love…we need to talk…" Harry said cautiously.
"What about?" Ginny asked curiously.
"About us…I think…well…I think we should break up." Harry said quietly.
At that moment all hell broke loose.
A/N: sorry I know I cut it off but I want to keep this story going for at least 3 or 4 chapters because all of my other stories are really short. So I'll have the next chapter up A.S.A.P.