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Author's Note: Hi you guys! I feel so bad, I haven't updated in ages! I guess I had a slight case of writers block and still do but I'm going to keep writing and finish this story because I would hate to leave it unfinished. :) Sorry for the long wait and I hope you guys aren't too mad. :P

YOU WOULDN'T BELIVE IT, EVEN IF I TOLD YOU

Chapter 10

How Can I Prove My Love?

Since the kiss she had shared with Harry the world had seemed a bit brighter. Hermione had a constant tune in her head and now walked with a bounce. She seemed less troubled and didn't even mind the constant cleaning she had to do.

Harry seemed to notice the change in Hermione's mood and he was jumping for joy, even though it didn't seem so on the outside. He really liked Hermione and felt happy when she was happy and sad when she was sad. The pair hadn't kissed again but they now spent every spare moment they had together talking or just sitting together enjoying each others company. Not that Harry wasn't tempted, he always wanted to kiss her and just hold her in his arms. But what kind of life could he give her? He was cursed to be a vampire until someone broke the spell. Hermione could only save him if she truly loved him. What she'd have to give up… What she'd have to do… He would never ask that of her, it was too much.

Would he ever be saved?

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The day looked bleak when Hermione woke up. Gray everything. Hermione sang as she pulled on her plain dress and apron.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are gray."

The water she washed her face with was ice cold and woke her totally up instantly. The soap was sweet smelling and Hermione took a while washing up, enjoying the smell and coldness.

Walking into the kitchen she started up breakfast in a big grill of sorts over the fire. Rubbing her hands together, Hermione welcomed the warmth it gave off. Hearing footsteps, she jerked up and flushed slightly pink when Harry walked in.

Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Hermione wanted him to hold her forever and never let go. She wanted to kiss him without a second thought and he always occupied her mind.

Hermione would do anything to break the spell that had been put on him. She had taken to searching the library for any information but so far her search had been unsuccessful. It was frustrating! There seemed to be not even the slightest hint at a way to break the spell, or some kind of counter curse…nothing!

Hermione broke her train of thought when Harry mumbled a sleepy, "Morning."

Smiling brightly Hermione flipped the sausages, which were slightly burnt on one side, "How are you?"

Harry's head clunked on the table where he had sat down.

Hermione laughed lightly, "Didn't sleep so well?"

Harry lifted his head and shook it like a dog shaking dry, "There's just some nights where I can't sleep. I think about when I used to be human and I miss it."

Hermione sat down across from him and took his hands in hers. "You know I'd do anything for you, right? If I could find a way to break the spell, I'd do it in an instant."

The feeling that Harry felt with those words was unexplainable. She must love him if she wanted to do that for him! But she doesn't even know what she has to do. How do I know she wouldn't change her mind once she heard what she needs to do? "You don't really mean that," Harry insisted, taking his hands out of hers.

Hermione replied, the hurt evident in her voice, "and why do you think that?"

Harry sighed deeply, he really didn't want to fight with her, he loved her and couldn't stand to see her angry or sad. "Hermione, please I really don't want to fight."

Hermione stood up, almost knocking her chair over. She wanted to cry but was forcing herself not too. "Neither do I, but I want to know what would make you think that?"

"Hermione-"

"Just tell me my Harry!"

Harry stood up also, his green eyes flashing. "You don't know what the hell you'd have to do to break the spell Hermione! That's why!"

"I don't care about that! I would do anything!" Hermione protested.

Harry scoffed, "Stop being so childish Hermione. You have no clue how dark the magicks can get. You have no idea what you'd have to do. What if it involved sacrificing someone? Or even worse, what if you had to kill yourself for it?"

Hermione flinched at his cruel words, "Harry, I care about you more then anything! I would give my life for yours."

Harry slammed his fists on the table. Why did she have to be like this! She didn't really mean that! Why on earth would she do that for him? "Dammit Hermione! Stop being so stubborn! I know you and you wouldn't do that, you just wouldn't okay?"

Without a second though, Hermione took off. She ran down the tunnel to the big front door and flung it open. Tears stung at her eyes and she ran down a path towards the vampire city. Harry didn't follow.

Why wouldn't he believe her? She was speaking to him through her heart. Hermione had meant every single word she had said and all he could do was shoot her down! Have I not shown him I care for him enough? How can I prove my love to him?

Well breaking the spell would be a good start.

But there's nothing! No information anywhere. I've searched and searched! How can I break a spell when there's no information on how to break it?

Information doesn't just lie in books.

Breaking out of her thoughts, Hermione looked around. The vampire city was really quite a cruel place. It looked a bit like Diagon Alley, well, if Diagon Alley was a torture chamber. The shoppe's looked normal enough but they were all dark and sold strange items to do with magick, weapons, and sometimes even blood.

There were both vampires and servants walking the streets. Some of the servants had chains on their necks or feet and wore ragged clothing. The vampires were in many different forms, some of them were all vamped out and others weren't. Lots of them were wearing leather, as it seemed to be quite a fashion statement here.

Hermione hugged herself, suddenly feeling cold. She stood still in the middle of the street and looked around. Noticing a certain shop, Hermione headed over. She had an idea.

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Author's Note: Okay you guys, sorry it's so short but it seemed best to cut it off there. Soooo…what do you think? Did it suck? Was it okay? Or did it totally rock your socks right off?

Love,

Sakura-sweeti