AN: Finally!
Dread is what Harry was feeling in the pit of his stomach. Sitting in the buzzing great hall with his friends looking at him expectantly, Harry was unable to shake away the numbness that had settled over him. He stood up and turned to face his friends without meeting anyone's eye he mumbled, "See you later." and left them all more confused than before. They turned to look at each other wondering if anyone had the slightest clue of what just happened. Ron too averted everyone's eye, shrugged and resumed eating; desperately hoping that his two best friends can solve this problem sooner than later.
Harry recalled feeling this way when he had to attend Professor Snape's potion classes. Not wanting to do it but had no choice. Choice! It all came down to it. He had to let Hermione know that it's her who he will always choose no matter what Ginny said. Slightly more determined Harry went to the head common room only to find it immersed in silence. Heart beating hard against his chest Harry lifted his hand tentatively to knock on Hermione's door but it was slightly open. With barely any force he pushed it further and took a painful breath. Hermione was curled at the edge of her bed, face buried in a pillow sobbing quietly. Harry slowly walked and sat by her curled body and lightly placed his hand on Hermione's keen. Her face was hidden by the pillow and her hair was all over the places. 'Hermione', Harry said but no sound came out. He awkwardly cleared his throat and tried again. "Please let me explain." "Leave Harry, I don't wish to talk." Harry shook his head in denial though she couldn't see. "No Hermione, it's not what you think, just listen to me and then if you still wish I will leave." At this Hermione abruptly got up and was mere inches from Harry's face, she hissed "You sealed the deal with a kiss Harry what else are going to tell me?" Stupefied by her sudden outburst and tear stained face Harry was speechless for a moment. That moment was enough for Hermione to know that Draco Malfoy had spoken the truth.
If he didn't leave she would. Hermione tried to get off the bed, away from Harry, but he wouldn't have it. He pinned her down with both hands and tried not to force his weight upon her. "Bloody hell Hermione just listen for a fucking minute, and then I am leaving okay?!" it came out more rudely than he meant. Hermione glared with her jaw clenched and tried not to yell at him. "How dare you force me, get off me right at this moment harry potter or I swear to all that's sane I will hex you bloody!" she was shaking with anger. Harry looked down at her and took a really deep breath staring intently in her angry hurt brown eyes. Slowly he let his body align with hers making sure that she could take his weight and still breathe. His actions were contradicting her demand but his close proximity was not letting her think straight. She wanted to push him, tell him how much he had hurt her and how she hated him, that made her eyes fill with tears yet again which she couldn't wipe off, her hands trapped in Harry's, body prisoner to his.
Harry pulled her in the middle of the bed, both on their side facing each other. A position they shared on countless nights was anything but comfortable tonight. Harry brushed away the few strands of hair sticking to her wet cheek being fanned with his breathe. "She came onto me Hermione, when I realised what Ginny was asking for before I could tell her that it was never going to happen, she had her lips pressed to mine." Harry grimaced at the memory. "The only reason why I touched her was to push her away and I left." His eyes were desperate for her to believe him and she wondered whether he had realised how close he had pulled her towards him during his explanation, it was almost painful. As much as she wanted to reassure him with a kiss and erase any unpleasant memory of Ginny she knew she needed more time. With noticeable uncertainty she closed whatever gap was there between them and wrapped her arms around his neck. Harry sighed and squeezed Hermione closer burying his face between her shoulder and neck.
"I don't think Teddy should call me anything that relates to being a mother." at this Harry stopped breathing, even when Hermione continued he couldn't get his lungs to function. "It was sweet in the beginning but I don't wish to take Tonks place in his life. You are his godfather and it might be okay if he calls you dad but I am not comfortable with it anymore. I hope you understand Harry. " Harry abruptly pulled away from their almost comfortable embrace and asked in a dead voice, "are you breaking up with me?" Hermione was taken aback with his emotionless eyes and voice and before she could reply he almost yelled harshly "Answer me Hermione!" "No" "Then what the fuck is this about?" Harry was not able stay still anymore; he got off the bed and started pacing unable to contain his anger. Hermione sat up resting her head against the headboard and for the life of her couldn't come up with anything to say to her boyfriend digging hole in the carpet.
She was startled when harry yelled. "Say something! When did you think it was not right for Teddy to call you mom, because if I am any good at maths it was just a few hours back that you were so excited to see him call you mom? So do tell me what enlightened you about it not being right anymore? And correct me if I am wrong to think of this as anything but a break up." He was panting at the end of his rant and was still filled rage. He ran a hand through his hair and glanced at his watch. It was past one and they had missed their nightly rounds, he just hoped no one caught their bunk. He turned to face Hermione and bid her good night, she had not changed from her jeans and t-shirt, hair all messed up, chewing her lower lip, and uncertainty written plainly over her beautiful face. Harry realised he was tired to his bones and decided to give her two options. "It's past one; right now we both are exhausted but luckily we don't have a class until eleven o'clock tomorrow. So we could both stay and sort this shit out or I can leave and let you sleep. Your choice." Harry clenched his jaw and folded his arms on his heaving chest waiting for her response.
