AN1: Wow! 280!! Two hundred and eighty freaking reviews! Wow. Thank you all so much! Hmm, I wonder if by the 100th chapter I can get to 600?
Disclaimer: Lalalalala, no, I don't own any part of HP. If I did, well, I'd be an extra in a movie! Haha. But alas, I don't, so alas, I'm not! Darn.
NOTE: Could be slightly canon! Not the end, but the stuff in the beginning and middle, yes! Whoo!! Haha. This takes place during HBP towards the end.
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Hermione was completely torn. She wandered aimlessly about the castle and wished that she wasn't so helpless. She had always thought that Harry and Ginny would get together and she always knew that they would be a brilliant couple. They got together, and they were a brilliant couple: just as she had predicted.
So then now—a little over a month later—why are they both so miserable?
Because they broke up. Hermione believed that while Harry was being a bit too noble, he was right in his decision to break up with Ginny. Who knew whom Voldemort would go after next? It made sense that Harry would rather not be with Ginny and have her alive than be with her and yet get her seriously injured or even killed. So his decision was totally justified. And yet he felt awful. Hermione and Ron both shared in his pain. It was just so sad to see him depressed like this. It was almost as bad as right after Sirius died. Hermione and Ron thought that if he knew he did the right thing that he would feel okay, but he didn't feel okay. He felt completely low and worthless.
And the worst part was that neither Hermione nor Ron could do anything about it. Although both of them would love dearly to be able to rid Harry of his misery, they knew it wasn't possible. The most they could do was to comfort him and try to get his mind off of her. It was understandable to both of them as to why Harry remained so heartbroken. He and Ginny had been on fantastic terms, even before they began dating, and now, they had nothing. They don't talk to each other and when they pass each other in the halls, they look down and choose not to make eye-contact.
With the comfy couch in front of the fire in her mind, Hermione briskly made her way to the prefects' quarters. Once in the prefects' chamber that adjoined with that of the two head students, Hermione sat on the couch—next to Draco—and tears of helplessness ran down her face. She couldn't stand not being able to help when one of her best friends was in so much pain.
Draco put his arms around her and pulled her close to him. "It's okay," he whispered soothingly. "It'll get better; try not to worry."
Hermione nodded and she wished with all of her heart that indeed, it would get better. Even if they never dated again, she just wanted them both to be happy and for them to be on speaking terms.
Then maybe they'd both be happy again.
And then maybe Hermione wouldn't feel so helpless.
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AN2: This is short, but it got my point across...I hope. So, please continue to review!!! Thanks!
Lovelove, Amanda
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