She Will Be Loved by kiwibee

Rating: PG13
Genres: Drama, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 07/10/2004
Last Updated: 07/10/2004
Status: Completed

Harry and Hermione have changed since they left Hogwarts, but their feelings remain the same.
What happens when they start to crack under the pressure of these feelings? One-shot, based on
Maroon 5's She Will Be Loved.




1. She Will Be Loved
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*—AN— This plot wouldn’t escape my head. So sorry to Torn readers, the new chapter will be up
soon, I just had to do this! Thanks for all the support I get. This story is based on Maroon
5's She Will Be Loved. —AN—*




*Beauty queen of only eighteen*

*She had some trouble with herself*

*He was always there to help her*

*She always belonged to someone else*



It seemed like the years flew by. They were out of Hogwarts before they knew it, ready to start
the next phase of life. Harry and Hermione moved into a small apartment in London together, with
Ron and Luna next door. Ron had taken a liking to Luna during their sixth year, and the two had
been a couple since. Harry and Hermione remained mutual friends, and moved in together shortly
after their final school term ended.



Hermione had become quite an eye-opener, and there was not a soul who didn’t notice. She had
gone from loveless to full-calender in only a matter of years. Harry noticed how she’d stumble back
into the apartment later every night, each evening spent with a different guy.

“Hermione, what’s gotten into you this year,” Harry said one night, when the scene began all too
familiar.



“What do you mean, Harry?” she responded.



“It’s not like you to do this, to blow off everything else to spend time with all those
airheads.”



“Why does it concern you, Harry? Just because people have finally started to notice that I am,
in fact, a girl much sooner than you did doesn’t give you the right to act like I’m some whore,”
she spat back. He walked closer to her and took her hand.



“Just, please. You know I’m always here for you, even if it seems like we don’t have time for
each other. You’re my best friend . . . don’t forget that,” he pleaded.



“I’m sorry. Life is just overwhelming. Just . . . ” she broke off. “I’m heading to my office in
the morning, so I’ll see you tomorrow evening. Goodnight,” she said. Harry leaned over to kiss her
cheek, but Hermione pulled away and headed toward her bedroom. Harry sighed as he felt an
unpleasant lurch in his stomach.



*I drove for miles and miles*

*And wound up at your door*

*I've had you so many times but somehow*

*I want more*



As expected, Hermione was missing in the morning. Harry walked into her room and sprawled out
onto her bed. *‘Why do you still do this?’* he thought to himself. He and Hermione did their
fair share of dating, but things didn’t seem to work out between them. They both had busy
schedules, so it was decided to remain friends for the time being. Harry was undergoing strenuous
Auror training and Hermione worked at the library office until the next Hogwarts term started, when
her teaching career would start.



Harry turned on his stomach and buried his face in her pillow. *‘I have to set things
straight’* he thought. His heart still loved Hermione, but his mind didn’t seem to allow it.
True, their relationship wasn’t very intimate as they never spent any time together. He was
determined to make it work out again . . .



Hermione hadn’t looked genuinely happy since she left Hogwarts. Her life was a mess right now,
with her and Harry just moving in together. She still had feelings for him, but something in her
wanted to go against that. Their schedules just didn’t permit a serious relationship. She had
decided to take out her feelings on the many guys that seemed like her, but were only interested in
one-night stands. Hermione didn’t seem to mind this though.



*‘I’ve had enough’* Harry thought, still laying on her bed. Feeling too sick for
Apparation, Harry slammed out of the apartment and headed to his car. He had little use for it, but
bought one for drives on dates and such. He thrust down the gas pedal and headed to Hermione’s
office.



*I don't mind spending every day*

*Out on your corner in the pouring rain*



Rain started to pound all around him. He was beginning to lose control of his senses. Tears
streaming down his face, he began to fade in and out of consciousness. Fortunately, this area was
mainly wizard populated and Harry was safe from other cars.

A slew of cuss words flew from his mouth as he traveled the distance to her office. He nearly
jumped out of his car and stared blanked at the building in front of him. Standing on the dark
street corner, he was deep in thought. He loved her . . . he knew he did. She was just too blind to
see it, something he wasn’t used to. He threw up violently before making the next step toward the
building in front of him.



*Look for the girl with the broken smile*

*Ask her if she wants to stay awhile*

*And she will be loved*

*She will be loved*



Hermione settled down into her office for the day. It would be another busy day at the editor’s
office. She thoroughly enjoyed helping the wizarding world create their own literature, but today
she wasn’t quite so happy. In fact she never was happy with her life outside of work. She heard a
knock on her door and nearly jumped out of her seat.

“Sorry, Miss Granger, just bringing some morning tea,” said Luke, her assistant.

“Thank you, Luke. Just lost in thoughts for a moment . . . ”



“Sorry for interrupting you, Miss Granger,”

“For the last time, call me Hermione!” she chuckled to herself at his kindness.

“You look distraught,” he said after a few moments of silence. True, she did look quite awful.
Her home life hadn’t been going over too well . . .

“Well, you know, just the typical problems.”



“Harry, ma’am? I know you love . . . ”



“Enough, Luke! You may return to your office now,” she said, hoping to end the conversation.



“If you ever need anything, I’m here for you,” he responded as he left the room. Hermione sat
back in her chair, thinking again. Yes, she did love him. And he could never know; they were too
good of friends. She would not let herself get any closer. At all. She would just take out her
emotion of the poor souls that never came close to comparing to Harry . . .



*Tap on my window knock on my door*

*I want to make you feel beautiful*

*I know I tend to get so insecure*

*It doesn't matter anymore*



Harry slowly walked up to the door, hesitant to go inside. He began to feel dizzy, as if each
step was a mile long and the earth was shaking beneath him. Or was that him shaking? He laid a hand
on the knob before creaking it open.



“Welcome to Granger Press, may I help you?” said a cool female voice. “Oh, Mr. Potter! Is Miss
Granger expecting you?” the woman said as she spotted Harry.



“Um, no . . . I just wanted to . . . ”



“I’ll call her and let her know you’re coming,” she said as she picked up the phone.



“No!” he said, before realizing how stupid he sounded. “I mean, no . . . can I just go see
her?”



“Well . . . I believe she is free right now. Go on now,” the woman said with a smile.



Feeling embarrassed, he started up the steps leading to Hermione’s office. He thought of what to
say, with each line sounding as stupid as the next.



Hermione peered out of her office, just to be sure Luke had returned to work. That’s where she
spotted him, walking clumsily up the stair. *‘God he looks hot’* she thought before frowning
at her remark. His eyes were wide with fear when he spotted her.



Feeling as if he turned into mush, he stopped dead. Making him almost pass out, she walked over
to him.



“Harry, what are you doing here?” she whispered.



“I...I...” he stammered. Noticing her look of perplexity, he swallowed and continued. “I . . .
we . . . Hermione, I need to talk to you.”



“Here? Now? Couldn’t it wait until tonight?”



“No,” was all he could manage to reply.



“Fine, come into my office,” she said, leading him into the room and shutting the door. Feeling
the intensity of the moment, she put a spell on the walls so they wouldn’t be heard.



“Now Harry, this better be . . . ”



Harry swallowed again. The ball in his throat just wouldn’t go away. “It is important, ‘Mione .
. . ” he pleaded. She eyed him suspiciously. “Just after our little fight . . . I can’t stop . . .
’Mione, I . . . ” *‘God would she stop looking at me like that’* he thought.



“I know you don’t approve of my behavior, you act like my big brother sometimes . . . ” The
words were like knives to him.



“Wha . . . I do?” he said stupidly. “I mean, I try to . . . I just . . . ”



“Harry! This isn’t like you! What’s going on?” she practically shouted. He cowered in his seat.
She was standing next to him now, looking very angry. Harry knew better that to think she was
really mad at him, she just hated when he choked around her . . .



“Look at you. Do you see why I’m like this around you? Do you know what you do to me?” he said
as he stood up next to her, gazing into her honey eyes.



“What are you talking about?” she shouted again.



“Look at you . . . you’re . . . ’Mione, I . . . ”



*It's not always rainbows and butterflies*

*It's compromise that moves us along*

*My heart is full and my door's always open*

*You can come anytime you want*



“Harry?” she said concerned, noticing the tears beginning to form in those emerald depths. She
pulled him into an embrace and felt him tense at her touch. When he began to relax, she pulled
away. She couldn’t let herself get too close . . .



“This isn’t like me,” he mumbled and looked away from her, clearly embarrassed.



“Harry . . . I l . . .”



“No, Hermione. Please don’t say anything. I can’t do this . . . ” She sighed a breath of relief
that he stopped her.



“You can’t do what?” she said calmly. Her tone aggravated him.



“Are you blind? Are you damn blind, Hermione?” Harry began uttering cuss words under his breath.
He longed to sit down and cry, but it was too far from himself. He had to get this out.



“Harry . . . please.” She began to wonder if he was trying to tell her . . . *‘No, do not
think there!’* she heard a voice inside of her scream. Tears started to stream her own face . .
. she couldn’t confess to him.



*I don't mind spending everyday*

*Out on your corner in the pouring rain*

*Look for the girl with the broken smile*

*Ask her if she wants to stay awhile*

*And she will be loved*

*She will be loved*

“I love you,” he said before he realized they were beginning to slip out. Harry was mortified;
he couldn’t bear to look at her reaction. He swayed on the spot and fell back into the chair below
him.



Hermione was too choked for words. He looked at Harry and then looked away. She tried to gather
her thoughts for a moment . . . but it was too late. She heard a faint *‘pop’* and knew what
happened instantly. He escaped; he Apparated away.



*I know where you hide*

*Alone in your car*

*Know all of the things that make you who you are*

*I know that goodbye means nothing at all*

*Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls*



She ran outside, into the pouring rain. She Apparated back to their apartment and noticed his
car missing. *‘He must have taken it when he came to the office’* she thought. She thought
about his car . . . with a little luck, maybe she could Apparate to it . . .



“Dammit! Hermione? What the hell?” Harry screamed in wilderment. There was bottle of firewhiskey
in his left hand as he grasped the wheel with his left. He was driving far too fast down a two-lane
road.



“Harry, what are you doing! Pull over!” she yelled as she stared at his current position.



“No. What the hell are you doing here? I’m . . . I can’t see you. Just . . . go way,” he
stammered. The alcohol had obviously begun to take effect over him. She noticed several other
bottled littering the car.



“Harry!” she screamed as they came painfully close to another car. He began to cuss wildly
again. He seemed so out of himself.



Hermione was quick to her wit. She withdrew her wand and reversed her and Harry’s places. Now
behind the wheel, she pulled over and turned around. She was going to take him home. She loved him
. . .



“‘Mione?” Harry whispered.



“Hmm?”



“Thanks. I do love you.” With that statement, he let himself pass out.



*And she will be loved*

*And she will be loved*



Hermione was quick to return home. She levitated Harry and brought him inside, laying him on the
couch. His eyes began to flutter open. She stepped back as he made to vomit.



“Sorry,” he said, looking completely embarrassed. “I...you don’t . . . I’ll move out . . . you
don’t want me . . . why are you with me now . . . ” he began, not quite able to finish any
sentences.



“Shh. Harry, I’m the one who should be sorry. I love you,” she said as she bent down to brush
her lips against his. He weakly stood up. Gathering his strength, Harry picked her up and carried
her to his room.



“You will be loved. You deserve so much more than I gave you before, so much more than those
airheads gave you . . . ”



“Still worried about the airheads, Harry?” He grinned slyly.



“I’ll bet I’m better than all of them,” he said.



“We’ll see about that . . . ”



*And she will be loved*






