They Say by writingmistress

Rating: G
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 24/06/2006
Last Updated: 24/06/2006
Status: Completed

They say that love hurts, a lot. And it does, a lot. We were never meant to be. A short one-shot
describing Hermione's thoughts before Harry leaves to fight. She knows she is going to lose
him, not to Voldemort, but to his destiny.




1. They Say
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They say that love hurts, a lot. And it does, a lot. Every day I am with him, I love him. Every
day I am not with him, I love him and I miss him and I realize that it is one more day together
until we part for good. We were never meant to be. I always knew that. Even before, I knew. We were
destined for different lives. He will eventually marry a nice, beautiful girl, someone who will not
be me. She will not be a bookworm. She will not have my hair or my intellect. He will say to her
what he has said to me so many, so many times. *God, you are so hot. You are amazing. Never
forget that I want you so much. Thank you, for listening, for always being there for me. I love
you.Â* We were never meant to last. I knew that coming in. I knew that. And I leapt anyways. It
was the best mistake I ever made.Â



We were never meant to be. But it still hurts, does it not? Yes, it does. He has made me cry
more than any other boy has made me cry. Tears of joy, tears of worry, tears of sympathy, tears of
hurt, tears of birth, tears of death; yes, he has made me cry them all. He has made me love more
than any other boy has made me love. I can drown in his eyes. I have never drowned in anyoneâ€™s
eyes before. When I think about his leaving, my heart constricts. When I think about his leaving,
me heart cracks. Bit by bit, the crevasses widen. This must be what heartbreak feels like. My heart
is breaking into tiny bits. He has no idea.



He tells me he loves me, but he has no idea how much I love him. His words bring tears to my
eyes, like I knew they would. I cannot see the page in front of me as I write because the tears in
my eyes blur the words in my heart. My fingers move on their own accord. He has to leave. I know
that. He is not leaving because of me. But he is not staying because of me. I would never ask him
to stay because of me because I cannot. I love him too much. I never thought I would say that.



They say that first love is the hardest, that first love can never be forgotten. I will never
forget him. I have never gotten close to anyone because I did not want him to get hurt. Or rather,
I did not want to get hurt. He breaks my heart every day I am with him. He breaks my heart every
time I hear his voice. Yet, I cannot break up with him, because if I do, I will break my own heart
at the same time.



I am selfish. I know I am. I am selfish because I do not want him to go. I want him to stay, but
I cannot tell him that. I love him too much. I will never forget him. I will always love him.



They say that love hurts, a lot. It does, a lot.



If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it was meant to be. If it doesn't, it
was never yours in the first place.



I love you, Harry.



