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War

Kryptonite

Story: War

Chapter: 11

Rating of Chapter: R

My other Fics: Stress, Wake Me From This Nightmare, Psychokinesis, Forlorn

Thanks: Thanks to Cheryl and Muirnin for their continuous support and help with this fic.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The only things I own are the plot, any characters, spells etc that you do not recognize.

Author Notes: Emotional chapter coming up, be ready.

Chapter 11: Emotions (2)

Later that day, Harry and Hermione had walked back to the common room; it was empty inside, as most people had gone to bed by now. Harry walked Hermione to the bottom of the steps leading up to the girl's dormitory. "Sleep well Hermione, you know where I am if you need me." He placed a quick kiss on her lips as she nodded at him.

"Goodnight Harry." She turned away from him but something was holding her back, she had to get it off her mind. "Harry, I need to talk to you."

"Okay, is something wrong?" he asked, concerned. She led him up to the prefect common room instead and sat him down on a scarlet sofa.

"Harry, about you proposing to me. Don't get me wrong, I do want to marry you…but…it just seemed a little sudden, and I hope you didn't do it just to help me get over our loss. Because Harry, I'll never really be over it." Harry gazed up into her chocolate coloured eyes; he could tell that she was very serious about this. He placed his hand over one of hers and their fingers intertwined.

"Hermione, I asked you because I love you, and I never want to be without you. I can't deny that what happened didn't cause me to ask you as soon as I did. I would have asked you at the end of the school year, but it just seemed like the perfect moment." Harry noticed a smile opening on Hermione's lips.

"I love you too Harry." Harry stroked back her hair and gently kissed her on the lips. His hand travelled around her waist as the kiss grew deeper, Hermione's hands found their way around his neck as he tried to kiss away any pain she might be feeling. Harry didn't know what Hermione wanted right now, so he continued to kiss her strongly. He moved his hands around her waist and to her butt, where he pulled Hermione against him; he placed soft kisses across her neck and chest.

"Harry," Hermione moaned, he didn't hear her at first as he was to taken in with her. "Harry," she said as strongly as she could.

He pulled away abruptly when he heard her speak. "Sorry I-"

"It's ok Harry, I just can't do this right now." He climbed off of her body and sat down next to her on the sofa, their breathing still a little out of order. "After what happened last time, it just feels strange, and it's kind of scary, I suppose."

"I understand how you feel Hermione."

"No Harry, you don't. I know you want to understand but you can't. I feel so empty…and guilty," she spoke softly.

"Hermione it wasn't you fault."

"Well then who's was it? I must have done something wrong otherwise our baby would be alive." She rubbed at her eyes with a shaky hand; Harry noticed her bottom lip tremble as it usually did when she was about to cry. Harry opened out an arm to her and she accepted it by wrapping her arms around his neck. His own arms held her protectively to his body; he muttered the occasional word of comfort in her ear as he held her for what must have been hours.

*

Late the next morning Harry's eyes flickered open, he was still holding Hermione tightly and she appeared to still be sleeping. He glanced at his watch and noticed that it was already eleven o'clock. `Thank god we don't have class today.' Hermione started to twitch a little, and suddenly she jolted upright.

"What time is it?" she asked breathlessly.

"Eleven, what's the rush?" Harry answered coolly.

"Eleven!" she cried. "Harry, we should be studying! What time did we fall asleep last night?"

"I don't know, I remember looking at my watch and it was three o'clock."

"How could we sleep so late?"

"Some things are more important than study Hermione."

"Studying is all I have!" she snapped harshly. Her tone surprised Harry and it stunned him for a moment.

"I know that I don't understand exactly what you went through Hermione, but I dare you to accuse me of not knowing what it feels like to be alone. Studying isn't all you have Hermione, you have to take a moment to realise that people do care about you."

They stared at each other intently, their faces determined and emotional. "Your right Harry. But sometimes you need a little thing called space."

"What do you mean?"

"I need to be alone," she answered, her eyes trailing to the ground, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Are you breaking up with me?" he asked, his voice determined.

"No, I just need some time alone to think about everything that has happened. I love you Harry, but sometimes people just need to work through things on their own." Harry thought for a moment before catching the intent look in her eye.

"How long do you need?"

"I don't know right now." Harry nodded half-heartedly, before slowly walking towards her; he placed a hand on her cheek and stroked it gently with his thumb. He moved his mouth to hers, he didn't kiss her, but he let his lips linger on hers for a moment before pulling away.

"I'll speak to you soon," he said, his voice croaky and scratchy. Hermione nodded her head, and held back the tears that were about to break loose. Before he walked out of the door he took one more glance at the woman he loved.

*

Ron Weasley walked out of the Gryffindor common room, Hermione's word's still ringing in his ears. You're more like the old Draco Malfoy. Him, like a Malfoy? He shuddered at the thought. As he walked around a corner he was greeted with a familiar face from last year. "Susan," he muttered.

"Hi Ron." They looked at each other for a moment, an awkward silence in the air. "How have you been?" The red head girl asked.

"Not very good."

"Where did that black eye come from?" she asked him.

"Right or left?" He snorted a little, his face glum.

"I thought you were going to owl me during the summer?" Susan asked him.

"Sorry, I had other things on my mind," he responded a little more softly.

"I know the Yule Ball was wrecked a little last year, but I did enjoy the time we had together."

"Really?" Ron answered, he couldn't believe it. "So, do you want to…"

"Go out again?" she finished.

"Yeah," he said reluctantly.

"That would be great." They stared at each other for a minute, Ron feeling a sudden lump in his gut. Must be that second round of sausages. Or was it something else?

Author Notes: Is Ron coming around? What's up with our dream couple? Where's Draco? He'll be back soon. I started a new fic recently if you want to give it a read, there is a link at the top of the page and it is called Psychokinesis.