Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related indicia belong to J. K. Rowling.
~Chapter 6~
Hermione's eyes fluttered open once again, but this time to see the entrancing green of Harry's staring, worried, into hers.
Harry looked as though he was about to cry. The skin under the brilliant orbs was beginning to puff ever so slightly.
"I'm sorry Harry," Hermione whispered, Harry still heard though.
"'Mione, what were you thinking? You almost died and-"
Harry had broken down; the tears flowing freely down his cheeks. He brought his hands up to his eyes to dry them.
Typical male, never show emotion, yet at least Harry had shown some remorse for what had almost happened.
"'Mione, promise me that you'll never do anything like that again. Promise me, please," Harry pleaded.
"I promise, I'm so sorry that you had to witness it. I never thought…"
"Can I ask you about something?"
Hermione nodded her head; she was fighting back the urge to cry, though it seemed to be a loosing battle, for, as she feared Harry brought out the little diary, which was surely the breaking point.
Hermione let loose body racking sobs.
Harry stood and enveloped her into a hug, a rather large one at that. Soon, something about being in Harry's arms calmed her; she quit crying and looked up to Harry with bloodshot eyes.
"'Mione, can I read this?" Harry asked once again holding up the little diary.
"It may help to explain…" Hermione's voice trailed off.
"You get some more rest, now go to sleep. No more worries. No more pain, just sleep."
Hermione willingly followed his orders and allowed the soft 'beep, beep' of the vitals monitor lull her to sleep once again.
Harry sat reading the diary. He read it very carefully.
By the time he was finished tears once again were flowing from the emeralds that were his entrancing eyes.
"Oh, 'Mione, I had no idea. Absolutely NO idea that you felt this strongly." Harry whispered to Hermione's sleeping form.
Harry picked up the book and began to write.
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To all who read this, I saved Hermione before she committed suicide. I am Harry Potter, the one that she loves.
She may think that it is a one sided story. Little does she know what pains I harbour.
I Love Her. I've loved her for the longest time. I can barely remember a time when I didn't.
Opposed to contrary belief, I did not, and do not, love her as a sister, but I am truly IN LOVE with her.
I, being your typical male, was too scared to admit it to her when she told me, for fear that she would leave me someday, or worse, I would be forced to leave her. Yes, that is right, I, unlike other men, looked to the future.
Ironic I know. What would Sybill Trelawney say now? Probably 'I knew it! I could see it in my Inner Eye.' It truly isn't the crock that Hermione thinks it is.
Fear not, you who reads, for Hermione will no longer be alone. I will be here for her. I have a tiny diamond encrusted ring in my pocket, which I plan to place on her finger as soon as she wakes.
All that matters now is that I love her and she loves me.
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Harry put the pen down and read over what he had written. 'Yes, that's about right' he thought.
Shortly thereafter Hermione's eyes fluttered open and cinnamon met emerald. Hermione heard a whispered "Will you marry me?" as a diamond ring passed before her gaze.
"Yes," she choked out. Harry's lips met hers and the rest is a love story.
(*A/N*: Okay, this ff is finished. If you want more tell me and I'll consider writing it. Well, I hope you enjoyed it and…well, I guess, 'good-bye' faithful reader.)