One Moment in Time.
Author: Ohepelss Oramtnci
Spoilers: All four books
Category: Romance
Rating: Pg- Pg-13
Summary: Ron and Hermione broke up and Hermione is devastated. Harry stands by her and helps her pull through this time of difficulty. Would love eventually blossom between them?
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter related characters belong to J,K. Rowling. OC characters belong to me.
Author Notes: Hope that you will enjoy the story and please read and review. ** represents thoughts, or if someone can, teach me how to use italics here. Thanks.
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Fanficaholic - Well, I am updating now, though a little behind schedule I think.
The Only Emily - H/Hr will be in later chapters, but yes, they will come.
No one - Hmm, I am going on. I won't leave this story undone
Thank you for all those who reviewed the last chapter. I really appreciate it.
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Chapter 3: Either you follow me or you stay behind…
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Hermione oh Hermione, where on earth could you have disappeared to? Don't scare me like that. Harry ran around the grounds of the cathedral, searching for signs of Hermione, but she apparently wasn't there. Where could she have gone? It wasn't really typical of her to disappear and make others worry. Harry decided that searching on foot wouldn't help. Summoning his broom, his faithful firebolt that has been with his for the past 4 years, he took to the skies in his invisibility cloak and searched for Hermione
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While the rest were on a search looking for her, Hermione had already ran into one of the cubicles of the toilet and apparated to her favourite spot, the beach. The gentle rhythms produced by the blue-green waves usually calm her nerves down and help her keep her cool. It was an own little private spot in the beach and was hardly seen by anyone, except from air. It was not easy to search for Hermione. She didn't top her NEWTS for nothing.
The beach was situated on a particular island cut off from mainland. The few accessible ways are by ships, boats etcetera, air, apparation and portkeys. It was an island where the forests and greenery grew lush and thick, emitting sweets scents of nature. The different birds and insects that reside within this lush thickness formed a nature band, in league with the sea beating the rhythm, producing one of the most beautiful music ever heard on earth.
Heaven is a place on earth, and this could be an example. Besides music, there were still the sweetest thirst quenching fruits available. Many were of rare species but were in abundance in this area. Pools are common in this little island here. The waters are usually crystal blue with a waterfall continually increasing the amount of water.
Hermione stepped in the water gingerly. This was one of her favourite pool. The melody of the waterfalls, the beach, the animals and insects were intoxicating. The waters were cooling and fresh, suitable for drinking. This pool was near to the beach and was surrounded by greenery with sunlight peeking in from holes among the leaves. It was a mixture of warmness from the sunlight and the coldness of the water, creating a perfect balance.
Hermione closed her eyes as she laid her head atop the mosses at the edge of the pool. She needed time to think through things. It all came to sudden. The wedding, the messages, the denial of the marriage and the hurtful words, it was practically like a burden weighing down on her. Hermione did not know what to think. Did Ron mean what he said? Did he really not like me? What does he treat me as? Hermione shook her head furiously to clear off unhappy thoughts as the first tear has graced her cheek.
Hermione, stop crying, he's not worth your tears. Even if he doesn't know how to cherish you, you would find someone that will. Hermione rubbed off the tear and look as the water rippled around her. Fishes were a common sight and few were tickling the soles of her feet, as if trying their best to relieve a little of the load she was carrying all along.
Hermione, you've come here to relax and forget about everything. But why are you replaying those scenes over and over again. "But do you know that she's 10 times way better than you? Those few words replayed themselves in her mind over and over again. She really didn't know what she should feel. Did she hate him? Or did she love him? Or was it both? For a second there, Hermione felt pretty numb, like she couldn't feel. She was confused. Half of her wanted to run over and beg him not to do this to her, half of her wanted to forget him and go out with new guys. It was just too pressurizing. Even the comforts of this island did not serve any purpose.
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Harry had been flying around England for the past hour searching for a particular Hermione Granger. But there was no lady running about in gowns of white around the streets of London, nor anywhere in England. Let's see. I have checked the shops, malls, the gardens, hotels, her friends, both air and land. Only water is left. But hey, she couldn't be floating in some boat in the big vast sea can she? Or did she swim to another island? Nah, Hermione can't swim from the shores of England to another island far away can she. Obviously, in his state of worry for Hermione, he had forgotten that she was a witch and could apparate.
Should I check off shore? I mean, in the state she is now, it wouldn't be surprising if he really did. But if she really did swim to some offshore islands, how am I supposed to find her. I guess I will slow down my pace and looked around. Harry slow down lots and was watching the scene below him lazily. He wasn't going to find Hermione in this state.
Rows of chalet, girls sunbathing, blonde hair shinning, gentle waves, cool breeze, people playing beach ball and what is that? Harry was practically muttering to himself at everything he saw. He left that island and flew to the next one which seemed pretty deserted. Well, well, well, what do we have here?
Pools, waterfalls, thick greenery and what's that? Harry nearly fell of his broom at the sight of a lady with bushy brown hair in a one piece swimsuit soaking in a pool. Harry straightened his glasses. How did she even get here in the first place? And she seemed familiar. She looks like… Hermione?
"Hermione!" Harry called out as he tilted his broom and headed towards land.
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Hermione! Hermione looked around. This was sort of like her private spot. Who would ever find their way here? It wasn't possible, well, not in logical sense. Was it just her imagination? Hermione looked up and saw a figure zoom towards her. She squinted her eyes as the bright sunlight was glaring. Harry? What is he doing here? Before you could say "What the…" Harry had already come crashing into the pool, sending the water over the edge and wetting the dry grass that surrounded the pond.
"Harry, what do you think you are doing?" Hermione asked as she wiped away the droplets of water from her face. Harry emerged slowly from the pond. His hair was plastered flat around his face and the tuxedo he was wearing was completely wet. He fished out his broom and muttered a drying spell on it.
"What am I doing? Well, what are you doing here Hermione?" Harry asked, sitting on the grass. Hermione lifted herself out of the pool and sat beside him around the edge, her legs dangling in the water. Silence filled the area. Hermione was unwilling to say anything.
"You can not say why you weren't here, but do you know that Ron is worried about you?" Harry stated, hoping that it would knock some sense into her. Hermione only stood up.
"HE'S WORRIED AOBUT ME? OH YEAH, TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT. THE SUN WOULD BE RISING FROM THE EAST WHEN HE ACTUALLY CARES." Hermione shouted, panting heavily after that due to a lack of breath. Harry stood up and grasped her by the shoulders.
"Do you believe that he really believed that he say that? He was cursed; those words did not come from his heart." Harry reasoned. He hated seeing his friends in this state. One was dazed, the other weeping, and now, he is stuck in the middle.
"How would I know whether the words came from his heart?" Hermione said, looking away, not willing to look at Harry in the eye. "I only know that those are the words I heard." Hermione said softly. Harry caught them and shook Hermione gently.
"Hermione, listen." Harry continued. "No, you listen." Hermione butted in, looking at Harry once again. "There's nothing you can do. I am confused. Who should I trust? You? Hailey? Or Ron? I mean, I don't know. I… I… It's not easy, I really don't know what to do." Hermione continued, shaking her head rapidly, choking back her tears.
"Hermione, I can assure you that Ron is not lying." Harry said. He was worried now. What would become of them both?
"I don't care whether he is lying or not. All I want to do now is to just… just leave here for a while. I want no explanation. There was enough today." Hermione choked, tears rolling down her cheeks. Harry wiped them away.
"No Hermione, at least listen to what he has to say. I know he does love you. He does treasure, and cherish you. He will be worried and won't be able to sleep a wink if you do not let him explain." Harry said, with high hopes that she would listen.
"No Harry, don't try to persuade me. I won't see him. I won't. You can't make me. So stop trying." Hermione cried. Harry ran a hand through his now already dried hair. This is getting worser and worser. It was like, they were trap in some spider web and unable to get out. Is this the end of Hermione and Ron's relationship cum friendship? Was 7 years not comparable to a lie? Who could have been so evil as to set him up? Was it an evil plan? Harry didn't know. They were like, falling slowly into some trap unknowingly, some trap set up by somebody, somebody out to break Hermione and Ron up.
"Harry." Hermione said, breaking Harry's train of thought. "You've said before in our 7th year that you would support me in whatever I do, and go wherever I requested you to." Hermione continued softly. Harry just nodded. "Would you accompany me to China?" Hermione said abruptly.
"Accompany you to China? But…" Harry said trailing off. Hermione put a finger on his lips, silencing him at the same time.
"Yes, follow me to China." Hermione continued. Harry removed Hermione's finger.
"But I can't leave Ron alone, well, not at this time." Harry tried his best to reason. He was in a dilemma. This is what I get when I have two best friends who are ex-lovers. Hermione started walking out of the greenery. At the border, she turned around.
"Either you follow me, or you stay behind with Ron."
Sorry this chapter was late, but I finally got to writing it. Was away in a chalet for 3 days. Please Read and Review. Hope you've enjoyed my story. I will try and get the next chapter up as soon as possible. So would Harry follow Hermione to China?