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The Crazy way It Ends

SlaptheWhiteFerret

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and its characters. It all belongs to JKR.

It's 7th Year and It's Crazy

Chapter 9

November 1

Dear Diary,

I've figured something out. I'm not all that wonderbar at keeping a journal, so I'm afraid that this long journey we've endured together is drawing to a close. This is probably the last time I'll ever write, and I know your expecting me to make it good, so here goes.

I have never felt more stupid. I was an ignorant naïve little girl last night at the party. Welcome to my life. At first everything was absolutely wonderful. Harry was acting a bit weird, but I figured that he had been drinking a little before the party. (Since when does Harry drink???) This should have been my first clue, but I was so deliriously in love with him, I didn't notice.

My outfit was a success with the fellas who good-naturedly stared at my chest when they were talking to me. Clue #2: normally Harry gets very jealous and protective when guys are around, but not tonight. It wasn't like him at all, but I didn't notice, figuring it was just the party side of him.

The last clue came when we were slow dancing. Shockingly, I was too wrapped up in his arms that I didn't notice that his hands kept wandering. Maybe it's a "bloke" thing, but Harry seemed to have a fixation with my chest…for a lonnggggg time. When had Harry tried anything? He had always respected me and my wishes to take it slow, but maybe he was getting impatient.

As we danced to a slow song, about an hour after the party started, Harry started singing along, in a very off key way.

I may not always love you

But long as there are stars above you

You never need to doubt it

I'll make you so sure about it

It was the sweetest thing ever, but it just wasn't Harry. #1. Harry doesn't sing…ever. #2. Harry hates the Beach Boys. #3. Harry never sings that song because it reminds him of his parents. Then it dawned on me; if this isn't Harry, then who is it? I stared intently into the green eyes, but they had none of the warmth or twinkle or sparkle. They were just empty. I leaned close and whispered, "Who are you?" The stranger pushed his mouth over mine to silence me as I screamed an inaudible scream, which sounded more like a moan. Horrified, I watched the smooth creamy skin start to bubble under my hands, the black hair shortening into stubby brown specs. Who was this??

I wildly looked around, and then I saw him. A very certain green-eyed black-haired good-looking bloke. A bloke standing next to no one less than Christie. A Christina Lauren Adams with an evil grin I wanted to curse onto her ass. An ass, which was squeezed into size XXX00 size leather pants.

I wanted to curl up and die. Here I was, snogging a guy with the love of my life looking on. GOD! He probably thought I stood him up and was moaning with pleasure as my face was nearly sucked off by…GOYLE!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!!! Major scarrage. I finally pushed the lump off me, hexed the bastard into oblivion, and ran after Harry. I must have searched for what seemed like hours.

He was curled up under the beech tree. Its gnarled branches were surrounding him like a protective curtain. I timidly knocked on the trunk. "Can I come in?" I asked quietly.

"Sure." He whispered hollowly. I situated myself next to him, rigidly leaning against the trunk. "So what's up Hermione?" He asked. So, I was back to best mate who's a girl. His eyes were dark with pain and emotion.

"Harry," I began, "I'm really sorry." I glanced down at my hands, which were twisting themselves into knots.

Harry stood up in one swift motion. "SORRY?!!?!!? FOR WHAT `MIONE?!?!?!? TELLING ME YOU LOVED ME AND NOT MEANING IT? STANDING ME UP ON OUR DATE? SEEING GOYLE OF ALL PEOPLE? I'M SORRY TOO, I ONLY GOT MY HEART BROKEN!" He screamed bitterly. "Just leave me alone."

"Harry-" I placed my hand on his shoulder, but he jerked away. I got up and paced a bit. "Harry, I'm really sorry, and for your information, I didn't stand you up, and I am most definitely NOT seeing Goyle." I chuckled dryly to relieve the tense silence.

"Congratulations Hermione, you get another 116% on the course, "How to Break a Bloke's Heart." Harry groaned sarcastically. "How could I have been so blind? You never loved me; you were only playing me like a chess piece. It all seemed so real with you though. The kiss, and when you said you loved me…" The words hang in the air for what seemed like forever.

"Harry, I wasn't pretending. I…I really do love you." Harry's eyes drifted over to where I was standing. I could feel the power radiating towards me from behind them, and then I knew. I knew everything would be okay. I knew that Voldemort would be defeated, and that Ron would eventually accept Draco. I knew that I loved Harry, and most importantly, I knew that he loved me.

I honestly swear, at that moment, I believed in Divination. I Saw. Glimpses of a bouncing baby boy, and snips of a girl with her father's eyes. Harry drew me towards him, and we sealed the moment in time with a kiss. It wasn't a mind-blowing, earth-shaking snog; it was a mind-blowing, earth shaking, life changing, and incredibly wonderful bittersweet kiss. I closed my eyes and whispered, "We should go back, the other's will want to know where we've gone."

And then he came back with the oldest line in the book, "Then let them wonder." It was cheesy and stale, and I could almost hear the violins in the background, but I couldn't care less. It wasn't a picture at the cinema, it was the real live thing and it was happening to me, Hermione Jane Granger.

He offered me his hand, and I took it with a smile. The stars shone brightly on the backdrop of a deep blue sky, and the owls hooted in rhythm with the croaking of the frogs.

*Sigh* I get dreamy just thinking about it. Well, I guess this is goodbye, farewell, the end of it, or whatever you want to call it. Who knows, I might find you one day when I'm old, and you'll remind me of how I was.

Adieu,

Love,

Hermione Jane Granger

7th Year at Hogwarts

Names for my Future Offspring:

If it's a girl:

  1. Lily (Harry's Mother, duh)

  2. Keira (It's a really cool name)

  3. Mia (It's universal)

  4. Emma (My mother's name)

  5. Elizabeth (My grandmother's name)

It it's a boy:

  1. Harry (hmm, I wonder why!)

  2. James (pretty obvious)

  3. Ron (okay, I know, so not a "good" name, but he's my best friend!

  4. Andrew (My daddy's name)

  5. Will (this is an embarrassing one, I used to have this huge crush on this guy named Will, I don't like him anymore, duh, but I love the name still!)

Author's Note:

This might be the last chapter, but I'm not sure, I might write one that's in the future, and she grows up, and she looks back on anything. Tell me if I should or not, it's really up to you, the reader. I've loved writing this story, and I'm a bit sad to see it end. Please, ten words won't take you long to write. Tell me what ya think!

XOXOXO

SlaptheWhiteFerret


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