Ch.6
The Christmas of their 6th year, Hermione spent it with her family. On Christmas Eve, she woke up and knew that something was wrong. She put it out of her mind and got out of bed. She tried to enjoy the holiday but the nagging fear that something was wrong kept her up all night.
The minute she sat down at the Gryffindor table, she knew that something was wrong. She didn't need Dumbledore tell her that Harry went off to face the Dark Lord. She was so ashamed with herself. She should have been there with him. When everyone stood and raised their goblets, she didn't stand. She started shaking and before she knew it, she ran out of the Great Hall.
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For 2 months all Hermione kept hearing was 'remember when Harry...' she was so sick of it. They were acting as though he was already. She really surprised herself when she stood up in the Great Hall and yelled
"You are all talking like he died already. He's not dead."
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They day he defeated Voldemort was the happiest day in Hermione's life. She had overheard Madam Pomphey and Dumbledore talking about Harry being transferred here from St. Mungo's
After her confusing talk with Snape, she opened the curtain and saw Harry lying there. After blushing about fifty times, she entwined their fingers and laid her head on his mattress. Crying her eyes out, she asked for his forgiveness, knowing full well that he couldn't hear her.
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After that, everything went back to normal. But Snape's words kept plaguing her. 'I know what you're looking for.'
What is it that I'm looking for? Is it a relationship? Got that. The need to be loved? I think I got that.
Hermione was in a library, picking out a book, when she spotted Harry. She watches him all the time, but she doesn't know what the reason is for the life of her. She watched as she saw Cho Chang walk over to his table. He smiled sweetly at her and for some reason Hermione felt the need to rip the smile of her pretty face.
She shook her head, surprised at her self. What was she talking about? She turned back to the book when she froze. She lifted her head and stared at him. She shook her head. No...no...it can't be...
She swallowed a lump and her eyes widened when she recalled the conversation with Snape, 'Ms. Granger, Hermione, I don't think you're prepared to. But if you must, just heed my words. This is a second chance for you. I know what you're looking for Hermione. Its right under your nose.'
'Under you nose' she swallowed again and dared to look at Harry. That's when it hit her like a ton of bricks. She never understood the muggle meaning until now. She stumbled backwards and sat herself at the windowsill.
I love Harry. I love Harry Potter. He's been right under my...All those times I felt as though I had to watch him. The reason I came to all the Quidditch matches, even though I hate Quidditch, and even though Ron is not on the team. Why I want to rip every girls head off when they flirt with him. Why I blush every time I see him. Why I my stomach flutters whenever he's in the room
Oh God, this can't be happening.
What am I going to do? She started to panic as this thought raced through her head. I'm with Ron but I love Harry. She had to tell him, she had to tell him before its too late. She regained her composure and looked up to face Harry. Her eyes widened in horror at the sight of Harry kissing Cho. Too Late.