Only Time can Tell by afterglow_megami

Rating: PG
Genres: Drama, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 05/04/2005
Last Updated: 28/04/2005
Status: In Progress

Set in their 7th year in Hogwarts, Hermione realized that she loves Harry more than as a friend.
And then she liberates the sentiments for the sake of their friendship and tries her best to avoid
him, leaving Harry perplexed... Fate does a nice twist and Hermione meets a new guy... What's
our hero got to do? Only Time can Tell




1. Chapter 1: Letting Go
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A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fic to be posted. Anyways, the story is set during their
7th year in Hogwarts, after the Final Battle. Hermione realizes her feelings for Harry.
Harry, on the other hand, was perplexed. Until, Hermione meets another guy and creates more
nuisances in the plot.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, well, I own a character here (I made up a new character, but
you'll soon find out who it'll be). Other than that, everything is owned by the virtuoso
novelist herself; behold the queen, J.K. Rowling. Standard disclaimers also apply.

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Chapter 1: Letting Go

Tears were cascading down her cheeks. A girl is silently mourning because of her own choice. The
choice she refused to make but she must, to let go of her feelings for the man she loves. Harry
Potter. And the girl was the one who was supposed to be his girl best friend, Hermione Granger.

Hermione made up her mind to give up her love for Harry for the sake of their friendship and
because of her fear of rejection.

All her life, she strived for perfection because she loathed being thrown out. Rejection makes
her feel vulnerable and pathetic. She achieved the best grades, became a prefect, and later on a
Head Girl, helped the-boy-who-lived defeat you-know-who and had the best adventures that could last
her a lifetime with her cherished friends. But still she found out that there's something
missing. It's like her heart isn't satiated. Until she found out that she desperately loved
Harry. The only person that made her feel perfect just because she is herself.

She contemplated on this a lot, what if Harry do love her and he was just afraid to ruin their
platonic amity? However, she remained firm on her decision to let go of Harry.

*“If we really are for each other, only time can tell.” She cogitated*

But the truth is, deep inside her she felt her heart was shattered, but she couldn't help
herself from loving Harry. She realized that she must do this before it's too late, too late
that she had fallen for Harry so much that she wouldn't even think of liberating her sentiments
for him, so deep she could commit suicide if she'd find out that Harry won't return the
feelings she had for him.

“I must do this.” She murmured in between sobs

*“But I can't stop it either. I mean he's too good to be true.” She exclaimed*
*in her wits* *and felt fury rise to her head.*

“Nevertheless, I don't want to lose him. If I tell him or if he finds out that I harbored
feelings for him, he might avoid me for an eternity! I can't live without him and his
friendship.” She said and wept some more.

All of a sudden, she heard someone knock mellifluously at her door.

“Hermione…” the voice whispered

Hermione got up from the couch by the windowsill, straightened her robes, pulled her
now-silky-and-soft wavy locks into a messy but striking chignon and kept it in place with a
bejeweled hair stick, wiped her tears with her glad rags.

When she finished, she nonchalantly said “I'm coming!” to whoever that person is on the
other side of her door.

She slightly opened her door and was startled. It was Harry, the boy-now-turned-man whom she was
grieving about.

Harry, on the other hand, pulled her close to him and locked her into a tight but not
suffocating embrace.

*“This is inhuman torture, Potter! You don't know how much pain you're causing to me.”
She thought as she melted into his strong arms.*

After a while, they both pulled away from each other.

“Are you alright?” Harry asked her with concern in his eyes.

“No. But I'm gonna be.” She faintly retorted with melancholy in her voice and avoided
Harry's gaze

She suddenly felt shivers climb up her spine when she looked at Harry, and stunned to find that
he was also looking at her.

Abruptly, she became aware that she was staring into a pair of emerald green eyes under
spectacles.

He found himself looking into a pair of chocolate brown eyes with flickers of gold in it.

*“I love looking at those* *eyes; they're so beautiful and vivid.” She thought
languorously as she continued to look into his eyes.*

Harry suddenly broke the silence and asked her, “What's wrong?”

“Nothing.” She promptly fibbed and tore her eyes away from his gaze.

“C'mon, Hermione, we both know that you have a big problem.” He replied.

“How sure are you?” Hermione said to him with a quizzical look on her face.

“It's not like we're best friends since we're 11.” Harry uttered as he beamed at
her.

“Yeah, friends.” She faintly answered and hung her head low.

“You still have not told me what's bothering you?” he answered back, and then he pulled
Hermione's hand and held it with his.

“You can trust me, I know you know that.” He added.

“I understand what you mean. But I can handle this, trust me. I can do this.” Hermione said
firmly.

“Okay, you win! But remember that I'll always be here for you. I'll never ever leave
you.” Said Harry stressing almost every word he said.

“I'll keep your word then.” Hermione said as she forced a smile on her face.

“Guess I should be leaving then. Promise me you'll be alright!” Harry uttered pensively to
her as he pulled her again to a hug.

“I promise I will be.” She said as she kissed his cheek as a sign of reassurance.

“Goodnight, Hermione.” Harry whispered, closing the door.

Hermione let out a heavy sigh.

*“I have been through a lot this night. How on bloody earth can I ever keep that*
*promise?”* Hermione thought as she reached for a crystal glass and muttered “MIzu!”, and then
the glass started to fill up with cold water.

She drank it hastily and returned to her four-poster with sheer canopy bed.

“Sweet dreams, Hermione.” She mumbled as she drifted off to Dreamland.

Hermione had no clue what was going to happen in the following days…

* * *

Hermione woke up as soon as the first ray of sunlight hit her bedroom. She quickly paced to the
shower, drowning all her thoughts on what happened last night.

*“I know I can do this, Can I?” She thought adding more pandemonium in her head.*

After taking a nice, hot shower, she examined her closet and decided to wear something nice and
decent, to put up a brave front for her troubles.

She took a laced lavender cardigan that looked very frilly and fancy for a Hermione-type of
person, but still decided to put it on for a change. She slipped the cardigan over her slight
frame. After that, she grabbed her beloved pair of jeans, semi-flaired medium dark denim with dirty
wash impression and pulled it over her legs.

She misted herself with her favorite scent, one which smelled like a bouquet of fresh flora and
was hinted with citrus and early morning dewdrops.

She yanked her hair into a high ponytail. She applied a little amount of concealer under her
eyes to cover the dark circles and the puffiness of her eyes -because of all that crying last
night. As she was applying some nude-tinted lip gloss on her puckers, someone came barraging
through her door.

“Hermione” The proverbial voice called

“I'm coming!” She said as she twirled in front of the mirror, hoping to get a glimpse that
she looked okay.

“Hey, Good Morning!” Ginny shrieked in a sing-song voice

“'Morning, too. And don't bloody scream at such early time of the day. Anyway,
what's with the rush? Is there good news or something?” Hermione told Ginny

“What an expressive language you just used Ms. Granger.” Ginny reprimanded her; she returned the
favor by smirking at Ginny

“ Yup! Draco asked me out!” Ginny exclaimed

“Who? What?” Hermione said with amusement in her tone

“I said Draco asked me out!” Ginny repeated

“Draco… Ma… Malfoy? The gut who used to taunt us and thwart our missions and mocked your
family?!” Hermione questioned, still puzzled.

“Yes, yes and yes!” Well, he asked me last night and I said yes. I should have told you last
evening but seems like whirl of incidents, so I saved it for breakfast.”

“Ginny, I'm happy for you. But be extra careful and wary. We're still not sure of him.”
Hermione advised

“I will, I have 6 other brothers to worry about him and I don't want to have a sister to do
the same.”

“Better to not keep your guard down.”

“You still don't trust him completely. He's on our side now. Remember?”

“I know that.” Hermione said as flashes of the Final Battle started flooding her mind.

- - - Start of flashback - - -

It was the night. The night of the Final Battle. Voldemort is starting to show signs of
weakness, as well as his legion of Death Eaters. He was being fought by the Dumbledore's Army.
The D.A. managed to stun and bind quite a number of Death Eaters. Leaving Harry, Hermione and Ron
to face Voldemort. At the side of Voldemort emerged a recognizable figure namely Cho Chang. She
became a Death Eater after she graduated from Hogwarts and later on, became Voldemort's
girlfriend. And when Cho pointed her wand at Harry and began muttering the killing curse, out of
nowhere, Draco jumped over her causing her to drop unconscious on the ground. They've found out
that Draco betrayed Voldemort and helped Harry stay alive. To cut the long story short, Harry
succeeded and fulfilled the prophecy, vanquishing the Dark Lord for good, together with his
cherished friends.

- - - End of flashback - - -

“Well, yeah, probably it's time for us to trust him and give him another chance.” Said

Hermione.

“Does Ron already know about this.: She promptly said to Ginny

“Not yet, but when the right time comes, I'll tell him. You know how anxious and mad he can
get when it's about Draco…” Ginny retorted

“Well then, we better hurry up and go down to breakfast!” Ginny said as she tugged
Hermione's arm and dragged her to the Great Hall

Together, they arrived at the Great Hall. Hermione abruptly caught the eye of Harry,

“Good Morning, Mione!” Harry said jovially as he ushered Hermione in to a vacant seat next to
him.

“How are you feeling?” Harry barely whispered to her.

“Much better than last night.” She softly answered

*“Which is a lie. You know what? I want to scream to the whole world that I love you, but I
can't and as if you'd ever return the feelings!” She thought*

“Are you sure? You don't seem to be fine. By the way you look amazing.” Harry said as he
drank from his glass of pumpkin juice

“Pretty much. Certainly Potter, flattery will get you everywhere.” She said in mock anger and
gave him a peck on the cheek

*“I hate acting as if I'm just his bloody best friend! But if I won't and he finds out
the truth, he'll hex to death!” She thought*

* * *

Weeks have passed after that dreary incident of Hermione, Harry noticed that the `old'
Hermione was already back. She became the usual bossy-boots again and nagged him and Ron about
homework.

*“I am so relieved that she finally recovered.” Harry contemplated*

But little did he know that Hermione is just putting up a brave front act for them. Deep inside
herself, she still felt miserable and the `butterflies' are still there every time Harry comes
near her, touches her and giving off that immaculate smile of his. But she remained her composure
and poise, and acted ever so innocent in front of him.

Will she be able to hold on to that act? Or will she burst like a bubble and finally say her
feelings? Or will somebody make her forget Harry?

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A/N: And that's how my 1st chapter ends… Hope you liked it… Anyway, please
review, I'll love you for doing so… Mizu means water in Japanese, so that explains the spell
mentioned before.

I know it's really short and chapter 2 is coming soon… ^_~ Sayonara!

::: afterglow_megami :::

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2. Chapter 2: Library Rendezvous
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A/N: Another chapter up! I'm so sorry for the long delay. It's just I've been pretty
busy nowadays and weeks ago, O.W.L.s and journalism workshops at school… and I have been too
indolent to type it on the computer because it takes too many time… I hope you'll like the
chapter 2. I wish that my writing skill (which I actually doubt if I have) meets your expectations…
Anyway, kindly review, I'll love you for doing so…

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, except for my OC.

Chapter 2: Library Rendezvous

*“Potions are finally over.” Hermione thought*. Every time she had that particular class,
she felt dreary, probably because Snape always tried to catch Hermione off-guard and bombard her
with arduous questions, and finally get the chance to mortify her in front of the whole class.

“Hey, Hermione! Let's go down to the kitchens and find Dobby, I'm famished.” Harry
suggested to her as he came towards her.

*“Hermione, calm down, calm down, relax, it's just Harry. Harry! Ohmygosh! No, nothing can
break my equanimity, nothing.”* She ruminated and posted a flimsy smile at him

“I'm really sorry but I can't. I have to go to the library; I promised Madam Pince that
I'll drop by to pick up some books today.” Hermione fibbed

“So I guess I'll have to come there alone. Meet you at lunch.” Harry said glumly

“Why don't you try asking Ron anyway?”

“I can't find him since after Potions; probably he went out early to look for Luna.” Harry
promptly answered

That's the truth. Luna has always been pining for Ron since their 5th year and
just last year, Ron started noticing her and eventually was besotted with her.

“Oh. Sure! I'll meet you at lunch.” Hermione said as Harry started walking away from her,
and then Harry looked back at her and gave her a simulated grin.

Both of them strode to where they were supposed to be going, Harry to the kitchens, Hermione to
the library.

Hermione if truth were told felt very bad on turning down Harry, but that is what she was
supposed to do, avoid Harry. How can she forget her sentiments for Harry if she kept clinging to
Harry wherever he went? Of course, a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.

“I hate doing that to Harry, he suffered all his life in rejection and always neglected and all
he wanted was some company coming for him and I couldn't even give in to his favor. All because
of my `I-love-Harry' syndrome! Now, I really sound pathetic.” She muttered melodiously to
herself.

Meanwhile…

“Since when she did she became a spoilsport!” Harry groaned

“Or maybe I'm just getting a little inconsiderate of her, probable something is still
perturbing her.” He whispered as he tickled the green pear at the portrait leading to a door that
shows the way to the kitchens.

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Hermione was indolently strolling through the numerous aisles in the Hogwarts library and
suddenly came across with an interesting book.

“Interesting!” She said enthusiastically as she pulled the book out of the shelf. The book was
entitled “Numerology: The Hidden Records”

As she was reading the book, her eyes completely on the book's pages, she bumped herself
with something solid or perhaps… someone.

Somebody in front of her fell flat on the floor, while she dropped the book that she was
holding.

“Ouch!” the unfamiliar voice bellowed, earning an abundant number of “shhhhhs” from the people
inside the library.

“Oh my gosh! I'm sorry!” Hermione said, extending one of her hands to help the person stand
up.

“I'm sorry, too. I wasn't looking.” Said the voice, then she realized that it was a
guy's voice.

Hermione began picking up the books that the guy was probably holding a moment ago, at least
that's what she thought.

Hermione stood up properly to get a glimpse of the guy and find out if he is fine or he might
need to be brought to the hospital wing.

But she stood there in awe.

The guy was a little taller than her. He isn't that lanky but not that burly either, he was
kind of lean yet muscled. His hair was in the shade of chestnut; it was a bit unruly but could
never rival Harry's.

Then, the guy hoisted his head, she was grateful because she wanted to see the guy's visage
entirely.

His skin was medium fair. It looked smooth and unblemished. His eyes were in a breathtaking
color of amber. He had a thin mouth and on that moment he wore a nervous grin.

*“He's so gorgeous!” She mused and giggled in her psyche.*

“I'm really sorry, I wasn't looking either, and my thoughts were all consumed by this
book.” Said Hermione as she raised the book she was holding. “By the way, I'm Hermione Granger,
Gryffindor.” Hermione blurted out, suppressing her mouth from producing a very wide grin.

“Are you really…” Matt responded

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, are you really Hermione Granger?”

“Why, yes I am.”

“It's just that you're one of the most eminent figures not just in school, but also at
the whole wizarding land.”

This was the truth. She helped defeat Voldemort, together with Ron and Harry, thus propelling
her into luminary status.

“Parenthetically, I'm sorry too. I'm Matthew Harris and I'm from Ravenclaw. But
please do call me Matt.” Said Matt with a sheepish grin on his awe-inspiring face.

“A Ravenclaw. Hmmm…” Hermione thought as she made a mental note to herself.

“So are you a frequent student in the library?” Hermione interrogated him.

“Well, you can say that.” Matt replied as they paced towards the bookshelves to return some of
the books in Matt's arms.

“If that's the case, why don't you look familiar to me?” Hermione questioned

“Probably because we have different timetables, I'm in 6th year.”

“That explains it!”

They both sat down at a nearby oak wood table and started chatting about possibly anything.

“Have you read Perfect Presents for House Elves?” Matt asked

“The one written by Winkella Dobius?!” Hermione practically squealed in delight.

“Yeah, that one!”

“I love learning about House Elves, about how to well, liberate them.” Hermione said and
finished her statement disconsolately.

“Why the sudden change of tone in your voice?”

“It's just because almost everybody here are totally against of the idea of House Elf
liberation.”

“I believe that they have every right to be free, and I'm not just saying it to make you
fell better.”

“Really?!” Hermione answered in disbelief

“Of course, but as you have said the idea was quite unpopular. When I mention it, people think
I'm insane.”

“I could get you to join SPEW!”

“What's that?”

“I formed this movement; SPEW stands for Society for the Promotion of Elvish Welfare.”

“Really?!”

“My goal is to liberate them and make them ask for wages.”

Their animated chat went on for such a long time that I couldn't keep track of it to write
it down. Hermione knew Matt a little more, she discovered that he's a half-blood, his father
was a muggle and her mother was a pureblooded witch. He already lost his father and was
single-handedly raised by his mother.

Hermione saw a bizarre sparkle in Matt's eyes as they continued their animated
conversation.

Abruptly, Hermione got a glimpse of her enchanted timepiece and it read 11:35, only 25 minutes
before lunch. She quickly got up to her feet.

“Matt, I'm really sorry, but I have to go, you know eat lunch.” Said Hermione

“Yeah, I thick we ought to be in the Great Hall by now, can I walk you there?” Matt retorted as
he also rose from his seat.

“Oh no. I am supposed to meet at the Gryffindor Common Room first before going down to the Great
Hall.”

“Okay. Anyway, thanks!”

“For what?” She asked him and gave him a puzzled look

“For keeping me company, I truly enjoyed spending time with you, even if I just met you… I'm
looking forward to meeting you again.” He retorted, his voice low and gruff.

“I am too.”

“Really” He answered genially

Hermione nodded fervently

“So I guess I'll see you around then?” Matt said

“You bet!” said Hermione with glee in her intonation

Then they separated into the staircases that lead to their respective Common Rooms.

When Hermione reached the Gryffindor Common Room, she saw Harry approaching her.

“`Mione, what took you so long?” Harry inquired her.

But Hermione's mind was in reverie about Matt… and on her face was a vague expression.

“`Mione. `Mione? `Mione!” Harry snapped at her

“What?!” Hermione yelped and got off her stupor

“What happened?” Harry asked her

“…”

A/N: What do you think of my new character? His looks are based from Card captor Sakura's Li
Shaoran. Anyway, was the story good? Tell me by reviewing the fic… Also, I'd like to express my
deepest gratitude to those who have reviewed my fic, thank you, thank you, thank you so much! I
love you all… ^_~

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3. Author's Notes
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Author's Notes:

Hiya everyone! It's me again... Though this one is not a chapter, because I want to leave
you the chapter 2... I'll not be able to update the story on the next 3 days because I have to
got out of town, I'll be going to Subic for a youth conference... and my birthday will be on
Monday, April 11 *yayness*... Anyway, I do hope you enjoy chapter 2 and tell me what you think of
my new character... I'll love you and your reviews... *wink*... And before I go, I'll give
you a present... *chucks out packets of drooble's blowing gum and bottles of butterbeer*...
Take care everyone! Don't forget to review my fic... Au
revoir.Sayonara.Ciao.Paalam.Goodbye.Cheerio. ^_^

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4. Chapter 3: Inquisitive and Isolated
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A/N: Another freaking' chapter up! I'm so knackered to tell you, my fellow readers and
human beings, that this chapter is really hard to type… But anyway, I still managed and finished
another chapter for your so-called pleasure. Thank you very much to all those kind and loving
people who have reviewed my humble fic. Please tell me what you think of the new chapter by
reviewing it; I'll love you for doing so… Au revoir!

Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I do not own anything, except for Matt… Other standard
disclaimers apply.

Chapter 3: Inquisitive and Isolated

“What happened?” Harry inquired Hermione.

“Uhm… Nothing.” Hermione quickly lied

“Really?” He asked her again not dropping down the question

“Honestly, Harry Potter! Why have you suddenly become a meddlesome prat?” Hermione retorted in
mock sarcasm.

“Okay, you win again. You know, I can't answer back when you start saying the word
“Honestly” in our conversations.” Harry said with a smile playing on his lips

“You just gave me a wonderful idea!” Hermione grinned back.

“Well, shall we go now? My stomach starts to grumble.” Harry said

“Such a wonderful impersonation of Ron, I'm impressed.” Hermione reacted as the both of them
started going down the flight of stairs.

“Speaking of the devil…” Harry said when he saw Ron approaching their direction.

“I was looking for the both of you!” Ron said, panting

“Why, did ickle Ronniekins miss his friends?” Hermione teased

“That's not funny.” Ron remarked

“Why did you say you were looking for us?” Harry said

“No purpose, actually. Luna and I already separated since she ate at their table, and I
don't want to be alone, so I decided to not pay attention first to grumbling tummy to find the
both of you first.” Ron replied

“So shall we proceed now to the Great Hall?” Hermione said

The Trio strode inside the Great Hall, silencing everyone inside and could feel the heads are
turning everywhere they pass and numerous pairs of eyes are following their every move.

“No one can do this better than the Trio.” Ron muttered under his breath

That's the truth. It's already been three months after the Final Battle, but still every
time the illustrious Trio goes together, people can't help but observe them and whisper things
about them.

“So, what's up with you and Luna?” Harry said as he drank pumpkin juice from his goblet.

“Oweregoingreallyfineijustaskedheroutforthenexthogsmeadetrip.” Ron said as he continued to
gobble up his food.

“What? I can't understand you.” Harry replied

“Oh, sorry. I said we're going really fine. I just asked her out for the next Hogsmeade
trip.” Ron retorted

Harry just nodded in agreement.

“What about you Hermione, everything alright?” Ron questioned

Hermione didn't answered Ron's question right away as she was thinking about Matt,
again. Simply put, she wasn't paying attention. And though it was very un-Hermione like, she
was daydreaming with her eyes looking at no particular person or thing.

“Earth to Hermione?!” Ron said while waving his humongous hands at her face trying to grab her
attention.

“Huh? What?” Hermione said as she was, for the 2nd time of the time, disturbed from
her reverie.

“I said are you alright. But the way I see it, you look like you're not, I just caught you
having a dreamy expression on your face.” Ron answered

“Me! I do not have a dreamy expression on my face! Hermione retorted

“Yes, you have!” Ron said in defense

“Anyway, don't worry; I'm perfectly fine and in a nice condition.” Hermione replied with
a small smile of reassurance.

With that, Hermione grabbed her satchel and her extra schoolbooks and dashed outside the Great
Hall like there was an upcoming test or something that she really needed to study.

“What's with her?” Ron asked Harry

“I don't bloody know. I tried to get it out of her when you caught up with us. I believe
she's hiding something from us.” Harry answered back.

“Okay. Don't worry she'll tell us eventually anyway. Remember the time she got hold of
the animagus Rita Skeeter? She didn't tell us right away, but when she sensed that the time is
right she told us about it.” Ron said to Harry as a sign of guarantee.

Harry simply nodded as a sign of acquiesce.

“Well then, I better get going. I promised Luna I'd meet her by the beech tree near the
lake. See you at Care of Magical Creatures class!” Ron said to Harry as he wiped his mouth with his
serviette.

“Okay! Be careful snogging Luna!” Harry teased Ron

And there was Harry Potter -alone.

Who would have thought?! The most famous wizard of his generation was -alone! Abandoned by his
dearest friends for a girl or whatever raison d'être it is.

*“Good! Now, I'm here seated at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall all on my own, with
nothing good to do. Oh! And I have 1 and a half hours to wait for my next class. What a good day!”
Harry mused*

For the first time in his life he felt alone. Alone amidst the jam-packed Great Hall. Alone
inside. He felt emotionally abandoned. And he doesn't bloody know why. He felt left out, Ron
had Luna for himself, and Hermione was up to something. He sensed that he lacks something.

*“Oh! Shush. I won't let it bother me besides, before Ron and Hermione always thought
about me and my safety. It's time for them to take care and mind their selves too, without me
whining why all of a sudden I find myself alone.” Harry continued to muse*

With that statement, Harry shoved all those `why am I alone?' thoughts to the back of his
brain. And just focused his mind on his unfinished plate.

Abruptly, he finished his meal and carefully wiped his mouth with his serviette. He stood up and
decided to forget the conversation he just had with his very own wits.

“Hermione! You're actually 2 minutes earlier than our given time.” Matt said with glee

“So are you. Did I keep you waiting?” Hermione retorted

“No, absolutely not. I just came here about 5 minutes before you arrived.” Matt quickly
replied.

Then, together they strode along the cold, stone halls towards the library.

At the library, Matt and Hermione talked endless, possibly about anything and everything.

Truth to be told, she actually find Matt endearing. Well, the very first time she met him, she
was incredulously attracted to him, though she still denied it to herself.

*“I could listen to him for days. No pressure, just good, clean fun when I'm with him.
He's so easy to get comfortable with.” Hermione thought*

After a day or so, those library chats became daily habits for Hermione. For the past week and a
half, not a day would pass that she and Matt wouldn't meet in the library and talk, just
talk…

Talk about their own families, their career of choice (Hermione's was to be a Healer, while
Matt thought of becoming an Unspeakable.

“They're just so, unspeakable…” Matt said, releasing a chuckle.

They also talked about their own sets of friends, their selves, their dreams, goals and wishes.
Absolutely, everything.

Matt mostly do the talking, Hermione just talked when it comes to sharing her own point of view
for the said matter. Hermione just sat there and listened conscientiously.

Hermione admired his eyes, his smile, and his whole personality, at peace.

“Arrgh! What's happening with me?! I'm not Hermione! Hermione does not `drool' over
a guy!” She mused while fighting with the voice in her head.

“Uh-oh! Another trouble approaching…” She thought

Author's Notes: Did you like it? Tell me! Please review the fic; I'll love you for doing
so! ^.^

By the way, thank you very much for all the reviews, comments, and support you've all been
giving me. I'm very sorry for the long adjournment of Chapter 3. I have been really, really
busy for the past weeks. I've been going out of town, had practices, attend a retreat and all
that. I didn't have time to write this and the chance came only a few days before today so I
decided to finish chapter 3 for you guys… Anyway, here's a link to what Matt might look like,
though in anime: http://www.geocities.com/ccsdrawer/syaoran.html.
Don't forget to review [again!] and I'm gonna be enthralled! See you all soon at Only Time
can Tell's chapter 4! Cheers!

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