Crawling Back To You ~ Mrs. Radcliffe
The room was silent and the fire blazing. It was very warm under the small blanket I was covered in. The phone call I had just received, well received about one week ago, was driving me into insanity. Harry, who had loved me for years, five years to be exact, had broken up with me. I cuddled up in the blanket more and sat my eyes on the orange fire. My apartment grew even more silent, if it was possible. Not even a wind could be heard from outside. It was peaceful.
As it got dark outside it got hot in the room, and I threw the blanket over onto the couch. I pulled my legs to my chest and hugged them, trying to not fall asleep. It tried not to sleep anymore. Horrors of my never waking up made me stay awake. Then, out of nowhere, a faint tap hit my ears. Then it sounded again. tap. I began to get aggravated and got up and looked out the window. I growled at the sight.
I opened the window and screamed at him, even though it was almost nine.
"Go away, you stupid house-elf!"
Harry laughed at that, but I sighed. Couldn't he ever be serious. I slammed down the window and strutted over the lounge chair, picking my book up off the tiny table.
Then a huge noise sounded through my apartment. A banging of some sort. I got up quietly and tip toed to my door, which was rattling almost of it's hinges. I grew frightened and watched it as it shook more. Then it stopped and I heard a voice.
"Please, Hermione, let me in. We need to talk!" it screamed. Again, I groaned.
"Never! After what you did to me, you deserve to be out there in that blistering coldness!" I said in a very harsh tone.
A silence filled my apartment and I relaxed. Until I heard crying from the other end of the door. I kneeled against it listening to Harry sob. It was like nothing I had ever experienced. Grown men crying, especially Harry, almost made my heart break into four pieces.
"Please Hermione, open the door. I swear I will never do anything like that again."
I didn't answer him or even make a gesture to open the door. I couldn't even move. He was wrong. He wouldn't change. I knew it. I was, after all, the smartest witch of my age. Then, the door began rattling again. He was banging on my door again. I almost flung open the door but didn't. He was going to suffer for what he had put me through.
"Hermione……..OPEN THE DOOR!" he screamed. I shook from the tone of his voice. He had never used that tone with me. And frankly, it scared me. Harry never used that tone unless he was yelling at Ron. I gently got up from the floor and waited for the door to stop rattling. It did soon enough, and I gently opened the door. Harry lay on the porch on his hands and knees. It looked like he had been bowing to someone. I kneeled down and looked at him.
His emerald eyes were no longer glistening. The showed pure hatred with either me or himself. His shirt was covered in blood and I began to realize why. From beating the door so hard his hands were covered in blood. His jeans were splattered with red too. I just realized how desperately he had wanted in. He had beat himself up just to prove something to me. It made my heart skip a beat.
"Harry……I'm so sorry. Look what I've done to you."
I picked up his hands and put them to my heart, letting him feel my heartbeat. His eyes began to get that sparkle again. I thought about smiling but decided against it.
"Hermione…….does this mean….I'm forgiven?"
I didn't take any second chances.
"Yes, Harry, your forgiven."
He smiled and a smile pulled at my lips too. I instantly thought that his smile should be banned. No one's smile should make a girl's heart flutter the way his does mine. It was simply unbearable. After thinking for a couple of minutes I lead Harry inside my apartment. He sat on the couch in my living room. I got some hot chocolate and gave him a mug. Then, I sat next to him.
Soon we just sat, enjoying each others company. We didn't even talk. Our empty mugs sat on the coffee table forgotten. I lay on Harry's lap, him stroking my hair. Then, I lifted my head and looked at him.
"Why were you on your hands and knees Harry?"
"Because I needed you so desperately I was crawling to you."
I laughed at that and lifted my head closer to his. We were barely an inch apart and we spoke to me so that I could fell his hot breath making my face warm.
"Love ya." he said.
"Love you too."
Then I put my lips to his, catching him completely off guard.