A/N: Sorry for the delay, but I couldn't figure out what to write and I've been practicing golf like crazy trying to prepare for try-outs in a week! It's no excuse though, I should have tried harder, it's not like I was practicing 24 hours a day. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy this and I swear I'll get the next chapter up in a more timely manor. Big thanks to my littlest sister, who helped me with this chapter. She's got a great imagination, though she refuses to admit it. If you guys like the description of the room at all let me know and I'll make sure to show the review to her. So here it is, sorry it's so short.
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The passed quite a few doors until Ron reached one that in Harry's opinion looked the same as all the rest. He didn't know how Ron could distinguish this one from the others. Ron opened the door and Harry stepped inside.
"Bang!" The door shut and locked behind him and he cursed thinking it was just an enchanted door or something.
"Ron can you hear me?" He yelled yanking at the door knob and muttering every unlocking spell he knew under his breath. When none of them worked he cursed again.
"Go up the stairs, Harry and don't even try to break through the door. We, meaning almost everyone in Gryffindor house, Lupin, McGonagall, and Professor Dumbledore all put all the locking spells we knew on it and now I'm going to put a silencing spell on it so yelling won't do you any good either."
"Damn it, Ron! Let me out of here!" Harry yelled pounding on the door, but he received no answer. Finally he sighed and headed up the stairs not knowing what awaited him at the top.
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Harry headed up the old wooden stair case cursing Ron under his breath.
He walked into a beautiful room with huge bay windows and fuchsia window seats in all of them. The walls were painted a dark violet with beaded fuchsia curtains, though it was hard to tell because almost every wall was covered by a large bookcase filled with assorted books ranging from The Goblin Wars to Magical Plants and Their Uses in the Muggle World. In short it looked like Hermione's paradise.
It only enforced this idea when he heard the familiar sound of a page turning. He looked around for the source of the noise and his eyes fell on the object of his current thoughts sitting in one of the big chairs by the fire, the girl who had been ignoring him for months, the one and only Hermione Granger.
She didn't seem to realize he was there for she kept on flipping through her book as if nothing was amiss. He took this opportunity to study her. She was thin, too thin he realized with a start. He hadn't seen her at meals in quite a while and he had figured she had gone down to the kitchens, but it was just like Hermione to skip meals so she wouldn't over burden the house elves.
Her hair had lost its usual luster and was lying limp on her shoulders and she had dark circles under her eyes as if she hadn't slept in months.
She looked, Harry realized, like he felt. It was as if his world had fallen apart without Hermione by his side and he hoped that it was the same for her, that she missed him as much as he missed her.
Harry cleared his throat, making his presence known. Hermione jumped, suddenly alert. She took one look at him and grimaced as if she had known this time would come, she looked away and she sat back into the large chair. Harry approached her cautiously and when she didn't protest he sat down heavily in the chair beside her.
They sat their in complete silence mulling over all they wanted to say. When it became apparent that Hermione wasn't going to say anything Harry sighed and Hermione's eyes immediately shot to him.
"I…" he started then seemed to change his mind, "Hermione… I don't know what to say. No… I know what I want to say, but there is just so much and none of it really seems right. I've missed you… so much. You have no idea how much it hurt when you weren't there when I woke up."
With his words Hermione became angrier and angrier, "You have No right to play the wronged one here, Harry! You didn't see me pushed up against a wall kissing another guy! You treated me worse than Malfoy ever has, like I'm an ugly, completely worthless, book worm. Harry… I can't look at you without hearing those words. You hurt me so much that I almost started believing all that stuff, you said. My grades are dropping. I can't eat. I can't sleep. Whenever I managed to fall asleep I wake up crying. I… you were the first person that befriended me for who I was. Harry I loved you so much..."
"Loved?" Harry interrupted feeling his heart break.
Hermione sighed as a tear made its way down her flushed cheek. "I don't know anymore, Harry. You hurt me more than anyone else ever has."
"I'm so sorry, Hermione. I just didn't want you to be hurt…"
She cut him off. "You didn't want me to be hurt? You hurt me Harry! I can't… I'm not sure I'll ever be able to believe you when you say you love me…"
She broke down and sobbed burying her head in her hands. Harry stood and hesitantly put his arms around her. He squeezed in beside her and pulled her into his arms. She didn't protest, but went willingly into his arms sobbing her heart out into his chest.
Harry just rocked her back and forth, loving that he could hold her in his arms again, but hating that he was the source of her pain and things may never be alright again.
She finally calmed down and fell asleep in his arms. When this position became uncomfortable, Harry carried her over to a bed that he was sure hadn't been there before and pulled back the covers gently setting her down her down before slipping off his shirt, shoes, socks and belt and slipping in next to her. She unconsciously moved towards him pressing her back against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her frail body pulling her closer to him as he quickly fell asleep.
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