Don't Let Me Go by Trojan#12

Rating: PG13
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 11/03/2009
Last Updated: 24/04/2009
Status: Completed

He made an unforgettable mistake, and now Harry's begging for Hermione not to let him
go.--H/Hr PTD~Harry; two shot. R&R, as always!




1. For Your Own Good
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**JKR owns.**

**Don’t Let Me Go**

**Chapter One: For Your Own Good**

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**[AN]** This was pretty much a little plot bunny that didn’t die away after a few days. I’m
not sure if it makes a lot of sense (hahaha), but I’m posting it anyway. It’s inspired by my friend
coming home from Iraq, and his behavior in the weeks following. I’m sure some of you will think the
characters are OOC. Oh well, though- this *is* fan fiction!

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Harry sighed gloomily at the loud music meeting his ears as he walked up the steps to his
apartment. Clearly, Ron, his roommate, had taken it upon himself to throw a party. Again.

And after the night he’d spent with his girlfriend and her parent’s, he was in no mood to see
everyone smiling and having a grand old time in his flat. Hopefully, he’d just be able to sneak in
unnoticed and go straight to his room, where he hopefully wouldn’t spend the rest of the night
laying awake in bed, thinking of what his girlfriend had told him earlier that night.

However, luck was not in his side as Harry opened the door to his flat and closed it quietly
behind him. Not that it mattered- the music and cheery conversation around him drowned out any
sound he might’ve made coming in. And that still didn’t stop him from being recognized.

“HARRY!” Ron screamed from across the living room, excitedly waving him over.

Harry only gave him a curt nod before turning and heading for the hallway that led to his
bedroom. A few other people called out for his attention, but he didn’t acknowledge their calls.
Instead, he walked faster for the door at the end of the hall.

He didn’t understand how everyone could be so happy and carefree, merely months after the war
had brutally ended. So many people- kids- had lost their lives, yet here everyone else was,
partying on like it didn’t matter. Even Ron had already made peace with his brother’s passing.

But, even though the tragedies seemed to no longer affect everyone else, it still affected
Harry. Probably more than anyone knew.

Besides Hermione, of course. She could always tell.

As Harry let himself into his bedroom, and closed the door behind him, Hermione’s words played
through his head once again.

*‘Harry, I’ve been thinking, and I’ve decided to take next semester off. I just feel like you
get lonely while I’m at school, and Ron’s at work, and honestly, I’d rather be spending my time
with you than at college…”*

Harry was sure that any bloke would be ecstatic to hear that their girlfriend would be taking
off from college to spend more time with them. However, not many people had the kind of
relationship that he and Hermione did.

They’d started dating in July, and six months later they were still together. Even though they
had technically got together on his birthday, their actual relationship predated back to the middle
of the war. However, that fact remained private between the two of them. After how mature Ron had
acted towards their blossoming love, they didn’t think it would be kind to reveal a secret like
that.

Anyway, six months had passed, and for all intent and purposes, Harry should’ve been perfectly
happy. The girl he loved was by his side, and loved him back with all her heart. His best mate and
adopted family actually supported their relationship. The wizarding media had all but left him
alone since the aftermath of the war. Even though all that was true, Harry just couldn’t forget
about the past year, like his friends so easily had. That pain was still there for him, and deeper
than ever.

Harry had never really recovered after the war. So many people had died trying to help him. Even
though he came out triumphant, and people seemed to forgive him for the countless lives loss, he
had yet to forgive himself.

And Hermione was obviously starting to see that. That’s why she was dropping out of university.
Harry knew it was because she felt like she needed to baby-sit him. Not because he needed to be
supervised, or anything, but because in six months time, she had never relented from trying to make
him happy. He knew Hermione only stuck around him because she feared that if she left, then he’d
spiral into some dark dismal abyss. He’s seen her at university, and she always seems to be totally
in her element. When it’s just them though, she is as bright and happy as ever.

When she was with everyone at school, she was really happy. When she was with him, she felt like
she *had* to be happy. It was like Harry was holding her back. Hermione had no trouble putting
her life on hold for him, and that’s what bothered him the most.

She’d had so many opportunities after the war- internships at the ministry, scholarships for the
most prestigious wizarding universities abroad, book deals, etc. But she never accepted any of
them. Instead, she stayed in London, with Harry, and went to the local muggle university. She’d
blown off her own happiness for the sake of his, and now she was about to stop doing something else
that she loved, just to be there for him. Harry wasn’t the only one who knew this. Hermione’s
parents desperately wanted her to act on her potentials, and were disappointed when they found out
that she would be staying home so that she could be close to a certain boy. He knew that Sean and
Elisabeth Granger hated Harry for it, and to be honest, Harry hated himself for it too.

Hermione was the first girl to love and support him unconditionally, and the first girl that
he’d ever confessed his love to before. But even though he didn’t want to be without her, he didn’t
want their relationship to be at the cost of her happiness. And that was exactly what it was
starting to do.

It killed him inside to know that he was holding her back. Something needed to change, but Harry
didn’t know how he’d be able to do it.

*‘You need to stop being selfish, that’s for sure,’* a voice scoffed in his head.

Harry scrubbed his hands over his head in frustration at his own thought. He hated feeling so
dreadfully hopeless, but it was a feeling that had nearly consumed him since the war. With a shake
of his head, he started stripping his dinner clothes away from his body. The night had exhausted
him, and he was ready to turn his frantic brain off for a while.

After he was down to his boxers, he walked over to his nightstand, and pulled out the top
drawer. Quickly, he grabbed up one of the bottles of dreamless sleep potions stored there. It was
his nightly ritual, and as the creamy liquid flowed down his throat, he could feel the restless
abandon easing his eyes closed.

Hermione’s face was the last thing he pictured before he fell back onto his bed and drifted off
to sleep.

…

When Harry awoke the next morning, the first thing he noticed was that the edge of his bed was
weighed down more than it should’ve been. With his eyes still closed, he rolled onto his sides and
tried tugging up on his sheets.

Immediately, his eyes snapped open when he rolled onto something that he knew definitely
shouldn’t have been there. He tried to focus on the form without his glasses, and could make out a
thin body, facing away from him, snuggled under the sheets of his bed. Harry sat up quickly and
reached back to grab his glasses.

Once the frame was settled on his face, he could make out the body more clearly. His eyes
instantly narrowed when he saw that the body had the hair and curves of a girl. A girl he knew,
nonetheless. Even though he hadn’t seen her in a while, he could tell who that straight, black hair
and petite body belonged to.

Harry cleared his throat loudly, causing Cho to wake up. As soon as she opened her eyes and
caught sight of Harry, he glared.

Awkwardly, she cleared her throat, “Oh, um, morning Harry.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Harry spat out, not wasting any time with
pleasantries.

Cho immediately gulped at Harry’s harsh tone, “Sorry…” she muttered timidly. Her apology didn’t
effect Harry’s glare at all, so Cho quickly started to explain, “It’s just Roger, my ex, came over
last night. He was starting to make a scene in front of everyone, and I just wanted to get away
from him for a little while. I didn’t know my way around your house, and this was the first door I
opened so-”

“So you thought you’d just take your kit off and jump into bed with me?”

Cho’s eyes widened, “No! I know this looks bad-”

“Look Cho, I don’t even care,” Harry cut her off angrily, shaking his head, “Just get your shit,
and get out of my flat.”

Cho had turned a deep shade of red. She glanced around the room uncomfortably for a moment
before turning back to Harry, “Um, do you mind if I can have some privacy?”

Harry rolled his eyes before throwing the covers off him. He stood up from his bed and stalked
out of his room. Not caring if he woke anybody else up, he slammed the door.

Honestly, he didn’t mind Ron throwing parties. He lived there too, therefore he could do what he
wanted. However, he’d have to have a talk with Ron, that next time he wanted to have a party, his
room was strictly off limits.

Harry went into the kitchen, still in a bitter mood. He started automatically making himself
some coffee, hoping that that would calm him down some. He was just pouring some water into the
coffee machine when the doorbell rang. He sighed impatiently, but put the water down and stalked
off for the door to answer it.

As soon as he opened it though, he half wished he hadn’t.

“Hey you,” his girlfriend greeted him with a bright smile on her face. Before Harry could
respond, Hermione leaned forward and kissed him.

Harry was still flabbergasted to see Hermione here. She was supposed to be in her philosophy
class right now…

“Hermione?”

She let out a laugh at his confusion, “Surprise!”

Harry shook his head, “What happened to your class?”

“I figure it’s okay to ditch every once in a while,” Hermione said with a simple shrug, “Maybe
even healthy. Anyway, I wanted to surprise you.”

Harry still didn’t respond to her as she leaned in and gave him another kiss. All he could focus
was the Asian girl getting dress in his room right now.

“Oh,” he muttered distractedly.

Hermione grinned patiently at his still dazed attitude, “So are you going to let me in?”

“Uh-”

“Well, thanks for letting me freshen up Harry. Last night was-” Cho froze as she looked up from
straightening her skirt and met the eyes of Hermione Granger, standing next to a lifeless looking
Harry.

Hermione’s eyes glanced over the pretty Asian. Last time she had saw Cho Chang, she was only a
girl, but now she was a full-blown woman. A beautiful woman, at that. A beautiful woman who was
coming from her boyfriend’s bedroom, fixing her skirt.

Hermione’s breath caught in her throat. She wanted to throw up. Her eyes looked away from Cho’s
shocked face to Harry. The raven haired wizard looked completely apathetic. He didn’t seem like he
was about to explain to her that this was all a misunderstanding. He didn’t look like he was going
to defend himself. For all intent and purposes, he looked *guilty*.

Hermione glanced back and forth between her boyfriend and his ex a couple times. Harry seemed
determined to avoid her eyes. That alone seemed to be an admittance to his guilt.

Hermione couldn’t think of anything else to do. Standing there in front of them for any longer,
or speaking, seemed impossible. She didn’t know what else to do- so she ran.

Harry had to force himself to look up and watch the retreating back of his girlfriend. No matter
how much it killed him to know that she was running away from him, he didn’t do anything to stop
her. This was his own fault anyway. Even though he really didn’t do anything with Cho, he knew that
Hermione was better off without him. He had been feeling that way for a long time now.

He couldn’t let himself hold her back anymore. Putting his love for her aside, he didn’t want to
constantly drag her down with him. Just because he wasn’t ready to let go of everything, didn’t
mean he had to involve her into his sorrow.

“Aren’t you going to go after her?” Cho’s frantic voice asked, breaking the silence.

It took a few seconds, but Harry finally turned and gave her a dark look, “Get out.”

…

**A few days later…**

…

As soon as his feet touched ground inside his apartment, he stalked straight to Harry’s room.
With a curled fist, he pounded on his door, “Harry, open the door!”

Ron waited impatiently, given his current fury, for a couple of minutes. There had yet to be a
response, but Ron *knew* that Harry was inside. Again, he knocked, “I need to talk to you.
Now, Harry!”

Finally, Ron heard some rustling coming from within the room. The redhead told himself to try
and refrain from jumping on Harry, but it was definitely harder said than done.

Harry finally opened the door, “Wha-”

Before Harry could even finish, Ron hurled his fist back, and punched his supposed best mate
square in the face.

“What the hell?” Harry shouted, clutching his jaw and giving Ron a furious look. However, the
redhead wasn’t nearly done with him. Ron pushed Harry, sending him stumbling back into the
room.

“How could you do that to her?” he yelled, just as furiously.

Harry glared into the heated eyes of his best friend. Suddenly, his attack made perfect sense.
He was bound to find out sooner or later…

With a disheartened sigh, Harry only shook his head and muttered, “Leave me alone.”

“To hell with that,” Ron raged on, “Tell me why you cheated on Hermione! Bloody hell Harry- you
knew that I fancied her! But when I found out you two had feelings for each other, I stepped back
and gave you my blessing. And now you’ve gone and done the worst possible thing to her! You’re such
a bloody bastard!” Ron’s face was bright red by the time he was finished screaming.

“I never asked for you to give us your blessing,” Harry returned lowly. Honestly, if Ron had
acted on his feelings sooner, then Harry wouldn’t be in this mess to begin with. Hermione would
never have been trapped with him and the hopeless bastard that he truly was.

But then again, Harry knew that Hermione never felt that way for their best friend. And even if
she had, then Harry would be caught up in a different mess, wishing that Hermione would really be
with him. It was a really mucked up situation either way you put it. Everyone probably would have
just been better off if Harry had just died with Riddle.

“That’s not the point,” Ron continued in frustration, angry that Harry was acting so
insensitively. He knew this wasn’t really how he felt, and the fact that Harry obviously didn’t
want to tell him, or his girlfriend, was nerve-wracking. “You had Hermione! Why the hell would you
risk throwing that away by shagging Chang?!”

“I didn’t,” Harry muttered. The words slipped from his mouth before he could stop himself. He
didn’t realize before how ugly Ron’s words sounded. The thought of having sex with any girl but
Hermione made him want to shudder. It wasn’t like he and Hermione had ever taken that step, but
still.

Ron stopped his verbal tirade, and gave Harry a questioning look, “What?”

Harry sighed. Now he knew he had some explaining to do, “You heard me. I never had sex with
Cho.”

“Then why haven’t you, or supposedly Hermione, left your room since the morning after my party?
Why is my sister about ready to rip your throat out?”

Harry ignored his last part, fretting over something else, “What do you mean Hermione hasn’t
come out of her room?”

Ron rolled his eyes, “What would you expect her to do, Harry? Go out and celebrate the fact that
her boyfriend was cheating on her?”

Harry stalled. Thinking about it, he didn’t know what he had expected Hermione to do. He
would’ve hoped that she’d be trying to move on by now. But then again, he had let her believe that
he’d cheated. After everything they’d been through, it wasn’t realistic to imagine that she’d be
okay. He only hoped that she wasn’t feeling similar to how he was feeling. That was the last thing
he wanted.

Harry couldn’t think of anything else to say as Ron stared at him with cold, unforgiving eyes.
So instead, he simply repeated, “But I wasn’t cheating on her.”

Ron scoffed, “Then why would you let her believe that?” Ron was getting severely impatient with
Harry’s lack of explanation. If he didn’t start making sense soon, then Ron would have to go back
to his ‘hands-on’ method. At least that’d be more satisfying.

Harry looked away from Ron, “Because I couldn’t do it anymore.”

“Couldn’t do it? So you wanted to break up with her?” Ron asked in utter disbelief, “Why would
you want to put her through so much pain by letting her believe you slept with Cho? Why couldn’t
you just be a man and tell her-”

Ron was interrupted by Harry shaking his head, “No that’s not what I meant.”

Ron frowned, “What is it then?”

“I-I just…” Harry took a deep breath before turning to Ron, “I can’t let her bend over backwards
anymore trying to make *me* happy.”

Ron raised his eyebrows in shock, convinced that Harry was joking, or trying to lie for the sake
of his own embarrassment. Alas, by the look on his friend’s face, he knew he was being serious.

“Harry, she loves you! What else would you expect her to do? Want you to be miserable?”

Harry let out a frustrated breath as he sat down on the edge of his bed and put his head in his
hands, “No but… it’s like that’s always her main priority. She puts my happiness before her own,
and I can’t do that to her anymore.”

Ron shook his head sadly at his friend’s confession, “You’d think that with so much effort, it’d
make a difference. Why are you determined to be like this?”

“I can’t just forget, Ron. I’m not sure if I ever will.”

Much to Harry’s surprise, Ron scoffed again, “No one’s asking you to forget anything. All
Hermione wants is for you to try and move on- but you’re not even attempting. We *all* want
you to stop living in the past!”

Harry was at a lost for words. He didn’t expect for Ron to understand his reasons- but then
again, he had never really considered any of Ron’s points either.

“It’s not that easy,” Harry tried. How was he supposed to just move on when there were people
and families out there who would never be able to get past the trauma of the war. Why should he get
to move on scot-free, while other people were bound to suffer for the rest of their lives?

“It hasn’t been easy for anyone! Especially Hermione-”

“Exactly!” exclaimed Harry, finally showing some emotion, “She’s been putting so much energy
into trying to make me happy, that she doesn’t get to focus on herself!”

Ron shook his head, feeling the need to defend his absent best friend, “That’s not totally true.
She’s going to school, isn’t she? That’s something she always talked about wanting to do.”

“She told me a few days ago that she was going to drop out. Any guesses as to why?”

Ron frowned, not really having to guess, “To be with you more?”

Harry nodded bitterly, “By staying in a relationship with her, I’m only holding her back. You
should see her when she’s at college,” Harry said, recalling the few times he’s picked her up on
campus. The way she studied and interacted with the other students was 100% pure Hermione. Harry
sighed to himself as he continued, “When she’s there, or anywhere without me, then she’s just
Hermione, content with who she is. But when she’s around me, not matter what’s happening to
*her*, she puts on a brave face and tries to brighten me up with her cheerful attitude. It’s
like she’s afraid that if she’s anything but smiles, then it’ll only further depress me.”

“Are you?” Ron asked suddenly.

Harry knitted his eyebrows together, clearly confused, “Am I what?”

“Depressed?”

Harry’s immediate reaction was to sneer at the question. But after he had, Ron still didn’t drop
his expectant face. Annoyingly, he still wanted an answer.

“I don’t know!” Harry exclaimed defensively.

Ron narrowed his eyes at his tone, but didn’t relent, “Think about how you felt these past few
days, locked up in your room all alone.” Ron waited a few moments while Harry unwillingly let the
words sink into his head.

“Now think about your time with Hermione. Don’t think about how you assume she felt, but
consider how she made *you* feel.”

“What are you getting at?” Harry asked, obviously trying to avoid reliving those memories with
Hermione.

Ron didn’t answer; he only gave him a probing look, telling him to answer.

Harry sighed, and shrugged before mumbling, “She made me feel good.”

“Just good?”

Harry glared at him, but after a few seconds conceded, “No, not just good.” He took a deep
breath, “She makes me feel loved.”

“That’s because she does love you. But you know what Harry? You’re getting in a bad habit of
pushing away the people who love you.”

Harry froze, shocked at his friend’s brutal words.

“I-I…”

“Do you want to be alone, miserable like this for the rest of your life?”

Harry thought about the possibility for a second. Finally, he shook his head, “No.”

Ron nodded. After all this heartache, his best mate seemed to finally be coming around, “You
don’t always know what’s best for people mate. You owe Hermione the truth.”

As Ron turned, and walked out of his room, Harry was hit with the realization of what he had to
do. He knew it’d be a desperate attempt, probably destined to fail. However, Ron was right. He
needed to come clean with the one person who mattered most.

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2. Light at the End of the Tunnel
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**JKR owns.**

**Don’t Let Me Go**

**Chapter Two: Light at the End of the Tunnel**

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Hermione quietly packed up her notes as her economics professor released them from class. She
hadn’t gone to school all week, but there had been a test today, so she knew she’d have to
begrudgingly attend.

She was just beginning to join the line filing down the stairs when someone tapped her on the
shoulder. Hermione turned and saw the smiling face of her biochem partner, Colin.

“What’s up brainiac?” he asked, using the annoying nickname he reserved solely for her.

Hermione forced a smile, “Hi.”

Colin immediately picked up on her tone, “Everything okay? I missed you in class these past few
days…”

Hermione shrugged. The only person she had told about her situation with Harry was Ginny, and
that was only because the red head had threatened to go over and hex Harry herself if she didn’t
spill. Honestly, she didn’t think she was ready to talk about it yet. Harry had meant the world to
her, and to talk about their relationship in the past tense killed her. She had spent the past
three days analyzing their relationship and what she could’ve possibly said or done that would
cause him to cheat. Maybe it was just the way she looked- Cho Chang was *so* pretty. Or maybe
it was the fact that Hermione always shied away whenever their snog sessions got too heated. She
never gave him sex, so Harry probably went to Cho knowing she would…

“Hermione?” Colin asked, waving a hand in front of her face. Hermione blinked and looked around
the lecture hall. Everyone else had cleared out already, so she and Colin were left all alone.

“Oh, sorry. Um yeah- I just got a little sick and had to stay home for a couple of days.”

Colin gave her a look, not believing a word she’d just said, “Was this sickness physical or
mental?”

Hermione sighed. Maybe she did need to just talk to someone about everything. And who better to
do that with than Colin, an innocent muggle who’d never heard of Harry’s fame or importance.

Finally, she relented, “It’s my boyfriend- well ex-boyfriend now.”

Colin instantly perked up, “You and you’re boyfriend broke up?”

“He cheated on me with his first kiss. We haven’t talked since.”

Colin blew out some air and then gave Hermione a sympathetic look, “I’m sorry Hermione. I know
what it’s like to be cheated on and I’ll be the first to tell you, it’s not going to be easy.”

Hermione shrugged, “I don’t know how it can get any worse. I mean, he didn’t even come after me
and try to explain himself. It’s like he doesn’t care at all.”

“I think the best thing to do in a situation like yours is to try and forget about him as much
as he’s forgotten about you,” Colin offered, taking the first opportunity he could.

Much to his displeasure though, Hermione shook her head.

“It’s not that simple. Harry and I have been best friends since we were eleven. We’ve
experienced and shared everything together. I can’t even go see my friends without wondering if
he’s going to be there too!” Hermione finished her ramble, shaking her head like she always
did.

Colin grinned at her flustered appearance, “Well, you don’t have to worry about me hanging out
with the tosser. I-”

“Harry’s not a tosser,” Hermione chided him quietly. It was instinct for her to defend Harry.
She was so used to his insults being undeserved, that she couldn’t help herself.

“Hermione,” Colin said, giving her a gentle look, “He cheated on *you*. Therefore he is a
tosser, and a bloody idiot as well.”

Hermione unwillingly blushed at Colin’s concealed compliment, “Er, okay…”

Colin gave her a look before glancing around the now empty lecture hall.

“What do you say we get out of here? Maybe go talk some more over a cup of coffee?”

“Um…” Hermione trailed off, trying to find a good reason not to say yes to him.

*‘Why not? He’s your friend, and he’s offered nothing but good advice so far…’*

“Okay,” she finally agreed.

Colin gave her a bright smile, and for once, she felt relieved that someone was doing the
smiling at *her*.

“So where do you want to go?” Colin asked, holding the door open for her as they walked
outside.

“I know this good little coffee shop a couple blocks over,” Hermione replied, almost hesitantly.
Bringing a different bloke to the café she had only ever frequented with Harry would surely be a
good way to get over him. Right?

Nonchalantly, Hermione glanced over to Colin. She knew she had never felt anything more than
lab-partner friendship with the bloke, but she found herself wondering if the potential was
there.

“That’s sounds great,” he answered engagingly. She tried to hide her sigh as thoughts of Harry
crept back into her mind.

*‘Oh, who are you kidding? You love Harry! And no matter how badly he betrayed you you’re not
going to just forget that…’*

…

Hermione quietly walked up the stairs to her bedroom about two hours later. She didn’t want to
give her parents any indication that she was home, in case they wanted to start back up on the
whole “what’s wrong with you” marathon. Right now, Hermione just wanted to lock herself in her
room, crawl in bed and not come out until she absolutely had to.

Coffee with Colin had been anything but comfortable. He pretty much talked about himself the
entire time, giving Hermione little chance for input. She had actually toned him out somewhere
around the time when he was ranting about his musical aspirations. Unfortunately, her mind had gone
straight to Harry, and she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since.

Well that wasn’t entirely true. Towards the end of their coffee date, a pretty Asian girl had
come into the shop. Hermione watched the girl as she ordered her latte and by the time the girl had
left, she was on the verge of tears.

Hermione sniffled again as she opened her bedroom door, trying to hold off her sobs until she
was safely behind the barriers of a strong ‘silencio’.

But Hermione was in for a shock. As she closed her door and dumped her book bag on the ground,
she heard her bed creak behind her. She spun around and let out a startled gasp at who she saw.

“Harry!”

Sure enough, Harry stood a couple feet away from her, holding a white lily and giving her a
cautious look.

“Hey,” was all he said. He didn’t move his eyes away from her.

“What are you doing here?” she asked instantly, trying to keep her voice hard. Her mind was a
mess seeing him for the first time in days. She glanced down to the flower in his hand and her
stomach panged.

Was he here to apologize?

An awkward moment passed before he took a small step forward and held out the flower, “This is
for you.”

Hermione didn’t take it. “Do my parents know you’re here?” she questioned, asking the only thing
that wouldn’t make her get emotional.

“Um,” he started, bowing his head slightly, “No. I didn’t know if they would let me in or not
so…”

“So you just snuck in?” Hermione asked him in an abrasive manner.

Harry gave her what only could be considered as a pleading look, “I wanted to talk to you-”

“About what?” she asked shortly, biting her lip.

Harry looked at her with piercing eyes, “You know what.”

Hermione let out a shaky breath, “Are you here to apologize?”

“Sort of,” he replied vaguely.

“Well I don’t want an apology,” Hermione tried to say firmly, “What’s done is done. There’s no
saying sorry to what you did.”

Harry shook his head, his stomach turning at her severe words, “Hermione, if you’ll just let me
explain-”

“You don’t have to explain. I get why you did it.”

Harry suddenly gave her a sharp look, “You what?”

Hermione tried to come off indifferent by shrugging, “I understand why you slept with Cho. She’s
beautiful, and I wasn’t giving in-”

“Hermione that’s not it at all,” Harry cut her off intensely. His voice was thick with emotion;
he couldn’t stand the thought that he had made her so self-conscious.

Hermione blinked, taken aback by his statement. She recomposed herself after a second or two, “I
don’t really want to know details Harry. I just think you should go-”

“Hermione, I didn’t have sex with Cho.”

Hermione was about to tell him that her parents would probably be up to check on her, but
stopped at Harry’s words. She blinked, “What?”

“I never cheated on you. Cho and I never had sex.”

“But… but,” by the look he was giving her, she knew he wasn’t lying. Harry couldn’t verbally lie
to her. She supposedly read him too easily. But if he was telling the truth, she was having a hell
of a time trying to figure out why it’s taken him so long to tell her that.

“But I saw her fixing her skirt. And what she said-”

“Hermione listen to me. That night after your parent’s dinner, I came home and Ron had some
people over. I went straight to bed, and when I woke up the next morning, Cho was asleep in my
bed,” Hermione frowned but didn’t interrupt Harry as he continued.

He went through the rest of the story as thoroughly as possible, telling Hermione how he
immediately woke her up and how Cho gave him the excuse of wanting to get away from her
ex-boyfriend. When he finished, the two stood there in silence for some time. Finally, Harry gave
Hermione a pleading look.

“Hermione, you have to believe me.”

Harry felt his stomach drop when Hermione merely shook her head.

“Why didn’t you explain that morning? Why did you just let me run away?”

Harry let out a careful breath. No matter how much he had been dreading this conversation, he
knew it was one he’d have to have if he wanted to salvage his relationship.

“Hermione, I… I-”

“What?” Hermione didn’t move her eyes from Harry’s.

Harry sighed. He didn’t know how he was going to explain himself, but he felt like Hermione’s
patience was running low.

“Hermione, I wanted you to think that something had happened. I wanted you to… not want to be
with me,” he said quietly in an ashamed tone.

“What?” Hermione asked, this time incredulously. Her eyes narrowed and she gave Harry a studious
look, “Why?”

“It’s stupid-”

“Why Harry?”

“I thought you’d be happier if we broke up,” he finally confessed.

Hermione froze for a second, taking in the insanity of his statement. Shaking her head, she
spoke in a firm voice, “Harry, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

He let out a laugh at her words, finding it ironic that he *had* warned her of his
stupidity. Hermione didn’t relish in his laugh, so he continued somberly, “I know it is. At the
time, it seemed like a good idea.”

“Why would you want me to break up with you? So you didn’t have to do it for yourself?” Hermione
guessed, her eyes betraying the hard tone she was trying to convey.

“No! Hermione, I didn’t want to break up with you-”

“You’re kind of contradicting yourself then,” Hermione told him before she could get a grip of
herself.

This time it was Harry who gave Hermione a firm look, “Let me finish.”

Hermione sighed, mentally telling herself to calm down. She nodded, and Harry continued.

“I- I thought I’d be doing you a favor. It’s just that lately, you’ve been putting so much
effort into *me*, that I don’t know if you’re really happy anymore.”

Harry noticed the shocked look on Hermione’s face, but he didn’t stop, “I know that I haven’t
been the easiest person to be around since the war and everything… You’ve been there for me 24/7
trying to cheer me up. I- I…” Harry sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. Once upon a time it had
actually been very easy for him to share his feelings with Hermione. He’d give anything to go back
to that time.

As he continued, Hermione looked on as intensely as ever, “I know you just want the best for me,
and that you wanted me to move on from the war. But for a long time, I wasn’t ready to get over it.
But still you were there constantly, willing to do anything to put a smile on my face.”

Hermione had been shaking her head for the past few seconds. Everything he was saying was so…
well, whatever it was, Hermione couldn’t keep quiet anymore, “Harry, I never went out of my way
*trying* to make you happy. I just thought you were happy with *me.*”

Harry gave her a sharp look, “I *am* happy with you.”

Hermione looked away, shaking her head, “Obviously not. Or else you wouldn’t have even thought
of doing something like this.”

“Hermione, why I tried to end our relationship has nothing to do with what *I* felt about
*you*. It’s about what I thought I was doing to you.”

Hermione frowned, “Which is supposedly what?”

Harry shrugged. “Holding you back,” he mumbled quietly.

“What?”

Harry forced himself to look up into Hermione’s probing gaze. He sighed, “I just thought, with
me out of the picture, you’d finally be able to focus on what you wanted to do in life.”

“And that’s it? You think it’d be easy for me to just forget about you? Like you never mattered
to me? Do you really think I’m that shallow?” Hermione finished, her questions getting louder and
louder as the emotion started to numb her logic.

“No, of course not-”

“Then how could you possibly think that I’d be able to move on, just like that?”

Harry shook his head in shame, “I wasn’t thinking.”

“No, obviously not,” Hermione scoffed, now fighting the tears back, “Because if you were, then
you’d realize I love you. I’ve been with you through the good and the bad like nobody else has. You
say you wanted me to focus on what I wanted to do in life, but the only thing I thought I wanted
was to be with you.”

Harry’s eyes widened in shock at her revelation, “Thought?”

“Relationships only work if both people want it,” she said, now deadly quiet, “I can’t make you
want to be with me.”

“I do want to be with you,” Harry tried to tell her with as much conviction as possible.

Hermione shook her head, “How am I supposed to believe that? After you worked *so* hard to
make me think differently.”

“Hermione, I want to be with you,” Harry repeated, taking a step forward to her, “I know, what I
did and how I’ve acted over the past couple of days is unforgettable, but I did it because I
thought you’d be better off.”

“So you’re saying, that you made me believe that you had cheated, to save me from your
depression?” she questioned, trying to make sure that she was understanding him. Either way he put
it though, his scheme sounded crazy.

Harry gulped, “Yeah.”

“But all it did was make the both of us more miserable,” she whispered, not trying to hide the
bitter tone in her voice.

Harry nodded, unable to deny what she’d just said. He sighed before looking her straight in the
eye, “I can’t stand the thought of you being with someone else. And no matter how much I don’t want
to involve you in my pain, I can’t live without you,” he finished, finally admitting the cold
truth.

“So that’s it?” Hermione again asked dubiously, this time not waiting for an answer, “I’m
supposed to just forget about the past few days- forget about all the pain you put me through,
because now you realized it was stupid and you want me back? Do I ever get a say?”

Harry let out a shaky breath. He’d stated his case already, but Hermione still wasn’t having it.
He knew he’d have to dive further into his own insecurities if he wanted any chance at winning her
back.

“I just… I didn’t think I was ready,” he confessed, looking down to the floor as Hermione
narrowed her eyes at him.

“For a relationship?” she asked, fighting back the bile rising in her throat.

“No, to let go of everything. But I’m ready now,” he said more strongly, forcing himself to look
up into her eyes, “You made me realize that I can be happy if I just move on from everything. I
just… I still need your help.”

A tear finally leaked out of her eye and streaked down her face, as Hermione shook her head,
“I’ve been trying to help you this entire time…”

“Please don’t give up on me,” Harry whispered, taking another step forward so that he and
Hermione were only an inch or two away.

Hermione scoffed lightly as she wiped the tear from her eye, “I obviously can’t.” Honestly, he
was daft if he thought she could turn away from him now…

“I do love you, Hermione,” Harry said again, just in case he wasn’t making himself clear, “I’m
so sorry for making you feel otherwise.”

“You know, we’d be able to get through these things a lot easier if you just talk to me about
your problems,” Hermione mumbled, thinking of how this all could have been avoided if he just
would’ve come clean sooner. He was supposed to trust her…

Harry bit the inside of his cheek, “I know. You’re the only person I can really talk to about
anything, anyway.”

“Will you start making the effort?” she asked, staring shamelessly into his shining emerald
eyes.

Harry didn’t even hesitate. He knew this was what he wanted, “Yes.”

“Okay…” Hermione was at a lost for words. The pain and confusion she’d felt within the past few
days, was suddenly cleared away. Everything made sense now- well, sort of. Harry was always one to
do anything for someone else’s happiness, yet all Hermione wanted to do was give that same feeling
back to him. Hopefully now he would let her do that.

“I love you too, you know. Even if you can be really, really stupid and brash at times,”
Hermione finished with a quirk of her eyebrow.

Harry couldn’t help but smile at the little grin planted on her lips. His stomach fluttered at
the thought that she still loved him too. But still, there was something he needed to hear.

He reached forward and gently grabbed her hand, “Will you give me a second chance?”

Hermione smiled, “What do you think?”

Without thinking twice, Harry closed the distance between the two and pressed his lips gently to
Hermione’s. He couldn’t describe the feeling of happiness and relief washing through him as
Hermione kissed him back just as eagerly.

He knew that with her help, he’d be able to move on from his unfortunate childhood. It was time
for Harry to focus on his future- and Hermione was definitely a part of that.

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I don’t think it’s my best, but it’s definitely my first with PTD Harry. Still, you’d make my
day if you left a review expressing your own opinions.

Thanks :]

Oh, and fun fact: Colin is based on a real life person. And yes, he is that much of a douche-bag
in real life. :]