Second Chances
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Barty
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Barty
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
22
Views:
17,433
Reviews:
45
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Darkness
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Hermione jumped awake, her eyes searching her surroundings. She was no longer in the study though she didn’t recognise the room at all. She was laying on a foreign bed with someone’s jacket over her, it wasn’t Barty’s. She pushed it off sitting up, the room was in almost complete darkness making it hard to see where she was.
“You make me sick, do you know that?” She heard Harry’s voice but she couldn’t see him.
“Why does love make you sick?” She asked, her eyes searching but still not finding the source of his words.
“What you feel for him isn’t love, it can’t be.”
“Why not?” She asked, sliding her feet down from the bed to the floor.
“Because…” His voice trailed off.
Hermione closed her eyes as she spoke, terrified of what she was about to say, “Because it’s not you I’m in love with.”
“That’s not true.” Harry’s voice was closer now, she could tell from his tone he was restraining himself.
“Harry, what happened to you?” She stood, moving through the darkness, her hands held a little in front of her, “What changed you so much? Was it the war? Did all that weight that rested on your shoulders finally break you?”
He remained silent and she stopped moving, standing totally still, “You can talk to me Harry.”
“I don’t want your pity, Hermione.” His voice was near her ear and to the side making her turn quickly.
“It’s not pity Harry, you obviously forget who you’re talking to. I don’t do pity. I think it’s insulting.” She held out a hand into the darkness, “You were a true friend to me once Harry, I still want that but you have to realise we’re no more than that. Friends.”
She trembled a little at the silence in the room, not a sound could be heard and she almost let her hand drop but kept it up though it wasn’t steady. Out of the darkness a hand smacked it down for her making her recoil a little.
“Do friends do what we did Hermione?” He voice was very close and she felt his hands on her arms as he shook her little, “How can you dismiss what we felt then?”
“Because that’s all we had,” She said, refusing to allow her fear to creep into her voice, “We were friends Harry and we took it a step too far. What we felt was purely physical attraction, there was no romantic love there.”
“I felt it even if you didn’t.” He released her abruptly and she heard his footsteps as he walked away. They stopped abruptly as he spoke again, “I thought I’d finally got what I truly wanted, what I deserved for living the crappy life I did all those years. But then…” She heard his breath as he breathed out harshly, “You proved that life likes nothing more than stamping me into the ground.”
“That’s not true Harry, you have Ginny and I’ll never stop loving you as my friend, no matter what you do but-” She was cut off as she heard a door slam. He was gone and she was alone in a dark room. She hadn’t heard a key turn so she was free to leave it. She picked her way carefully back to the bed and flopped onto it, trying to calm herself.
“Don’t do it,” She whispered to herself, pleading that the tears that were trying to fall wouldn’t. It was no use, as she uttered the words the first tear of many fell onto the pillow. She sobbed uncontrollably until she heard the door open. She silenced herself with a hand, refusing to allow anyone else to hear her weakness. Someone climbed onto the bed.
“It’s okay,” Ginny said, lying behind her and wrapping an arm over her, “You can cry but you have to fight. Feel the pain, embrace it but then you have to be strong. Fight for him.”
Hermione nearly choked on the sob that bubbled out of her at Ginny’s words of comfort. She had no idea of the betrayal and pain she should feel too and she was comforting the very woman who was to blame for that. She smoothed Hermione’s hair down with her hand, uttering more comforting sounds until Hermione thought she might burst but she didn’t. She controlled herself, forcing back the sobs until they stopped enough for her to talk.
“We have to go,” Hermione said, her voice sounding strange to her own ears, “I have work to do.”
Hermione jumped awake, her eyes searching her surroundings. She was no longer in the study though she didn’t recognise the room at all. She was laying on a foreign bed with someone’s jacket over her, it wasn’t Barty’s. She pushed it off sitting up, the room was in almost complete darkness making it hard to see where she was.
“You make me sick, do you know that?” She heard Harry’s voice but she couldn’t see him.
“Why does love make you sick?” She asked, her eyes searching but still not finding the source of his words.
“What you feel for him isn’t love, it can’t be.”
“Why not?” She asked, sliding her feet down from the bed to the floor.
“Because…” His voice trailed off.
Hermione closed her eyes as she spoke, terrified of what she was about to say, “Because it’s not you I’m in love with.”
“That’s not true.” Harry’s voice was closer now, she could tell from his tone he was restraining himself.
“Harry, what happened to you?” She stood, moving through the darkness, her hands held a little in front of her, “What changed you so much? Was it the war? Did all that weight that rested on your shoulders finally break you?”
He remained silent and she stopped moving, standing totally still, “You can talk to me Harry.”
“I don’t want your pity, Hermione.” His voice was near her ear and to the side making her turn quickly.
“It’s not pity Harry, you obviously forget who you’re talking to. I don’t do pity. I think it’s insulting.” She held out a hand into the darkness, “You were a true friend to me once Harry, I still want that but you have to realise we’re no more than that. Friends.”
She trembled a little at the silence in the room, not a sound could be heard and she almost let her hand drop but kept it up though it wasn’t steady. Out of the darkness a hand smacked it down for her making her recoil a little.
“Do friends do what we did Hermione?” He voice was very close and she felt his hands on her arms as he shook her little, “How can you dismiss what we felt then?”
“Because that’s all we had,” She said, refusing to allow her fear to creep into her voice, “We were friends Harry and we took it a step too far. What we felt was purely physical attraction, there was no romantic love there.”
“I felt it even if you didn’t.” He released her abruptly and she heard his footsteps as he walked away. They stopped abruptly as he spoke again, “I thought I’d finally got what I truly wanted, what I deserved for living the crappy life I did all those years. But then…” She heard his breath as he breathed out harshly, “You proved that life likes nothing more than stamping me into the ground.”
“That’s not true Harry, you have Ginny and I’ll never stop loving you as my friend, no matter what you do but-” She was cut off as she heard a door slam. He was gone and she was alone in a dark room. She hadn’t heard a key turn so she was free to leave it. She picked her way carefully back to the bed and flopped onto it, trying to calm herself.
“Don’t do it,” She whispered to herself, pleading that the tears that were trying to fall wouldn’t. It was no use, as she uttered the words the first tear of many fell onto the pillow. She sobbed uncontrollably until she heard the door open. She silenced herself with a hand, refusing to allow anyone else to hear her weakness. Someone climbed onto the bed.
“It’s okay,” Ginny said, lying behind her and wrapping an arm over her, “You can cry but you have to fight. Feel the pain, embrace it but then you have to be strong. Fight for him.”
Hermione nearly choked on the sob that bubbled out of her at Ginny’s words of comfort. She had no idea of the betrayal and pain she should feel too and she was comforting the very woman who was to blame for that. She smoothed Hermione’s hair down with her hand, uttering more comforting sounds until Hermione thought she might burst but she didn’t. She controlled herself, forcing back the sobs until they stopped enough for her to talk.
“We have to go,” Hermione said, her voice sounding strange to her own ears, “I have work to do.”