Never the Two Shall Meet
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
2,052
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, the characters belong to JK Rowling and I get no money for writing this. It's just for fun.
Tears
The Slytherins hurried out of class with smiles. All except for one who took his time. He dawdled with packing his bag, trying to time his exit with mine, Harry and Ron’s. He sidled up behind us as we left the room. Neville was waiting in the hall to apologize.
“I’m so sorry Hermione. If you hadn’t helped me you wouldn’t have to suffer through an evening with Snape.”
“It’s alright Neville it was worth it to see Harry laugh for the first time in months.”
“Thanks ‘Mione,” Harry said. “But you didn’t have to get detention to see me laugh.”
“Yeah, Mudblood, all you had to do was confess how much you love him. Bet that would have made him laugh.”
“Shut it Malfoy. No one asked you,” Ron was getting red in the face.
"Aww… what’s wrong Weasel, did you think she loved you?! You with no money to your name. I bet she prefers to have someone who can afford to take her places”
“You slimy git, I’ll hex you for that!” Ron could barely control his temper. With all the tension in the air of late it was no surprise.
“Ron, it’s alright. He isn’t worth it. I’m not going to let it bother me,” I said with a pointed look at Malfoy, “He can’t help that he has no idea what it feels like to have someone love him. Not even as a friend.”
“Unless you plan on serving another detention, I would suggest moving along, Miss Granger. Take your pets with you,” Snape had suddenly appeared behind us. “Mr. Malfoy, a word please.”
With a final sneer in our direction Malfoy followed Snape back into the classroom.
“Why did you stop me ‘Mione? He deserves to be hexed.”
“I won’t deny it but we don’t need you getting into trouble right now. Not with a battle looming over our heads.”
“Oh, but its alright for you to get detention is it?”
“Well that was different. Neville needed my help and Harry doesn’t have time to sit in the Hospital Wing waiting for Madam Pomfrey to sort out what ever mess a screwed up potion would have caused. Sorry Neville.”
“It’s ok you're right. Snape just makes me so nervous,” Neville said.
“He makes a lot of people nervous. Now who’s ready for lunch?” I hurry to mention food so I can get Ron off the subject of my time in the dungeons tonight.
“I could use something I guess,” Ron sounds grumpy still but I can tell it is passing.
We hurry into the Great Hall to find our seats. I stay for a few minutes then decide I can’t just sit, I have to do something.
“I’m not really hungry so I’ll catch up with you later,” Before anyone can say anything I jump from my seat and rush out of the room.
It’s a nice day so instead of running to my usual hiding place I wander out onto the grounds. It seems no matter how hard I try not to think about the coming fight I can’t get it out of my mind.
What is going to happen? Who is going to win the war? Who is not going to come back? I fear for my friends who are all willingly laying down their lives to help get rid of Voldemort. I worry about what Harry is going to have to do to defeat him. I can’t bear the thought of something happening to Ron or any of the Weasley’s. It is comforting to know Harry has already made sure Ginny will stay out of things. He is the only one who could make her listen to reason. She wanted to be in the middle of it, but Harry pointed out that he needed to know she was safe or he would be to busy worrying about her to keep himself from being killed. Drastic, maybe, but it worked. So that is one friend less to have to say goodbye to. The worst one is him. What if he leaves and can’t come back? What if Voldemort finds out which side he is truly on? What if… oh I can’t bear to think on it any longer.
I pull myself from my thoughts as I run through the castle trying to get to my room before the tears come. Not an easy task as I try to avoid being seen. Now is not the time to have a million questions about what is bothering me. I rush up the steps not watching where I am going. Almost falling as I come to a sudden halt at the Fat Lady’s portrait. She is staring at me as if she was afraid I would run right through her.“
“Romanian Longhorn!”
She is only half open when I squeeze into the hole, jumping out of the other end as I sprint the final distance to my room. Luckily no one is in here. The others are probably still enjoying their lunch. I sprawl on my bed allowing the tears to come. My shoulders shake, and sobs tear from my throat at the thought that he may not make it out alive.
How would I be able to get through the rest of my life if he weren’t here for me? How would I survive? After the fight I was hoping we could bring our love out into the open, not have to hide any longer. Everyone would understand, as long as they know he was never truly one of those horrid people. It was just so hard to deal with this threat hanging over our heads.
As I lay there with the sobbing finally slowing I heard a soft scratching at the window. Looking over I spot one of the school owls waiting patiently for me to open the window. Crossing the room I allow entrance long enough to take the offered letter from the owl's leg. Slowly unrolling the parchment as I return to my bed.
Hermione,
I saw you running through the halls looking very upset. Is everything alright? I have been worrying since I spotted you. Please don’t be sad. I know things are difficult right now, but it will all be over soon. One way or another we will get through this. I promise! I will see you later and I hope you will be feeling better.
I dried my tears as I read. It made me feel a little better to see his promise that things would be fine. Even if he can’t keep this promise at least I know he will be trying. Realizing the time I grab my bag hoping I won’t be late for Charms as I rush off to class.
“I’m so sorry Hermione. If you hadn’t helped me you wouldn’t have to suffer through an evening with Snape.”
“It’s alright Neville it was worth it to see Harry laugh for the first time in months.”
“Thanks ‘Mione,” Harry said. “But you didn’t have to get detention to see me laugh.”
“Yeah, Mudblood, all you had to do was confess how much you love him. Bet that would have made him laugh.”
“Shut it Malfoy. No one asked you,” Ron was getting red in the face.
"Aww… what’s wrong Weasel, did you think she loved you?! You with no money to your name. I bet she prefers to have someone who can afford to take her places”
“You slimy git, I’ll hex you for that!” Ron could barely control his temper. With all the tension in the air of late it was no surprise.
“Ron, it’s alright. He isn’t worth it. I’m not going to let it bother me,” I said with a pointed look at Malfoy, “He can’t help that he has no idea what it feels like to have someone love him. Not even as a friend.”
“Unless you plan on serving another detention, I would suggest moving along, Miss Granger. Take your pets with you,” Snape had suddenly appeared behind us. “Mr. Malfoy, a word please.”
With a final sneer in our direction Malfoy followed Snape back into the classroom.
“Why did you stop me ‘Mione? He deserves to be hexed.”
“I won’t deny it but we don’t need you getting into trouble right now. Not with a battle looming over our heads.”
“Oh, but its alright for you to get detention is it?”
“Well that was different. Neville needed my help and Harry doesn’t have time to sit in the Hospital Wing waiting for Madam Pomfrey to sort out what ever mess a screwed up potion would have caused. Sorry Neville.”
“It’s ok you're right. Snape just makes me so nervous,” Neville said.
“He makes a lot of people nervous. Now who’s ready for lunch?” I hurry to mention food so I can get Ron off the subject of my time in the dungeons tonight.
“I could use something I guess,” Ron sounds grumpy still but I can tell it is passing.
We hurry into the Great Hall to find our seats. I stay for a few minutes then decide I can’t just sit, I have to do something.
“I’m not really hungry so I’ll catch up with you later,” Before anyone can say anything I jump from my seat and rush out of the room.
It’s a nice day so instead of running to my usual hiding place I wander out onto the grounds. It seems no matter how hard I try not to think about the coming fight I can’t get it out of my mind.
What is going to happen? Who is going to win the war? Who is not going to come back? I fear for my friends who are all willingly laying down their lives to help get rid of Voldemort. I worry about what Harry is going to have to do to defeat him. I can’t bear the thought of something happening to Ron or any of the Weasley’s. It is comforting to know Harry has already made sure Ginny will stay out of things. He is the only one who could make her listen to reason. She wanted to be in the middle of it, but Harry pointed out that he needed to know she was safe or he would be to busy worrying about her to keep himself from being killed. Drastic, maybe, but it worked. So that is one friend less to have to say goodbye to. The worst one is him. What if he leaves and can’t come back? What if Voldemort finds out which side he is truly on? What if… oh I can’t bear to think on it any longer.
I pull myself from my thoughts as I run through the castle trying to get to my room before the tears come. Not an easy task as I try to avoid being seen. Now is not the time to have a million questions about what is bothering me. I rush up the steps not watching where I am going. Almost falling as I come to a sudden halt at the Fat Lady’s portrait. She is staring at me as if she was afraid I would run right through her.“
“Romanian Longhorn!”
She is only half open when I squeeze into the hole, jumping out of the other end as I sprint the final distance to my room. Luckily no one is in here. The others are probably still enjoying their lunch. I sprawl on my bed allowing the tears to come. My shoulders shake, and sobs tear from my throat at the thought that he may not make it out alive.
How would I be able to get through the rest of my life if he weren’t here for me? How would I survive? After the fight I was hoping we could bring our love out into the open, not have to hide any longer. Everyone would understand, as long as they know he was never truly one of those horrid people. It was just so hard to deal with this threat hanging over our heads.
As I lay there with the sobbing finally slowing I heard a soft scratching at the window. Looking over I spot one of the school owls waiting patiently for me to open the window. Crossing the room I allow entrance long enough to take the offered letter from the owl's leg. Slowly unrolling the parchment as I return to my bed.
Hermione,
I saw you running through the halls looking very upset. Is everything alright? I have been worrying since I spotted you. Please don’t be sad. I know things are difficult right now, but it will all be over soon. One way or another we will get through this. I promise! I will see you later and I hope you will be feeling better.
I dried my tears as I read. It made me feel a little better to see his promise that things would be fine. Even if he can’t keep this promise at least I know he will be trying. Realizing the time I grab my bag hoping I won’t be late for Charms as I rush off to class.