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Better Than Reality
Why couldn't any of them understand the he simply wanted to be left alone? He wasn't sad, angry, upset, devestated, or any other negative emotion. He'd long since dealt with the events of his fifth year and all the letters from everyone was just a reminder of what he was trying to forget.
Nothing to Do But Wait
She could care less what they thought of her, however bothersome it was; it was Harry she was concerned for.
Hermione felt tears well in her eyes at his voice. She didn't know whether they were out of anger, shock, sadness, or whatever else she happened to be feeling.
"Wait," Harry blurted out. She stopped but didn't turn around. "I know you don't like me," he said slowly, regretting every word as it came out.
Cards on the Table
"Did you ever stop to think that maybe, just maybe, Harry misses you?"
Slowly But Surely
Harry mentally slapped himself in the face. The signs were all there. She told him she needed him. She told him she didn't feel important anymore and that someone else was above her. She told him she sat up night after night, waiting. She even told him about her parents.
A Breath of Fresh Air
The concept didn't make sense to anyone he tried to explain it to. Sometimes he didn't understand it himself. But it worked for Harry.
The Importance of the Third Wheel
Now that they were "together" again, Ron would go back to being the third wheel. He knew they weren't doing it on purpose, but it still bothered him.
Ginny couldn't understand what the big deal was. Whenever it came to Harry, everyone knew evetyhing. No questions asked. Now all of a sudden there was some secrecy going on?
"Promise you'll be here when I wake up?"
Worth a Thousand Feelings
It's a heartbreaking thing, to see the strongest person you know crumble before you.
"...We'll do ten just to play it safe."
Back to Hogwarts
Already piled high with N.E.W.T. level class work and home work, Harry was unsure of how he was going to make it through nine more months of school.
Truth Will Out
He went through his classes like a zombie, staring blankly into space and giving half-hearted answers only when spoken to. Ron tried to keep him engaged, but Harry’s mind always went back to Hermione.
Hermione had to be strong for the both of them.
She produced an entire box full of pictures of Harry and Hermione from first year until recently. How she had managed to do this was beyond Harry.
Everyone Needs a Friend
“You’re a very good friend, Ron Weasley.”
He loved her dearly, but as the old saying goes, if you love something you have to be willing to set it free.
Perhaps things had changed? Her bloodshot eyes and raw nose told a different tale.
For Who I Am
He wasn't even Harry anymore. He was just him.
The Name of the Game
Harry and Hermione were like magnets: no matter how far you pulled them apart, they would always find their way back to each other.
How did it come to this? Harry wondered.
But for now, she was having fun with her best friend and that was all that mattered.
So, naturally, everything had to go horribly, horribly wrong.
What's More Important
Harry could figure out how to deal with her sobbing every two seconds, but not the statue that was now his best friend.
Despite the circumstances, Harry had to admit he wasa tad glad for the opportunity to fall asleep with and wake up next to Hermione for the next four days. And though she was around her family, he was also glad that he could try to connect with her on a deeper level and perhaps break the final wall she had.
The Rise and Fall
There was a reason their various attempts had failed miserably. Hermione cared too much and Harry needed her.
"It's just a funeral. Doesn't make them any more or less dead."
Hermione was the one with the problem, not Harry. He needed to know that.
"I'm just saying that there's going to come a time when something's going to go wrong and Harry won't be there to pick up the pieces. And you're going to need to be able to survive on your own."
Hermione eyed the professor sideways; were they really having a debate about love? In this clas?
The Cord that Tethers
"There's just something I can't shake about all of this. And I don't know why."
What's Love Got to Do With It?
Crushes weren't fun. They made you want to tear your hair out and run for the hills.
"You can't draw a conclusion? I thought it was self-explanatory."
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