Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters yatta yatta you get the picture

A/N: I've been meaning to post this third and last chappie, but I've been so busy! So I'm making myself finish it up. Enjoy!

The next morning I awoke groggy, and depressed. When I looked out the window I noticed it was still dark and came to the conclusion that the loud claps of thunder was what woke me. 'Great. A rainy day is just what I need.' Sarcasm was the first definite sign of depression. Looking at the clock, I groaned noticing it was 2:00 in the morning. I plopped back onto my four-poster and slowly dragged my hands down my face, trying to get the sleep out of my eyes. I knew it was no use trying to go back to sleep; once I'm up, I'm not going back. I pulled my robe over my Pj's and dragged my feet down to common room. I suddenly became wide awake and froze where I was; all the memories of yesterday flooding back. There on the couch, in front of the doused fire, was a shivering Hermione. I loosened once I realized she lay sleeping. A book was propped open on her stomach, threatening to fall on the floor. I hurried over, and very carefully removed the book from her stomach, placing it on the table. Then I quickly revived the fire, removed my robe, and securely wrapped her in it. Not knowing what else to do, I sat down in the armchair and scooted as close to her as possible. My eyes wandered everywhere: her eyelids, cheeks, her luscious lips glistening in the firelight. For hours I watched the slow rise and fall of her chest and stomach each time she took a breath. What a site. She was so beautiful. I knew I could never have her, and yet I still held on to that tiny piece of hope that she might finally see how we were meant to be together. Not Harry…he was so…not me. I just had to have her…to touch her. Trying to keep control over myself, I knelt beside her. I inched my hand towards her face. Slowly turning it as it got near her soft cheek. I touched it, aglow and shiny from the firelight, and warmth spread through my fingertips. I placed my other hand on her other cheek, framing her perfect face. I was just barely touching her cheeks while I stroked them with my thumbs. Such a wonderful creature. I wanted to kiss her, to hold her in my arms so badly. But I knew I had to resist, I would make a big mistake if I didn't. Desire showed so plainly on my face you'd think she was a veela. I hadn't noticed, but my face was centimeters away from hers so I breathed in deeply and images of honey, flowers and vanilla popped into my mind. A small smile escaped my lips and I closed my eyes. I couldn't control it any longer, it was as if my mind had….a mind of it's own. I was lost in her beauty. There was no turning back. My lips touched hers in a quick, gentle kiss. I suddenly had control over myself again and I quickly pulled away, but for some reason my hands did not. I panicked what had I done? What if she wakes up and finds me sitting here, stroking her face while she's sleeping? Her eyes started to move around under her eyelids, she softly groaned and tilted her head to the side, exposing her flawless neck. I sat stock-still, hoping she wouldn't wake, but she didn't move. I let out the breath I was holding and examined her vulnerable neck. I leaned closer yet again, knowing I had already gone too far and breathed on her neck, not moving a centimeter. Dare I touch my lips yet again to her helpless form? I lied to myself, shoving away the thought that I was violating her. Why did she have to fall asleep down here!? She was just waiting for someone to find her! It's not my fault she's so God damn breath-taking! A wave of guilt washed over me. I was violating her, I knew I was, I just couldn't bring myself to the horrible truth. Just looking at her the way I did was wrong. And I knew it. I gulped and pulled away from her. Then a new feeling aroused and I suddenly hated her for being gorgeous. Then none of this would have ever happened! But that didn't last long, I knew it was my fault. Even if she didn't look the way she did, I still would have done for I was also in love with Hermione, not just her looks. I love the way she walks, talks, her superb personality I just can't get enough of. And even though I hide it, I love when she proves me wrong. It seems a bit odd, but I love her just as much for her faults and wrongs. Every time she makes that stupid annoying little horror stricken face when she gets a paper back with 100% instead of 103%, I love her even more. All this I thought about while staring avidly at her face. For so long I sat there, I hadn't realized it was half past 6:00! Every fiber in my being wanted to give her one last kiss, I tried so hard to hold back. I was getting nearer, I couldn't stop myself once again. I was straining so heavily to just run back up to the boys dormitories, that my breathing became heavy against her cheek. Just one little peck on the cheek. No, I've done enough I should just leave! I was arguing with myself! Deep breaths in and out. Her hair was blowing across her cheek back and forth, tickling her face. Her eye twitched. I was so scared she was gonna wake up. I tried with one last effort to pull back and I sucked in a gulp of air fell back ward onto the table, sending the giant book I set there earlier crashing to the floor. I glanced at Hermione who stirred and was beginning to open her eyes. There was no time to grab my cloak that she used as a blanket so I dashed towards the stairs and shot upward, taking three steps at a time. I dived for my four-poster, yanked the covers over my head, and put a spell on myself to become drowsy, so I could hopefully fall back asleep. For I knew I definitely wouldn't sleep after what happened. By the time I woke up, it was about noon. It was a weekend so I needn't worry about classes, although they were the farthest thing from my mind. I jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes, and tore through the common room. I didn't know why, or what I was going to say, but I had to see Hermione. I just had to. I reached the Entrance Hall and kicked open the door to the grounds. Immediately I spotted Hermione and Harry holding hands, walking down a path a ways ahead of me. I started to jog towards them, when a hand on my shoulder stopped me. It was Fred. He looked depressed. "Hey little bro, could I talk to you for a sec?" "I--" I was about to tell him off when Hermione looked back at me, giving me a look that told me everything I needed to know. She knew. And she hated me for it. My entire world came crashing down. "You know that letter you saw before? Well it was from Katie. You know, Katie Bell?" he paused, waiting for a reaction that didn't come. "And, um… she just broke up with me. I--um-- thought you ought to know…" Still, no response. "I mean, who'd wanna date a guy like me anyway? Especially a woman like her…" I was half listening to Fred, half trying not to break down in tears. Still watching Hermione, her back to me now, I responded to him. But it wasn't the answer he was looking for because he looked at me with a curious, but confused expression. In a terrified voice I said with finalization, "That makes two of us." Then I slowly turned around, and walked away. Never looking back.

A/N: This is it , the end of the story. I know a three chapter story isn't much. But hey, my other one is only one chappie! I hope you liked it, please review!