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thnx for reading guys! (tear) but alas, all things must come to an end so does this story. well neway hope u like it and watch for my new story coming out soon. i'll even giv u a brief summary of it:
Draco's used to the comfortable, rich, perfect life as a notorious bachelor. But what happens when he finds himself one morning in the same bed with Hermione Granger and a wedding band around his ring finger? DMHG
btw, this summary is no way connected to 'My Best Friends Wedding' fic
now lets get back where i left off...
Chapter 21 – Sappy Love Songs and Moving On
When a man loves a woman
Can't keep his mind on anything else
He'd trade the world for the good thing he's found
Harry sat alone in the darkness of his apartment and found himself singing along to sappy love songs on his muggle stereo, all his thoughts bent on Her. It's almost been 2 months since he last saw her but he still couldn't forgive himself for driving her away and into Ron's waiting arms.
If she is bad, he can't see it
She can do no wrong
Turn his back on his best friend if he put her down
But of course he couldn't blame Ron for wanting to be with her. She is, after all, smart, beautiful, caring, determined, and pretty much stood on a pedestal in his mind. What man in their right mind wouldn't want her?
When a man loves a woman
He'll spend his very last dime
Tryin' to hold on to what he needs
Harry had been sulking since he woke up that morning. In fact, that's all he's been doing for weeks now. He'd get up, stare at his ceiling for a good hour or so, shower, sulk for awhile, head down to the quidditch pitch, sulk again once he came back home, go to sleep, and do the exact same thing all over again. Day in and day out, he spent at practices even when he wasn't supposed to, just to try and get her out of his mind. But today there was a slight change of pace; he hadn't shown up for practice at all.
Harry was still singing to himself when there was a loud pop near the kitchen. Jill Hampton, one of his teammates from Puddlemere, apparated into his living room.
She looked around the darkened apartment worriedly.
She began to walk around, slowly searching for the heartbroken seeker. She made a face as the sad music wafted through the air around her. Finally, she spotted him sitting on the floor of his bedroom, his back leaning against the wall as if he had trouble sitting himself upright. He didn't even look like he noticed someone else was in his room for his eyes had a faraway stare in them. He was motionless, just his lips moving ever-so-softly along with the lyrics.
She briskly walked to his stereo and shut it off. Jill knew a thing or two about technology since she was a muggleborn herself.
Harry snapped out of his unconsciousness. "Hey! I was listening to that."
Jill picked up a pile of CDs strewn beside his stereo. "Yea, along with Misery, Fall to Pieces, She's Out of my Life, All By Myself… Harry what's gotten into you?" she said after reading the CD labels and dropping them on a chair.
"Nothing. Mind your business Jill," he replied rather coolly.
She ignored his words and threw open the curtains. Harry shielded his eyes as light poured into the once dark room. "Hey!"
"The team is my business, Harry. And since you're part of the team and one of our star players, you're my business too."
Harry looked at her in annoyance. There was an irritating quality about the way she stood, almost demanding respect and attention from everyone around her. Ever since he joined the team, Jill, being one of the older ones, made it her mission to protect him from any outside influence such as reporters and psychotic female fans. Almost acting like his big sister. Harry hadn't minded all that much, though he disliked the way she often looked down on him. Or most people for that matter.
"It's half past noon," she informed him in her arrogant tone. "You're late for practice…again."
Harry pretended not to hear her, as his hands fumbled around scattered photos on the floor. "Look," he said holding up a picture in his hand. "This one was taken our first year…on the train. She was perfect even back then."
Jill threw her head back in aggravation. "Let me guess…this is about what happened on your wedding day?"
He clenched his jaw but tried not to show his anger.
"Just because your best friend is shagging the woman of your dreams is no reason to be sitting here all day looking like an arse."
He glanced at her indifferently. "Thanks for coming here Jill. I feel so much better already," he said sarcastically as he got up and began to shove her out the door.
"Alright, sorry for being 'insensitive'," she said, bringing her hands up to make quotation mark gestures. "Don't you think you're just being a little too dramatic over all this?"
Harry didn't answer, only continued glaring icily her way.
"Look, just come to practice with me. It's not healthy going on the way you do."
Harry took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. She may be a wall when it comes to love and feelings, but she did have a point. In the end, he complied with her request.
Hermione was standing in front of the dresser slowly combing her hair. She looked tranced, thinking about her decision that fateful day when Harry caught up to her on the train. Since that day, she's been traveling a lot with Ron. Was she doing the right thing? She would like to think so.
Just then Ron entered the bedroom and glanced at her.
"'Mione?" It took her several seconds to react as she finally acknowledged his presence. "You alright?" She feigned a smile.
"Just don't know if I'm doing the right thing is all."
He walked to her side and tightly wrapped his arms around her. "I do," he said, placing a kiss on the top of her head. "Don't worry. I'll be there every step of the way." His words gave her comfort as she smiled to herself.
"Potter! Ai, Potter!"
Harry snapped back to reality as a bludger whizzed past his head.
"Watch it there!"
He frantically looked around to see if the snitch was anywhere nearby, but instead saw all of his teammates vigilantly watching him.
"What?" he asked in confusion.
"Alright Hampton, bring it in," Oliver called down from the ground. Jill, carrying the quaffle, and all the players landed and dismounted their brooms. "We'll call it a day," he said with a sigh. "Don't forget we're playing the Magpies next week so I want to see you six sharp." The team began to exit the pitch and head for the showers. As Harry was making his way to the locker rooms as well, his coach called him back.
"Except for you Potter. I want to have a word."
Harry watched the rest of his teammates leave as he caught Jill lift her eyebrows and give him a 'you're-in-trouble' look. He hesitantly turned around to face Oliver.
"Potter, you don't need me to tell you you've been slacking for the past couple of months." Harry sighed. A lecture was the last thing he wanted to hear right now. "Now at first, I ignored it. After the disaster at your wedding and all…" 'Why does everyone feel they have a need to keep reminding me?' "…but I am the coach and there's the game to consider. I have to keep in mind the team's best interests." Oliver paused, crossing his arms across his chest. "With the way you're pulling your weight, I'm gonna have to bench you."
Harry's mouth dropped open in protest. "No…you can't bench me! I'm the seeker."
Oliver sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry Harry but we can't risk this one."
Harry stared at the ground angrily.
"Hey. I know it's none of my business, but before you can concentrate on the game maybe you ought to take care of some unfinished business." Oliver glanced across the field briefly before leaving him alone. Harry stared after his coach curiously then followed his gaze across the field.
To his surprise, there was someone standing there in the middle of the green.
He wanted to run up to her and scoop her up in his arms but he found he couldn't move. It was miracle he could even still breathe. So instead, she approached him.
There was a long interval of silence as both just stared at each other with nothing to say.
"It's good to see you," Harry finally said. '"It's good to see you"? What the bloody hell was that?' he scolded himself. "You look good…I mean, you always look good," he added and cursed to himself.
Hermione grinned at him. "Thanks. So do you." Though in truth, it was quite obvious he was not doing so well. The bags under his eyes give away the fact that he hasn't been sleeping lately, and his dismal appearance was nothing short of miserable.
"So what brings you here? How are things with...um…Ron?" He lowered his eyes as he said the redhead's name.
"Harry, there is no 'me and Ron'," she said, lightly touching his hand.
He brought his face up to meet her eyes. "What? But I thought…"
"There's nothing between us. Nothing romantic anyway."
Harry blinked several times. He couldn't believe his ears.
"The only reason I left after you caught up with us was because I wasn't sure if you meant it." Hermione finally mustered up enough courage to bring her hand up to his face and caressed his cheek. "If you really loved me I knew you'd wait for me."
For the first time in months, a smile stretched across Harry's lips. He gently bound his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "You are a crafty one, Ms. Hermione Granger."
Gradually, he leaned down to kiss her. 'Oh, this is so romantic!' Hermione thought, feeling all her insides tingle with excitement. 'This moment cannot be anymore perfect.' Just as his lips hovered right above her lips, something wet shot up their legs. Hermione cried out then laughed. Just their luck, the sprinkles had come on. The initial shock had them both speechless but soon recovered and laughed themselves hoarse.
Harry looked up at the stands to see Ron grinning playfully at them, but before he could reciprocate with a glare, Hermione pulled his face down, his lips crashing onto hers.
'This is heaven,' she thought, parting her lips to allow him entry. They were soaking wet, still standing in the middle of the green but neither cared. They were together at last. Neither cared about what happened in the past, or where they were going to end up in the future. As long as they were in each other's arms now, the universe of time stood still.
Harry pulled away and leaned his forehead on hers, her arms still around his neck. "Crazy," he began singing into her ear. "I'm crazy for feeling so lonely."
Hermione laughed and swayed her body to his voice.
"I'm crazy. Crazy for feelin so blue.
I'm crazy for trying
And I'm crazy for crying…"
Up on the stands, Ron watched his two best friends dancing and staring into each other's eyes like they were the only two people in the world. Though it pained him to see this, he smiled. 'At least she's happy,' he told himself. 'They both are.' Ron turned to leave, suddenly feeling emptiness somewhere inside him.
"And I'm crazy for loving you."