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You, Me, and everything in between	By : ScarletEmma Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1128 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 1
Disclaimer: These
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You, Me, and
Everything Between

"You’re
such a good friend."
I cringed as those faithful words
repeated in my head. Of course I was a friend. I’m Hermione
Granger. The cleverest student that graced Hogwarts. The one who
fought besides Harry Potter until Voldemort’s last breath. The
girl who watched her best friends move on with their lives, taking
relationships for granted. The reliable know-it-all. The loyal
shoulder to lean on. The friend patiently standing on the side lines.
Merlin, I’ve become pathetic.
I stared into my reflection
examining myself. My bushy brown hair still flared in every
direction. I had hardly grown since my 5th year. I was too skinny in
medical standards. All those missed meals and lack of excise, left me
without any feminine curves. Readjusting my reading glasses, I rubbed
my dull brown eyes.
"If you just place a glamour charm,
you’d be nice to look at." The familiar words of my
friends echoed in my ears. Shaking my head, I buttoned my peach
blouse.
"Shape up Granger. You can do this." With one
last glance, I apparated to my waiting appointment.

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They were already
seated when I reached the muggle restaurant. Ron was snuggling with
his current fling, allowing her hands to run throw his red hair. His
ocean eyes gleamed with mirth and devilish grin spread. Mandy or Amy
whatever her name, giggled, while he nipped her ear. Disgusted I
turned to see Harry smile in his boyish way. Only his expression was
because of his date whispering something into his ear. By the manner
of his emerald eyes darkening and lips tightening, it was probably
naughty. Finally noticing my arrival, Harry brushed his raven hair
aside, covering his famous lightening scar.
"Hermione!"
He waved enthusiastically. Plastering on my best smile, I sat
gracefully across from them. Inwardly I cheered as the girls frowned
from my friend’s attention towards me. After the usual
pleasantries, we sat waiting for our dinner. Feeling a bit awkward
the girls, cleared their throats stating the needed to use the ladies
room.
"Where’s Greg?" Ron asked after their
departure.
"In New York," I drank my red wine.
"What
for?" Harry said curiously.
"He has a conference to
prepare for." I answered keeping my bitterness inside.
"It’s
your birthday." They both blurted, showing signs of pity.
"So?"
I swallowed my drink quickly.
"He’s your boyfriend."
Harry stated in a rather obvious tone. Hating to see their
sympathetic glances and affectionate words, I fabricated my every
word.
"No we were never official. We had common interests but
nothing serious." I poured myself another glass, ignoring the
ways the stared at me. Before they could continue their companion’s
returned and frivolous conversation started. Luckily dinner finished
quickly and I made my normal existing comments. Exhausted from Harry
and Ron, and their blunt worries, I collapsed onto my bed wishing for
escape.

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"Happy Birthday
to you!" The crowd sang rambunctiously, as I blew the candles
out. Cutting my home made cake, I watched as my adopted family and
friends smile among one another. Molly weave throw the mass, calling
everyone to eat. Arthur and Remus stood aside laughing at the
children playing before them. I heard booms and thumps from the
Weasley twins, showing off their new tricks, trying their best to
impress. Ginny grabbed Neville to dance with the live band, while her
other brother’s felt empathetic at the poor boy’s face.

I received so many gifts that I created a massive pile on the far
table. It felt nice to know some many people cared, even though they
had no clue about the inner workings of my mind. But like always I
fell upon Harry, who was surrounded by walking goddess. Blinking away
a tear, I grimed in thought. I was in love with my best friend. How
cliché that idea was? But it was true. Years of being by his
side, fabricated emotions, I could only feel for him.
Draining my
cup, I left the busy Burrow, for seclusion. The leaves of autumn
materialized before me, allowing beautiful colors of red, orange, and
gold. I inhaled the crisp air, letting its coolness slide down my
lung. Spotting the fallen tree, and sat watching the flowing creek
gliding away from me. So lost in my thoughts, I didn’t hear the
crackling of grass behind me.
"Good day Hermione," I
shivered at that seductive voice. He was always chilling with his
tone, no matter the moment or time.
"Severus," I
replied, trying my best to stay calm.
"Happy 25th," he
presented a small box. Intrigued I opened the gift to see a tiny key
inside. Confused I looked up to see him, standing very close to
me.
"I’m leaving." His black pupils reflected my
face. "I have decided to leave for Italy. The I.D.P. project has
made me a very generous offer."
"When?"
"2
weeks."
"Oh," I felt my stomach in in grief. "What
do you want me to say?" Silence came upon us, like it usually
did. The memories of him tumbled in my head like a spinning wheel.
During the war, many had realized they would die in any battle. This
allowed caution to be thrown into the wind and daring acts among the
emotional people. It caused the once studious Ms. Granger and the
acid Professor Snape an affair that last through the painful years.
They didn’t love each other. Passion and intensity was their
only connection. Even after the war, they always found some way to
collide into their familiar embrace.
"Come with me. I have a
house secluded away in Tuscany. You could do what ever you want. If
you like, you could assist me, with my research. We can live away
from this." His lean hand waved at the distant party.
"How
do you know I want to leave? What makes you thinks, I would go? I’m
happy where I am." I crossed my arms, angry from his ability to
irk my senses still.
"Liar," he spat, grabbing my
shoulders. "You can lie to your thick headed friends. You can
lie to yourself. But you can not lie to me." His long fingers
snake into my hair, pulling me closer towards him. "Join me, I
grantee your every desire."
"Why?"
"Because
I want you," he purred brushing his lips against my cheek.
"You
don’t need me anymore." I couldn’t help but quiver
at his hot breath.
"Hermione," wordlessly he leaned in,
capturing my eager lips. Unable to fight his touch, I wrapped my arms
around his swam like neck. Severus could always shut the pain away.
When Hagrid died, he held me so close, I thought we were one. The
brutal deaths of my parents gave him access to my every necessity.
Harry’s statement of regret and mistakes, allowed his tongue
every inch of my body. He was not the ideal man. No words of romantic
praise crossed his lips. His manner was honest and sometimes cruel.
But I always knew where I stood with him. I never doubted Severus for
he simply spoke his mind.
“Hermione...Hermione," I
heard my name behind us. Breaking away from Severus caresses, I saw a
fluster Harry Potter looking like an embarrassed boy, catching his
parents in an illicit act, I cleared my throat loudly. Quickly
returning to his cool manner, Harry glare at our old Professor.
"Snape."
"Potter," he smirked. "Enjoying
the party?"
"Yes," Harry stated briskly. "I
wanted to speak with you." He ignored Severus sneer. "Alone."
Raising his dark brow, Severus whispered into my ear.
"We’ll
continue this later." Turning with utter confidence, we watched
as his robe floated behind him.
"What did you want to talk
about?" I anxiously asked trying to wipe the tension away.
Giving me his ‘I will not forget look,’ Harry only
reached for my hand.
"Happy Birthday," he kissed my
palm. Smiling like a schoolgirl, I giggled at his action. Merlin I
loved him. Why couldn’t he see me? Why did I have to be just
the friend?
"Thank you for the party. I’m sure you and
Ron put lots of effort into it." I teased, knowing fully it was
all Ginny’s idea.
"You know us." He shrugged,
laughing freely. "Are you okay?" Harry suddenly said in a
serious tone.
"Of course I am. Why would you say that?"
I quickened my pace for the house.
"Intuition," he
grabbed my wrist. "What is it? You know you can tell me."
"I
know." I messed his untidy hair. "I’m fine." He
thinned his lip, knowing I was telling a straight lie. But through
the years of friendship, we had created a silent pact between us.
When we need to speak, time would stand still for us. Yet if
isolation is what we wanted, neither would break that vow.
"All
right," he laced his fingers with mine. "Promise you’ll
tell me in the future?"
"Always Harry," I willingly
followed him back into the party, allowing him the lead role.

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Knock Knock

Puzzled
at the noise, I opened my apartment door to see Severus Snape before
me. He was dress in his long black robes with his dark hair tied
behind him. Holding an expensive bottle of white wine, he walked
uninvited into my home.
"What are you doing here?" I
demeaned still unsure how to face him. Since his request 3 days ago,
I had not a moment’s peace with his repeating owls and
appearances.
"You have been avoiding me. I don’t like
being neglected Ms. Granger." The hissing noise of the bottle
filled the room. "Are you afraid?"
"I assure you
Professor Snape, I have nothing to fear."
"I’m not
a Professor anymore. And you certainly have not used that phrase
since your 7th year." He smugly answered showing off his pear
white teeth.
"Well it’s been a long time. I think its
time we all moved on." I clenched my fist, as he sat easily in
my favorite purple chair.
"Really? Like you’re doing
with Potter? Wait… he still thinks of you as a sister."
Severus sipped his glass. "Face it Hermione you’re still
stuck."
"How about you? You owl me every day. Trail my
every move, and irritate the hell out of me. And you tell me I’m
stuck!"
"I have tired with other parties." His
voice oozed smoothly. "I just know what I want. Admit it, you
miss me." His tall figure started advancing towards me. "I
have heard about your little boys trying to fill your needs. I see
you laugh in hollow tones at boring and mindless functions. I know
you’re going crazy for wanting the hero but never getting
anything." I froze unable to move from the truth. "I could
make you forget. I have done it before. You screamed with pleasure
then."
"I’m older now. I have had
better."
"Perhaps," his tone softened. "But
it’s still not him."
"No they’re not."
"We
are both creatures of intelligence. We can not trick our minds to
believe in illusions." His hands ran down my cold skin. "Come
with me Hermione. We will explore the depth of our own creation. No
shadows of Potter. No ghosts of war. Just us in what we desire most
among the sweet bliss of satisfaction."
"I don’t
know what I want." I felt my walls crumble to this persistent
man.
"Then just follow my lead, until you find out."
Before I could say no, I fall into his arms leaving trails of pieces
into my dark room.
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"Is it true?
Are you resigning?" Harry barged into my office. Filling my box
of files or items, I remain silent. "Damn it Hermione, are you
quitting?"
"Yes," I throw my last book inside the
full container.
"Why? This is your dream job. I mean you’re
the Director of Charms and Potions Development. The Ministry is at
your beck and call. Aurors don’t know how they survived without
you." Harry paced confused and shocked.
"It was Harry.
Day after day, I am waiting for something. I wait for Ron asking for
help. I wait for you and the usual advice. The demands always
continue and requests piling high. I have been the brain since I was
11. I don’t want this anymore." The hot tears of
confession flowed down my cheek. Guilty at making me cry, Harry
embraced me.
"I’m sorry. I didn’t know. If you’re
hap happy then quitting is not a bad thing. It’ll just be
different for Ron and me, not to see you every day. But you can write
again or take a vacation. That’s it. We can all go on vacation.
Ron and I have some time saved; we can go anywhere for a few weeks.
How about China or South America?" His tone was so sincere I
felt sick at what I was about to say.
"No Harry, I don’t
need a vacation with you guys."
"Oh," he answered
hurt. "Well some time alone would probably be best." Harry
tired his best not show the rejection.
"I…Harry…I
know what I am going to do." I spoke shaking all over.
"You
do?"
"I’m leaving." I turned away from his
face. "Italy to be exact. Severus offered me a place to stay. I
accepted his offer."
"What!"
"You can look
for another tenant in my flat. I will not need it for a long time.
Nicole would like it. You two seem pretty serious." I shrunk my
belongings quickly stuffing them into my robe. "Good bye Harry."
I left the room, not waiting for his
reply.

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It was eerie to see
my flat so empty. I had spent the last week packing and finishing
last minute arrangements. I ignored my owls and the pleading tones of
my friends. The only person I had contact with was Severus who
explained our arriving departure. He was going to come tomorrow and
Italy would be a blink away. Stacking my last box, I stared blankly
towards the wall.
My stomach soon bubbled with anticipation. Was
this what I really wanted? Could dropping everything I knew, make me
feel again? Would I erase Harry from my mind? Shall happiness fill my
heart once more?

Knock Knock

Absentminded with my deep
thoughts, I opened the door to see 3 very peeved people. Storming in,
Ginny fumed at my behavior. Ron stomped his feet, showing his anger,
and Harry gritted his teeth.
"You haven’t answered our
owls." Ron barked the first to attack.
"Hermione we have
been worried sick." Ginny stated trying to be the reasonable
one.
"I know. I’m really sorry. I’ve been
busy."
"Packing. You’re really leaving."
Harry finished glancing around the apartment. So concerned about me,
the two Weasleys missed the piles of boxes. Mirroring their horror
and astonishment, they rapidly spoke.
"Why are you doing
this?"
"It is because of Greg?"
"I’ll
beat the arrogant piss head."
"He’s not worth
this."
"You’ll find someone better."
"No,"
I mumbled. "I need to do this. I want to go." I moved to
sit away from them.
"But what about us? Mione you’re
just going leave. Aren’t you going to miss us?" Ron
expressed his honest questions, clearly demanding with gloominess.

"Tell us what’s wrong?" Ginny pleaded eagerly
hoping to fix my decision.
"You wouldn’t
understand."
"Try us," Harry said so quietly it
almost was missed.
"Because there is nothing else for me to
do." I answered with defeat. "I’m not the golden
child of Hogwarts. I have no more patients or battles to care for. I
have been praised from the best Potions Masters to Charms Experts. My
goals have been achieved beyond expectation. I’m the bloody
best I can be and I’m revolted by it." Ron opened his
mouth, but I continued my ranting. "I’ve spent my life for
you. I’m exhausted from the image I have created for myself. I
feel like I’m living in a cycle of the past but standing in my
foggy future. I built walls so high; I have no real connection with
my emotions. I’m Hermione know-it-all Granger. I want something
else. I crave it."
"So you’re running away with
Snape! The heartless bastard is your choice of escape." Harry
shouted suddenly.
"Yes because he doesn’t demand or
abuse me!"
"How could you say that! We’re your
best friends." Ron snapped in anger.
"We were! Can you
honestly say you know me anymore." I felt my heart clench at
their pale faces.
"You seriously think that." Ginny
broke the silence that fell over the once great team.
"Yes, I
do."
"Then we’ll leave you alone!" Ron stood
screaming. "Go to your savior!" Rushing for the door, it
thumped impacting the wall. "I hope he knows who you are."
Then left making my tears evident.
"Ron!" Ginny called
out. "Merlins Hermione, how could you do this? We love you like
family."
"You loved the old me Ginny. Not this," I
pointed to my disheveled appearance. She gave a remorseful look, only
replying softly.
"Maybe you are right, but this is your own
doing. You have been shutting us out for a long time. We definitely
had nothing to do with this." Soon she followed her brother’s
exist leaving only two. We stood staring into each other, trying to
read the other’s thoughts.
"Do you love him?"
Harry finally said.
"No, that’s absurd." I shook
my head from the idea. "Why would you ask that?"
"Because
Hermione, it’s been years and you still fall into each others
arms. Anyone with a brain would think that. Hell you’re bloody
deserting us for him. What am I suppose to think?"
"He
offered. No one else has."
"You just haven’t given
anyone the chance." Harry moved closer towards me. "You’ve
been creating an illusion of what you need with him."
"I’m
not a child. I know what I have with him and what I need. You can not
tell me my mistakes."
"I have never done so."
"Yes
you have! Trust me I remember," I spoke with
harshness.
"Hermione," his eyes shut in reminisces. "We
were young. Our minds were not thinking of real emotions. We only
went with our hormones."
"Thanks for degrading my first
time." I pulled from his touch.
"Damn it, I thought we
were past all of that!"
"I am." I glared hurt. "Get
out Harry!"
"I’m not letting you go and tumbling
into Snape’s bed."
"Too late," I pointed my
wand in his face. "I’m leaving Harry and no one can stop
me. Just go before we say or do anything we’ll regret."
Staring intently into my wand, his lips broke into a knowing
smile.
"Fine, go and have your fun. But remember this
Hermione, you can’t runaway forever. You’ll return home
to us." With a pop, he disappeared before my very eyes.
Finally
allowing the events to sink through, I fell onto the floor. Crying
with my whole heart, I sobbed those haunting questions. Why Harry!
Why couldn’t you just let me go? I need to move on. Did you
just like to pull my tight collar? Could you allow my heart to heal?
Will I ever have the strength you leave our past behind?

A.N. Hello folks! This is a reload. Its been about a year since I wrote anything and I finally have the flow back. Hopefully you like this and give me plenty of reviews! For those who like Taming Your Will be prepared, the fun is just beginning. :)
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