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The Master of Death (And The Power of Life)	By : Marvolo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 7464 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“M..May I have my wand back” Harry asked. Hermione pointed to the counter where it lay. Harry quickly put the wand back in his pocket.
Ever since the war he was very uncomfortable being apart from it. He was worried about it being broken again, But was terrified of being unarmed. He turned to around to see Ginny staring at him in with dagger eyes..
“I want her gone Harry” she said coldly. “She's going to ruin everything”.
This took Harry by surprise since Ginny wasn't know to be the jealous type, especially with Hermione.
“After what she's been through I'm not kicking her out of my home. If you don't like it then stay in your room”. Harry said sharply earning a hollow glare as she went upstairs
When she left harry returned to the kitchen sitting with Hermione in silence. After 5 minutes he decided to break it. “Ron thinks where lover's?
Hermione answered stiffly “The alternative explanation is that I don't love him anymore. That it's his fault because he's become a drunk. A drunk who can't even remember that my parents are in St. Mungo's hospital....” Her voice broke briefly before pulling herself together. “Its easier for him to blame the “famous attention hogging Harry Potter” then to look in the mirror and face himself.” She paused when harry stayed silent she continued.
“I tried getting him to go to St. Mungo's but he refused. I even tried to get him committed but the healers said his case wasn't severe enough. They don't seem to understand. He's not just a drunk, He is manic, explosive, and depressed. His father has become powerful enough in the ministry too keep him out for him. He should've learned by now....” Hermione drifted off and they returned to silence.
After another 5 painfully silent minutes Harry spoke again. “Maybe we should have a few drinks. No fire whiskey just red whine”. Harry materialized two glasses moving to the living room couch.
Harry then lit the fire with his wand and touched glasses with Hermione.
"To the Dursleys, for not coming back". Harry toasted getting a smile out of Hermione. After a few drinks they began to loosen up.
“You know Harry” Hermione said. “This is the first time we spent anytime alone since Ro....HE abandoned us in the wilderness”. Hermione's mood darkened. “How come I forgave HIM for that.....Well HE earned it I guess......HOW is HE goning to earn it this time. How..... HOW DID HE MAKE ME FALL FOR HIM”.
She was now crying in Harry's shoulder. The wine has making her face the situation for the first time without hiding behind righteous anger. Harry was holding back his own tears at this point. As he held Hermione it was starting to sink in that he may have just lost his best friend. Hermione continued.
“I was never going to be the girl who fell in love with an asshole. I was going to go for the nice guy. I'm supposed to be smart. How come I can't tell the difference?” Seeing Hermione like this was breaking Harry's heart and he refused to let her blame herself.
“Stop it Hermione” Harry whispered soothingly. “I know for a fact your not that type of girl. Ron's a good guy it's the war that has messed him up”.
“No” Hermione interrupted. “He is a rude, inconsiderate, immature, asshole he always was and still is. He always puts me down and he puts others down. I thought I could help him. I mean....he was a my friend but...”
“You can't poor your heart out to someone who only lends theirs” Harry finished. Hermione looked and saw Harry's eyes where far away.
“How are you handling it” Hermione asked. Harry looked at her sadly.
“I'm pissed. I'm upset that he hurt you and friend or not I hate him for it.”
“I meant with Ginny.” Harry stopped and looked away again.“We are still together but....I don't know anymore. She's not the same girl I fell in love with. We fell in love before Dumbledore died and so much has changed since then. She never got over the war. So many of her friends died including her brother. Yeah I think it's over. We even broke off the engagement but I still keep the ring with me.”
He then took out the ring, showing it to Hermione with a calm smile on his face. Hermione's face however was now full of concern.
“I think you should put that away”. Hermione whispered.
Harry took the ring and put it in a cupboard. He returned to Hermione this time with fire whiskey. Hermione didn't argue and they both drank some more.
“Remember when we where on the Horcrux hunt and we stole that muggle whiskey on Christmas”. Harry said getting a little tipsy.
Hermione laughed “You really didn't like the taste of it. You spit it out just to take another sip...and spit it out again.
Harry smirked “At least I didn't throw up after half a bottle”.
Hermione smiled “You stayed up all night comforting me as made a fool of myself vomiting”.
Harry returned her smile. “Well you came with me on that fool's errand to Godric's Hollow. I mean you could've died”.
Hermione interjected “You got to visit your parents grave. That wasn't a fool's errand.”
“You stuck buy me Hermione” Harry yelled inadvertently. He was now getting pretty drunk but his eyes were dead serous. “You never abandoned me. Everyone close too me has abandoned me at some point in some way. Either out of anger, Fear, jealousy, or death. Even Ron has abandoned me more then once....even Ginny” he said his voice choked. “Even Ginny has abandoned me........But you have stayed by my side every step of the way. Ever since we met on the train". Harry then took Hermione's hand. “No matter what has happens with Ron, Ginny, or the rest of the word we got each over OK.”
Hermione didn't no what to say. She felt more tears poor from her face as she gave Harry her tightest hug yet. Then it slipped out, she didn't even realize she was saying it.
“I love you Harry”.
The silence felt like it lasted for hours before she heard Harry's reply.....snoring.
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The Master of Death (And The Power of Life)