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A/N- (PLEASE READ!)- (9-07-05) i won't be continueing this story, i'm very sorry, for all of you who hoping for more! I just decided this was the best ending for it, i never intended to give it a 'happy' (...can't find the right word for it) ending, this is how i saw it when i began writing it. Thank you for everyone who reveiwed, they inspired me and made me smile as i read them!
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The realization hit her like a ton of bricks dropped on her head. Her limbs refused to move; she was rooted to the ground, her arms feeling limp, her eyes swimming in and out of focus. It seemed like the perfect cliché as the heavy raindrops began splattering onto her head from the dark blanket of clouds swarming the sky. It felt as if someone had paused her movements as the rest of the world went by with their daily movements. Her classmates ran past her still drenched figure, into the castle, looking for shelter from the storm. He was leaving. Leaving, moving to some place to distinct himself from everyone he knew, everything that was familiar to him. A tsunami of guilt washed over her, he had lost so much already, and she was making him lose everything, separating him from so of the few things he had left. She sunk to the ground feeling lethargic. Maybe it was time for her to give up. She couldn't do it, maybe she wasn't ready. The guilt rushed back, hitting her again and again. She felt she had to say something to him, had to go see him before he left. Hermione laid her weight on her legs and stared up at the sky, the raindrops hurting her eyes. She felt torn. Was it because of what happened? Her heart began racing faster, her fingers twisting together nervously. The guilt had begun hitting her strongly from that night, almost three weeks ago. Hermione replayed it behind her closed eyes, feeling the rain hitting her closed lids harder. She remembered the strong desire she had felt, they had both felt, she also remembered the hurt on his face clearly when she had pushed him away. She hadn't meant to, she hadn't wanted to, but the feeling of confusion and passion had been so strong it had scared her. She had chided herself for being so immature about it, hating herself for throwing away the opportunity. There had been no drama after that, no tears, no screaming. He's simply touched her cheek with this eyes full of apology as she crossed her arms and walked out. Back in her dark dormitory she had laid down gently on her bed, staring blankly at the bare walls and shivering. She hated herself, she wanted so badly to be someone else, some actor in some movie whom everyone loved. She knew she was being too dramatic and arrogant, sitting on her bed and feeling sorry for herself, which made her hate herself even more. But she was lost.
The need to see Remus powered her into action again; pushing thoughts about herself aside she sprang up again. She raced across the lawn, her legs pumping the ground, her heart hammering out of her chest. Will I make it? Will I make it? The thought was racing in her head along with her legs. Making her way past the puzzled students and surprised professors she frantically looked around for his familiar presence. With burning lungs and wild hair whipping around her face, Hermione finally halted, panting and staring at the single carriage by the huge lake. The rain was beating down harder; echoes of students' voices were carried away by the howling wind. Not a single soul seemed to be present except for her and Remus. She watched him step out of the carriage, collecting his bags for the ride across the lake and to the train. Looking around for his ride he squinted against the rain, with his hand over his eyes he looked out into the lake, then turned back to find Hermione's drenched form. The two seemed separated by time and space. The sheets of water acting as a protective shield, a barrier they couldn't seem to get past. Hermione started at Remus, her eyes wide. His long black trench coat whipped around his legs, his bags falling from his grip as he opened his arms out to Hermione. The rain began slipping down her cheeks, creating the illusion of tears. A quiet understanding seemed to creep between them as they stood there staring at each other. Turning around she begins to walk away, slowing but steadily, wiping away at the false tears. But as she walks away the winds and rain trying hard to keep them apart blows her one last word from him. Someday.
The word whistles all around her as she quickens her pace and her blurry figure melts away into the atmosphere. Remus slowly lowers his stretched arms, picks up his bags and walks towards the edge of the lake, waiting for his ride back. As the boat nears he turns once more in despaired hope, just once. Hearing Hagrid's cheery voice from the boat he quickly blinks before greeting Hagrid warmly and getting on the rickety boat to return to the world outside of these suffocating boundaries.
Hermione closed her fist around her hair, tugging it, her eyes with a faraway look to them. Staring out the window, she watched the fierce rain splatter the glass. She reasoned with herself, thought about it endlessly, debated with her mind, and in the end with a soft of foolishly brave resolve decided to let it go. Let it all go. It was an experience she would never be able to experience again, a love she would never be able to feel again, and struggles she would never have to face again. Comfort came easy, losing herself in work even easier, but somehow living life came the easiest. Years passed, and she understood as she grew, what was important now, other matters would have to wait, or would have to be forgotten.
Her grin was wide and gleaming as she posed for the camera with Harry and Ron, their graduation robes flapping in the summer breeze. Grinning and silly, hugs and tears all being shared as the one of the most entertaining class to ever attend Hogwarts stepped out into the real world, unprotected and unrestricted from the Hogwarts boundaries. Harry, Ron, and Hermione approached the lake and fell upon the grass, staining their brand new robes. They seemed content lying on the grass, side by side and staring up into the bright blue skies, watching the few puffy white clouds lazily floating around. They mutually seemed to understand that their life from now on wouldn't be the same. Scared. Nervous. Anticipated. Relieved.
As Hermione began to drift off, a word, a forgotten word, rode the slight breeze, whispering around her ears. Someday. Her breathing became uneven for a minute, then calming herself she forgot about it. It had been in the past, it had nothing to do with her new life. With the sun warming her skin, and the subtle breeze cooling off her body, she sighed contently and drifted off to sleep.
He watched her, lying on the grass next to Harry and Ron. Content, without any worries, young and restless, waiting to prove herself to the world. A feeling he had ached to feel, just like his classmates, but never had felt. It was all in the past. She wouldn't even remember it in the future; it had been part of her life and would always be, but he had been forgotten, and that's how it should be, he decided with a firm resolve. As he turned around to slip quietly away, a breeze around him picked up. A sudden chill in the air reminding him of the day he had left her.
Someday...
It's a promise.