Hermione Granger studies harder than you. (her_my_nee) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-03-19 20:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, harry potter, hermione granger |
Who: Harry Potter and Hermione Granger
Where: Hermione and Jim’s place
When: Before the singing plot
What: Harry surprises Hermione with a visit, gives her a dose of reality
Rating: PG, maybe? Arguing and stuff?
Status: Complete
Harry hadn’t seen Hermione in ages it seemed, and as annoyed by that as he was; realizing that her time was essentially surrounding none other than Jim Kirk, he did still want to see her. Seeing as how she wasn’t likely to make any attempt to see him, except for those random ‘be careful’ texts (that as far as he was concerned, made no sense); he’d instead be the one to contact her. And he also figured there was a chance that she’d not even read a text or message from him, so he thought he’d do something smarter--he’d surprise her.
Approaching her door, he knocked several times before taking a step back and waiting. She had absolutely no idea he was on his way, and he was more than happy to keep it that way; it’d be more fun to see a natural reaction at seeing him. Would she be annoyed? Happy? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he wanted to see his best friend, before Kirk married her and the two of them vanished forever and he never saw her again.
Hermione came wandered to the door, carrying the book she was reading in one hand. Crookshanks was curled on the sofa where she’d left him behind, looking a little disgruntled at having been prodded off of her lap. She was in sweats and thick socks, as she couldn’t seem to get warm today. Her brown, bushy hair was a mess, like usual, but the other morning when she’d woken up from one of those dreams, she found that her two front teeth were a little straighter and smaller, less buck-toothed than they’d been before. It made her look a little less child-like and a little more mature.
She pulled open the door, tearing her eyes from the book for just a moment, then broke into a smile at the sight of Harry standing there. “Harry!” She said, then closed the book and set it on the table near the door. “What a surprise!” She said, jovially, and reached forward to wrap her arms around him for a big hug in greeting.
He grinned when the door opened, happy to see her, and he couldn’t help but want to laugh at the idea that she was, of course, reading a book. As she moved to hug him, he too returned the hug and shrugged his shoulders before taking a step back, “Sorry I didn’t call ahead, just figured I’d actually try to catch you for once; I mean, if you’re not too busy with your boyfriend for a friend. I haven’t seen you in ages.”
He grinned and stepped back before shaking his head, “I can’t believe you’re living with him already. You guys have barely been going out, he must know what it is you like.” He winked then rubbed at the back of his head, “But seriously, are you busy? I don’t want to be a bother.”
“No, not busy at all.” Hermione said shaking her head a bit. She felt a pang of guilt inside her as she withdrew from the hug, then tugged him inside. “You’re never a bother, Harry Potter,” she added, closing the door behind him. “Though... I have a feeling you’re going to be very cross with me in a few minutes.” She had a lot of things to tell him.
“Come on in and have a seat? Can I get you anything? Water, soda, tea?”
“No, I’m fine. Just here to see you,” though he frowned a bit at the idea that he’d be … cross? with her. He stared at her, “First of all--cross? Really? Look, you need to really get a grasp on this whole British thing you’ve got going on. I know you think you’re dreaming stuff, but you’re not really English enough to start using words like cross.” He joked of course, before following her further inside.
He grabbed a seat on one of her couches, before looking back towards her, “And why am I going to be so upset with you? Oh god, you’re pregnant aren’t you? I will beat Jim’s ass if you’re pregnant.”
“No, definitely not pregnant.” Hermione said, shaking her head. She moved to sit down on the sofa next to him, leaving her book behind. Harry had her full attention now. “Hey, I lived for a good chunk of my life over there, y’know.” She said, grinning a bit. “I may not be fully british, but I’m not fully American, either.”
She took a deep breath and exhaled. “Jim and I got married.” She said, softly. “On New Year’s Eve. We were keeping it secret, so I didn’t tell anyone. And then I... I just sort of... forgot to tell people?” She felt terrible that she hadn’t told him. They hadn’t spent a lot of time together since New Year’s Eve for her to tell!
He just watched her take her seat on the couch and just raised a brow before shaking his head, “You’re not a full Brit, but you use almost nothing but Britishisms. Careful, we Yankees might take offense to it.” He was joking of course, and simply nudged her.
Then she told him she and Jim got married. He immediately frowned at that, at the fact it was over two months ago, over the fact it was a secret, and then that she just ‘forgot’ to tell people. He scoffed, and shook his head, before pushing to his feet and shrugging his shoulders, “Wow, alright. So you got married. Cool... and what, I’m the last to find out?”
He turned to face her, “Sad thing is, I’m really not that surprised. Ever since you found this Jim asshole, all you’ve managed to do is completely go off the map and spend every single, waking moment with him. So it’s definitely not surprising to think that you just forgot to tell me.” He laughed, “I uhm, I mean I know I should be mad, but really it’s my fault for thinking we were still friends. Or, that might be harsh, but at least best friends. You know what, I’m sorry I’m bothering you and your husband, I’ll let myself out.”
“You’re not the last to find out,” Hermione said, frowning. “I just--” she frowned as he called Jim an asshole. But what he was saying was true. She hadn’t told him, she hadn’t spent much time with him--well, any time with him, really--since New Years. It was really her fault. This whole situation stunk terribly, and she felt horrible. Guilt made her feel nauseous, and she pulled herself to her feet.
“I’m so sorry, Harry. We are still friends. I just... I’ve been so busy. Lame excuse, I know, but... I haven’t seen anyone. It’s not just you.” She shook her head. “Please don’t go. I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you with this.”
He began to make his way towards the door, shaking his head, “You’re not sorry though! If I hadn’t of shown up today; which, by the way, you just said you’re not busy, but if I hadn’t shown up you wouldn’t have told me.” He turned to face her, “And too busy to tell people you’re married? Try a text, try an e-mail; you had enough time to run off, have a fake marriage with some guy any of us barely know, a guy you basically hide from the rest of us, a man who seems to have no problem whisking you away from friends and family--my god, did you even tell Ron? Does he even know?”
He shook his head and threw his hands into the air, before pointing at her, “If I were getting married, besides my parents? You’d have been the first person I told, you know why? I care about you, you’re my best friend, and a wedding and big moments like that? That’s something you share with people. You treat me like we’re old friends from decades back, and we just suddenly ran into each other again. Well fine, we can be that if that’s what you want, because... it’s obvious that Jim is the only person you care to have in your life.”
He thought a moment, “And you know, this whole you vanishing all the time thing? It started when you started having these dreams, so I really hope I never have them, if this is what they turn you into.”
Hermione wasn’t sure how to respond to that. It hurt, but mostly hurt because it was true. She’d been a terrible, terrible friend. And she didn’t know if there was anything she could do to fix it. There probably wasn’t anything she could do to fix it.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated, lamely. Tears were welling up in her eyes. “I just... I got carried away.” That was no excuse, she knew. Months of being carried away? That was the only reason she could think of. All of her friends were having the same reaction, though. Ginny, Fleur, Harry. Hermione hadn’t spoken to Tonks in months, either. She didn’t want to leave her friends behind, but she didn’t know how to reconcile that. She didn’t know how to fix it.
“You got carried away? Yea, by Jim. Tell you what, you want him in your life at the sacrifice of those you claimed to love? Then have him, I won’t stand in the way of you two. I didn’t think you, of all people, would be the one to leave everyone behind just so you can spend every waking moment with a guy you barely know.” He turned and made his way for the door, “I’m sorry I even came by, I thought I was visiting a friend. Seems like you’ve replaced me, Ron, all of us with Jim.”
He pulled the door open, looked back towards her, then turned and made his way out before slamming the door shut behind him. It was killing him inside, it really was, and if he was anyone not named Harry Potter he might have started crying himself; yet, he was going to move on from it. It hurt, to know she’d just forgotten about him, that she was so focused on Jim that whatever friendship they’d had was meager in comparison. Not even a damned text, which still would have pissed him off, but even then it would have at least been an acknowledgement.
He sighed, making his way towards his car.
Hermione didn’t go after him. She couldn’t. She couldn’t take the truth from him anymore. And it was the truth. She knew that was the reason that it hurt so much. She’d hurt him, and Ron, and Ginny, and Fleur, and she’d been selfish. Very selfish. She felt so very guilty, she wasn’t sure what to do with herself.