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The Owlery by Lozzy_4992
Chapter 1 : The Owlery
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Have you ever had that feeling… when all you want to be is loved? Not by friends or family or anything like that kind of love, I mean that kind of love that gives you shivers up your spine and if you see them and they merely glance at you, you turn crimson? I do. I feel it a lot. It’s such a hollow feeling, a feeling of… non-self-worth. When you feel so small in a world so big. But when you’re loved, you feel like you’re soaring above everyone, a stupid grin plastered on your face.

I do like someone, but he’ll never like me in that way. We’re friends. Besides, he’s way out of my league. He's famous, he's gorgeous, and a smile to melt your heart. But there's qualities that go deeper than that, much deeper. He's amazingly loyal, a bravery that outdoes even the most worthy of Gryffindors, he's amazing. He's... so far out of my league...

Why, you ask? I'm the know-it-all bookworm that has the untamable hair and as stubborn as a mule and incredibly snooty. I'm nothing special. I blend in with the crowd, I'm a shadow. The only way I stand out is because of my knowledge and Harry. Because I'm part of the 'Golden Trio'.

Why are we called that?! We're not that 'Golden'! Ron's the biggest prat that's ever graced the planet, has the emotional range of a teaspoon, has the worst temper I've ever come across, incredibly thick, doesn't even bother with homework... I could go on forever.

Harry, he's lovely, but... he's quite stubborn, he feels guilty over things that aren't his fault, he plays the hero far too much.

And me? Well, I know too much, I bite my nails at a horrible rate, I have an air of over-confidence, I act too much like a boy (I blame the fact I'm around too much testosterone), I fall for people too easily and I ramble on too much.

So why the name?! It doesn't make sense.

Anyway, back to my previous ramble (a flaw, I know, but oh well) I really do like him. He's... special to me. When Ron asked me who to choose, I didn't choose Harry just on the basis of our mission, deep down I did love him.

And the kiss with Ron? It was a mistake. We dated for a few months after the battle, it didn't work. We broke up just before we returned to Hogwarts to complete our final year. And that's when I started to come to terms with my feelings for Harry...

It all really started when I saw him snuggled on one of the sofas in the common room with Ginny. That pang of jealousy... I remember it even now... I excused myself and dashed up to the Head's Common Room before flying into my room. As soon as I touched the bed I burst into tears. I don't even know why, I just... did.

So here I am, up at the Owlery, daydreaming the day away whilst Harry is off somewhere with her. It's a shame really, we used to be so close.

I heard the door of the Owlery creak open and snapped my head towards the entrance to my new-found sanctuary.

It was Harry.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" I queried, my eyebrows knitting together in question.

"I just broke up with Ginny." He sighed, running his hand through his hair.

"What? Why?" I exclaimed. As much as I should be happy, he's my friend, our friendship comes before any unrequited love I may feel.

"It didn't feel... right anymore." He responded, sinking down the cool, smooth wall.

"What do you mean?" I asked, sliding down next to him. I couldn't help but do so, besides; he might need to let it all out.

"I dunno, I mean, all the time we were finding the Hocruxes all I could do was think of Ginny. When I was on watch I'd get the Map and see where she was. But then... the spark shifted away from her. She no longer held it. It's like... the war made me see things clearly." He replied softly, scuffing the toe of his shoe on the floor.

"It shifted away from her? Did it shift to someone else, or don't you know?" I questioned.

"Yeah, and to be honest, I can't believe it took me so long to figure it out." He looked up to me with those gorgeous emerald eyes. Those eyes which usually show so much expression, but not now. No, they were darker, and clouded over, so I couldn't see.

"Who is it then?" I asked, placing my hand over his. I felt a spark course up my arm and over my body, but I didn't bring my hand away, he'd find it too suspicious.

"It's... I can't tell you." He sighed, pulling his hand away and running it through his hair.

"Why?" I asked, feeling slightly hurt. We usually never hid anything from each other, there was nothing the other didn't know. Ron... he'd changed after the war. He became more distant with us, like he'd used Harry to get fame from the war. I don't know...

"Because... it's complicated." He sighed once again.

"How is it complicated? She's just a girl, unless..."

"Hermione I'm not gay."

"Well you said it's complicated."

"Not that complicated. It just... is."

"How is it? She's just a girl."

"She isn't just a girl!" He stood up and stared down at me.

"Harry I'm sorry, I-" I scrambled up so he wasn't towering over me.

"She's unbelievably beautiful yet she's put down so much by the ones who think they're better than her; she's intelligent; she's brave; she's witty; she should be in Ravenclaw and not in the same house as me; she's way out of my league yet she doesn't realise it! She thinks that her 'blood status' makes her lower when I don't care! She's only had two guys like her but they could, in no way, feel the same way I feel about her! One a Bulgarian Quidditch player-"

'Bulgarian Quidditch player? Sounds like Krum...'

"- and that git who used me for the fame I got!"

'I had a feeling Ron used him! I can't believe I went out with that git! Oh Merlin...'

"Y-You mean... me?" I stumbled, looking up at him with huge eyes.

He sighed. "Yes. You... I can't believe I didn't see it before... I always knew you were special to me, but not as special as you've turned out to be..." He blushed and gave me a small, uncertain smile.

"Y-You, think I'm beautiful..." I looked down and felt my face tinge crimson.

"I can't believe I've just done this." He said, pacing in front of me. "This is going to wreck our friendship, I should have kept quiet."


"Hermione, please, don't try and put me down gently. I know I've messed up."


"You're right, we should just forget about it and carry on as normal."

"Harry!" I stepped so I was in his tracks of pacing. "Stop trying to guess what I'm going to say." He looked down at me intently. I sighed. "Ever since the war... I've seen you in this new light. And that night when you were on the sofa in the Gryffindor common room with Ginny and I left, as soon as I got to my room I just burst into tears and I don't even know why. Maybe because I was so overwhelmed by the feelings that I've felt over the years that I didn't notice, until then. So I guess what I'm trying to say is... I love you too." I looked up at him with soft, sparkling eyes as his eyes twinkled with joy. I smiled shyly at him, which he returned, before he slowly lowered himself towards me and our lips met in a soft kiss. We soon broke apart and smiled at each other before our fingers became entwined and we left the Owlery silently, ready to show the world what we'd missed out on for so long.


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