Erase and Rewrite (Dramione)

Confess and Confirm

He's laying on his side,
studying her as she wakes up.

She smiles at him.

It's been only a few hours,
but already almost her time to go.

"You need to tell them." He whispers, "About your memory."

"Why?" She asks moving her lips only barely.

"They'll take you to war. They'll expect things from you if you don't"

She wants to tell him not to worry about her,
that she can take care of herself.
But she also knows he's right.

She has to tell them.
She owes them as much.
And they need to know.

"Just that you don't remember, maybe not about me, or Blaise or Theo."

She nods, "You're right."

"I usually am," He smirks, even if his eyes are still a bit sorrowful.

"Prat." She smacks his arm playfully and gets up, "I really need to go."

He takes her hand and she turns to look at him.
He's still leaning against the pillows,
his deep grey eyes focused on her.

His hair is wildly ruffled,
making him look almost angelic.

Give me one good excuse,
she thinks.
One, and I'll stay.

But there is none.
None The Order would believe.
That would justify her suddenly disappearing.

"I like your hair like that." She leans closer and pecks him on the lips,
ruffling his hair even more.

"What? Like a mess?"

She nods.

"Well, I must remember to ask you for styling tips then. You seem to know everything about messed hair." There's a smile in his voice.

"Prat!" She tells him again.

He laughs out loud.

.

.

.

Dipsy returns her back to The Order.
And she stands in her room,
wondering how is she going to do this?

How should she tell them she lied?
How does she face Ron and confesses to him she has no idea what's been going on between them?
And moreover, that she is not going to just carry on where they left off?

She takes a deep breath.
Maybe,
just maybe,
because they were...
are her best friends,
maybe they'll understand.

So she pushes her door open and makes her way downstairs.

They're all there.
And she wants to be happy to see them!
Wants with all of her.
But her heart longs to sit in a different table,
with different people.

She's still a stranger here.

Harry seems to be on the same page with her,
because he stands upright when she enters.

"Hermione, we need to talk."

His declaration startles her a little,
She had been prepared to be the one to talk.
But she follows Harry to the drawing room and Ron closes the door behind them.

"We can't stay here." Harry tells her after casting a quick silencing spell around the room, "We have to keep going. There's still a lot to do, I was hoping you could..."

But she lifts her hand up to stop him.

They want her with them,
and she can't go.

"Harry, before you go any further, I need to tell you both something." She sits down hoping them to follow her example.