Eliza Jones-A romantic love story #Wattys2015

Chapter 15

This chappie is dedicated purely to Alan Rickman. Alan Rickman, you will live in our hearts forever. Always.

"Oookayyy, now this is a bit hard to catch up on. Eliza, are you sure you aren't hallucinating? I mean, I do have some herbal remedies that you can try out....," Hermione says, as she brushes her curly hair into a long plait.

Eliza had known this was going to be hard. Oh, why on earth did she try confiding in Hermione? She should have known that this would have made matters worse. "Hermione, please listen to me...I know I sound like a crazy person but it's true as true."

They were in their dormitories and it was midnight. But Eliza thought that this would be the perfect opportunity to talk to Mione. But this was turning out to be a really bad idea....

"Okay Eliza, here's what I think you should do. Just have a pill from my remedial section and go to sleep now. We can decide what to do in the morning," Hermione says. Eliza knew that she was just trying to make her feel better but honestly, couldn't she see how hard this was for her? She felt a sudden burst of anger towards Hermione and the words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself. "Just stay away from me Hermione ! I don't want your advice or your comfort! Just leave me alone, okay?" saying so, Eliza stormed out of her room and... out of the dormitory.

"Eliza, please wait! I didn't mean to hurt you. Please don't go out or you'll be caught by Filch...."

But she had already left. The last thing Eliza saw before she closed the door was Hermione's pain-stricken face and the tears running down her eyes...

Now that she was out of Hermione's dorm, Eliza calmed down a little. Logic told her that she shouldn't leave the Gryffindor common room. That would be like walking into the hands of Death.So she pulled up a chair beside the fireplace and tried to calm herself down. The fire was burning brightly and she wondered who might have been here before. Just as she heard a movement behind her, she turned and...

"Couldn't sleep?" said Harry.

"AAAAaaHHH! For Merlin's sake, Potter, you scared me!"

"I'm really sorry but... 'Potter'? I take that as a sign that you are angry with me?" he said softly.

That calmed her a little. Hearing those words from that amazing voice of his, that was really enough to calm her down. "Sorry," Eliza mumbled to herself. 

"Sorry, I couldn't catch what you said. Repeat once more?" he said with sarcasm intended in his voice.

"I'm SORRY! Okay? I'm sorry for making you feel bad,"Eliza practically shouted out loud to him.

"Now, tell me Eliza. Why do you seem so worried? I mean, if you wanna share your worries I'm always there, you know. "

Somehow, She felt sure and safe of confiding her worries in Harry. It somehow seemed logical to her that she should tell Harry about all her troubles. 

"You won't understand even if I told you," Eliza said softly.

Harry slowly brought his forehead close to her and touched her forehead with his. "If you don't tell me, how do you know that I won't understand?" he said, his voice barely a whisper. Harry's forehead on hers seemed like a comforting presence, she felt safe, warm and loved at his touch. She closed her eyes. Eliza wanted to cherish this moment forever, their faces close, breathing in the same air, his hands holding hers....