Only You: Harmione Fanfic *editing*

Chapter Two - She Was Beautiful

For hours, Harry sat in the girl's lavatory with Hermione and held her hair up as she grotesquely vomited into the toilet. Harry grimaced at the sound of heavy chunks projecting from Hermione's mouth and landing with a plop in the toilet, but was relieved that she was getting it all out.

When she was finally done, she looked up at him and smiled sadly. "I can't believe I did that."

     "Oh it's not a problem. Dudley used to throw up all the time. I used to have to clean it up. At least I don't have to do that-"

     "No not that. I mean, I can't believe I cared like that. I should be happy for Ron, right? I mean I looked at him, and all I wanted for him to see, was that I didn't care. But I do care. I care so much that it hurts whenever I look in his direction. It hurts that when I look at him, he doesn't even look at me." Hermione said, deeply staring at her own bile in the toilet like it led to a void of happiness.

     "I'd call you a fool if you didn't care, Mione. You really did like him, and that's okay. I don't really like him with Lavender myself. But I'm going to sit tight and cross my fingers that he doesn't get hurt."

Hermione looked at Harry with glossy red eyes. "Do you think he'd choose me? If it didn't work out with him and Lavender? Do you think he'd want me?"

Harry flushed the toilet and released Hermione's large clump of hair. "I dunno Mione. All I do know, is that I would."

     "You'd what?"

     "I'd choose you."

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By the time Harry had gotten in the bed, he had unknowingly spent five hours in the girls bathroom with Hermione, and didn't realize it was so late until he had to sneak around the halls to avoid getting in trouble and saw that all of the portraits were sleeping. It broke his heart to see Hermione so upset, but it also aggravated him that she did care about Ron's relationship so much. Honestly, he thought, if she cared so much about him, why didn't she do something about it?

As Harry raised the covers over his body, placed his head on his pillow and closed his eyes, he heard his name being called in a hushed whisper.

     "Harry?" The whisper belonged to Ron.

Exhausted after dealing with his friend's bile for hours, Harry responded with a low moan.

     "Are you sleeping?"

     "No."

     "I need to talk to you."

     "What?"

    Harry heard some rustling in the sheets, and seconds later, felt a huge dip in his own bed. Harry jolted up from his comfortable position and glared at Ron who was now taking up majority of Harry's bed, his body cuddled into his side.

     "What is it Ron?" Harry sighed, rubbing some sleep out of his eyes.

     "It's Lavender. Things are getting really intense with us. She wants to.. you know." Ron said softly, his hot breath right in Harry's face as he breathed out each word. He was bad at whispering.