Harry Potter: The Broken Boy

Chapter Eleven

Harry's Pov

I had cried in Hermione's arms that day. She was the only one to understand me. I truly loved her. It was now the next day. Hermione had stayed with me at the hospital wing. But she wasn't alone. Along stood beside her was Remus Lupin. They were smiling down at me as I lie in the hospital bed. My face was all puffy and red from all of the tears that I have shed. I smiled back at him sadly. But then I had remembered. "He can't protect you forever, Potter." why wasn't Remus there for me? Why didn't he stop me from getting raped? Why wasn't he here with me? I had slowly began to sit up straight as Hermione sat down next to me. She had hugged me tightly. When she let go, she had smiled at me. This time, I was the one who kissed her on the cheek. she had looked at me shocked. She then left me alone with Remus. she figured that I needed to talk to him about something, something personal.

"Why didn't you stop him, Remus" My voice was as bitterly cold as the night sky.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Harry." I could obviously tell that he was pretending not to know when he knew good and well what I was talking about.

"Don't lie to me, Remus. Why didn't you stop Ron from raping me?! Why weren't you in the compartment with me and Hermione?! You could've stopped him from hurting me! But no! You Just left me alone, all alone in the dark." I said in a deadly calm voice, making eye contact with him.

He had stayed quiet for long time. In fact, he didn't even answer my question/ statement. I had noticed a strange twinkle in his eyes. That hadn't happened before. Not ever. But I didn't care, I was too enraged to care about anything.

"Anwer me! I bet you wanted him to hurt me. I bet you never even cared about me."  I had stormed out

"Harry, wait."  I quickly turned around to face him.

"No, Remus. I'm sick of waiting. I'm sick of everyone treating me like crap. I've trusted you, and you've betrayed me, Remus." I said coldly, walking out of the hospital wing.

I went out to find Hermione. She always understood me better than anyone. As I turned the corner, I could see Hermione. She wasn't alone. In front her stood Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy. Ron had this look on his face that made me worry of Hermione's safety.

"You don't deserve Potter. What you need is a real man. Someone like me. Potter is just a ugly scarhead who's got no parents." I heard Ron say. 

"Harry is more of a real man than any of you will ever be." Hermione said angrily.

"You think you're so perfect just because you're smart. Well, you're not. You are so ugly, mudblood, from your dirty blood to even your appearence. I mean look at you. You don't compare to any of the girls at Hogwarts. They're beautilful and you're just a plain, ugly mudblood. Now  lets just face it, Potter is a freak. He will never love you, He doesn't know how to love. Now, go run along you filthy mudblood before you give us the plague with your dirty blood." Ron's voice was low and deadly calm.

Hermione had sprinted as quickly as possible away from them. She crying hysterically while everyone had stared at her as she ran out the corridor. I had mentally cursed at Ron and Draco for making her upset.

Hermione had disappeared out of my sight. I had to follow her to make sure she was safe. I had looked everywhere for Hermione. I had looked in the potions classroom, empty. I had looked in the transfigurations classroom, still empty. Finally, I had searched for her near the black lake. She was sitting near a large oak tree, sobbing uncontrollably. I had slowly approached her and took a seat beside her.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" I didn't want her to know that I had eavesdropped on her conversation with Weasley and Malfoy.

"I'm ugly, Harry. Everyone thinks I'm ugly, Harry and I know I am. Not to mention, you probably think I'm ugly too."

I surely didn't think she was ugly. I thought she was beautiful. And she looked even better up close.

"But I don't think you're ugly. I think you're a very beautiful young woman, Hermione." My voice was soft and caring.

I had wiped her tears with my thumbs and looked into her eyes where I had seen lostfulness and hope.

"But Harry, you don't understand. Everyone thinks I am and I know am, Harry. You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"That's enough. Hermione Jean Granger, I will not sit here and let you talk bad about yourself. You are a very beautiful and talented girl. And who cares what the others think? I think you're very pretty, Hermione. You are beautiful every way. Every time you walk in a room, guys smile in your direction. And girls get jealous because they're nowhere near as good looking and beautiful as you are, Hermione. You light up the night, Hermione." I was being very sincere.

She had cried more and more tears. I had tried to apologize for making her cry more than she already was, but she had told me that I had made her cry happy tears. As we got up, she had tackled me onto the ground and hugged me tightly. She had stopped crying. She quickly stood up and offered me her hand to pull me up. I immediately grabbed her hand and pulled myself up.

Just then another girl had walked up us. She was a redhead who's blue eyes sparkled in the sun. She had more freckles than Ron if that was possible. Ginny. She had looked at Hermione in disgust. Then she looked at me and started to run toward me. She had tackled me onto the ground. Ginny began kiss me. I tried to push her away but she was too strong.

"Get off me, Ginny" I said, trying push her off of me.

"Crucio!" Ginny had gotten off of me and hunched over in pain.

I had looked over at Hermione who had looked angry at Ginny. She was the one who had casted the spell.

"Stay away from my boyfriend, Ginny!" Hermione yelled, helping me up. But then she immediately stopped talking.

Ginny had ran away in fear. She didn't even look back.

"I-I'm your boyfri-" I was cut off by Hermione.

She had grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and pressed her lips against mine. I was shocked, I had thought that never in a million years would she kiss my lips. I was too shocked to kiss back or do anything so I just let her kiss me. She had wrapped one of her legs around my waist. While one of her hands held me closer, she used her other hand to rub my chest. I could feel her toungue touching mine. She was tasting me. As she pulled me closer, I could feel my member resting against her thigh. The kiss was long and passionate. The kiss had lasted for five seconds.

Oh my god, she is really kissing me. This will be my first kiss. I thought. She had broken apart shortly after. I had looked dazed when she stopped kissing me.

"Harry, I-I-I r-really like you. And not just as a friend, I love you with all of my heart. I have loved you since first year, and I still do. Every night, I stared at the celing with a hundred thoughts, Harry. But you are ninety nine. I thought I was crazy. But I knew I loved you then but you've never known, I played it cool when I was scared of letting go, Harry. Out of all of the boys, you're my one and only boy. We could put an ocean between you and I, it won't keep us apart. You could put a wall, I will run it up and it still wouldn't keep us apart. I want to stay with you until we're gray and old. What I'm saying is, I want us to be together. I want to marry you one day. I want to have children with you one day. Harry James Potter, will you make me the happiest girl in the world and be my boyfriend?"  She said, inches away from my face.

"Yes, I would love to. I have loved you since I first laid eyes on you. I still love you now." I couldn't stop smiling.

We were now boyfriend and girlfriend.We had stayed like that for an hour, cuddling and kissing.