Hermione Granger One Shots and Shorts

Let Go

I feel good today, so I decided to make you guys feel bad. :)

Not proof read.   :/

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Y/n POV

I still remember the first time we've ever met. Our first date. Our first kiss. Our first argument.

Why we argued? Well, it's no one's fault really. But I still blame myself, even if it hurt me too. It still does, the pain doesn't really go away. Actually it hurts more each and every day that passes.

It's like you've been stabbed, and instead of pulling out the knife and cleaning the wound it's like the knife just keeps going deeper and deeper in my flesh-

"Is this seat taken?" a voice asked, the person was breathing frantically. It's like they ran a marathon.

"Not that I know of, you can sit if you'd like." I look up from my coffee, seeing the person I love the most.

"Hermione?" "Y/n?" We say at the same time.

We just stare at each other's faces for a while, not daring to talk and break the silence. But someone has to do it eventually right?

"Hi." Wow. Great job Y/n, way to go! Yes I'm being sarcastic if you didn't notice. "I uhm- have a seat, please."

"Thanks." she sits down, shuffling in her seat at the awkward situation.

I mean, it doesn't have to be awkward. It just is, because of our- past.

"So..." she looks at me, waiting for the next words to come out of my mouth. Well, she isn't really helping if she's looking at me like that. "How are you? Minister of Magic aye?"

"I've been great. And yeah, I finally made my dream come true." she smiles, which I reciprocate.

"How's your love life? I heard you're getting married soon." I ask with a raised brow, pretending not to be hurt.

"I am! You're coming right?" she asks, nudging my shoulder playfully.

I suddenly get the feeling of being stabbed. Like my heart suddenly stings from her words. "Y- yeah. For you."

I probably won't go. I will just hurt myself even more.

"How about you? I bet my Galleons you have a girlfriend." she smirks teasingly, making me look away with a frown.

"I- I don't actually. I didn't have one since... We broke up." I look down at my hands, playing with them as I breathe deeply.

"Y/n" she sighs, "It's been four years."

I chuckle bitterly, "Oh, really? It seemed like yesterday to me." I look up, trying so hard not to cry.

"Y/n... Please, forget me. Forget that love that's delirious and worthless. Perhaps, that's how you'll find someone who's worthy of you." Hermione says, she tries to take ahold of my hand but I pull it away.

I shake my head as I try to smile through the pain, tears now flowing down my cheeks. "It's not that easy to forget you when I see you everywhere I go."

"Y/n, I'm sure you'll find someone who's worth your love and affection." she reassures, sitting on the seat next to me.

"I already found her. She's worth my love and more, but I'm not worth hers." I look away from her, wiping my tears with my hands.

"I'm sorry we ended like we did. But please, try to open your heart to someone else."

"How? How would I open my heart to someone else without worrying about being hurt again?" I ask rhetorically, not giving her time to answer before talking once more. "Why? Why didn't you fight for me? For us?"

"I-" she was lost for words. Looking away from my teary eyes as she searches for her words. "There was a lot going on, and I couldn't handle it. We had our NEWT's exam coming up, my parents were expecting the best and only the best from me. At the same time, I was trying to get over the war and the trauma it gave me. I was also afraid. Afraid that my parents will disown me if they knew about you. Afraid that I'd lose you."

"But still you let go. You let me go." I try to say in between tears.

I couldn't help but engulf her in a hug, crying on her shoulder as she silently cried herself.

The moment was cut off by a honk.

Hermione looks at the direction of the sound and sighs. "That's my fiancé. Ronald. You know him, right?"

"Y- yeah" I answer, pulling away as I wipe my tears. "Weasley, right?"

"Yeah." she stands up from her seat, stealing a glance at me before looking away, wiping her own tears. "I'll see you at my wedding. You're still going right?"

"S- sure. See you."

And with that, I watch her walk away from me the second time. Leaving me a crying mess.