No One Else (Sequel to Only You)

Preperation

//Hermione//

I look at the clock. It's only 12:30. The wedding started at 6, so I had enough time to get ready. For now, I search through my drawers and pull out sweat pants and a light purple long sleeved shirt. I'll get all flirty later. I have a perfect dress picked out, only when I put it on myself it's not as pretty anymore.

I tie my hair into a loose ponytail and examine myself in the mirror.

"Ugly." I mumble. "The ugly Hermione Granger. Bucked teeth, bushy mane of hair, rude and disquieting attitude towards other people," I sigh and conclude with, "no wonder Harry broke up with you,"

That's it. That's the trigger that sends a message to my brain. As soon as I finish that sentence I can't help but break down into a rainfall of tears, sobbing like someone close to me died. Well, my heart dies inside a little bit when I see Harry, and all of the memories that we once had but will probably never have again. Do you think..if we were still together..that he would marry me?

Oh, what am I thinking. He won't choose me now, what makes myself think he would ever want to be mine forever?

I look into the mirror and see that I look different than I did moments before. My eyes are puffier and red. My cheeks are glistening with the water of my tears running down them. I must have messed with my hair a little bit too, because my hair is back to it's crazy lions mane like figure.

I grab my brush and viscously rip through my hair, barely caring how much the pain is hurting me right now. But that's not why I'm crying. I continue to torment my hair for my own problems when I feel hands rest on my hips, softly. The hands rub up and down my body and one creeps around my belly and rests there.

I gasp of how good the feeling is, and stop torturing my hair. I turn my head slightly and furrow my eyebrows.

"Harry-"

"Do it softly, like this." He whispers, taking my brush, and running his fingers through my hair. It's extremely knotty, but he manages to get it a little better just by running his hands through it. He then takes the brush and begins to stroke my hair with it, making sure not to hurt me.

"You're so good at this," I giggle as he takes over my hair, beginning to do some sort of braid.

"Thank you, Mione,"

My spine tingles once again. Mione. I wish I was alone on the earth so I could just listen to him call me that. All the time. No distractions, no nothing. Just us,

I open my mouth to speak again, but he interrupts me.

"I heard you talking to yourself. And your wrong. Your not ugly." He stops brushing my hair and turns me around. His hands clutch my shoulders and he looks angry, if not then extremely irritated.

"Your absolutely beautiful. And I love you."

"You do?" I whisper slowly.

"I do. Who said I stopped?" He smiles at the floor, blushing. Why is he embarrassed?

I smile at him, running my fingers through my now tangle free hair.

"I love you too," I say truthfully. The question is, did he mean it the way I did.

He wraps his arms around me and hugs me, not tightly, but with enough emotion I can almost tell what he's saying.

"I miss you. I miss us. I miss this."

The way Harry said that. The way he rubs my back with his fingertips as I accept his warm embrace. The way he looked at me. Does he..?

No. Come on Hermione, I thought you were were done being stupid for today. I curl my lips and smile, just being reminded of Harry's hair getting tangled in my face whenever we hugged. I love him so much. Why can't he just..take me.