They say that love hurts, a lot. And it does, a lot. We were never meant to be. A short one-shot describing Hermione's thoughts before Harry leaves to fight. She knows she is going to lose him, not to Voldemort, but to his destiny.
I know this is beginning to be unhealthy, thinking of you like this. I shouldn't. This should just be infatuation at most, friendship at best, but that doesn't explain why I haven't been able to face you for three years. That doesn't explain why you come into my mind when I'm alone, when I'm most vulnerable. That doesn't explain why, in my dreams, when Voldemort decides to AK me, you're the one that does some fancy bit of magic and saves me, and kisses me afterwards.
The Trio is finally separated. Just a short one-shot about the tolls of war. CHARACTER DEATH!!!
"Ten years is a long time. He couldn't believe he hadn't seen his best friends for so long. He couldn't believe that one of them had left the earth. He couldn't believe one of them had left the earth in spirit even though her body was still here. "