Green Eyes

Disclaimer: This fanfiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Harry.

It has always been Harry.

Honey you are a rock

Upon which I stand

And I came here to talk

I hope you understand

The green eyes, yeah the spotlight, shines upon you

And how could anybody deny you

I came here with a load

And it feels so much lighter now I met you

And honey you should know

That I could never go on without you

Green Eyes

I can't quite explain why it's this way - why one person can lift all of my problems off my shoulders like this. I mean, how is that possible? How can this one person make me feel that there is a light at the end of the tunnel? It just seems so strange to me - so foreign. If magic can't do it, then why can he do it?

I always thought that magic could do everything. It is plain logic. What's written in the books makes sense. But why doesn't magic help with this feeling of hopelessness, of never-ending problems? And more pressing, why can he?

I came to Hogwarts a complete mess. I was cold and callous, bossy and unfriendly. I had been scarred by my peers at school; I had been emotionally abused one time too many, and I had just shut down. I became despondent. I lost my warmth, my essence of being human.

I had a hard time adjusting to actually living at my school for the first time. I mean, this time, there was no escape from school. School was literally my home.

I had the intentions to make friends and give myself a new start at Hogwarts, but I managed to screw it up early on. I just had to stick my nose into other peoples' business. I had to boss Harry and Ron around, make them think that I looked down on them. I never did look down on them; really, I just looked down on their choices.

But I guess that is my problem: looking down on other's choices and pointing them out to them without even being involved in the situation myself.

Now I can't say so much that I regret it, though. If I hadn't been that way in the beginning, I wouldn't be where I am now. I wouldn't be sitting here contemplating why this one person makes me feel that everything will turn out okay in the end.

I have been through a lot in the past seven years. I have experienced so many things that not many others can put a claim on. I have seen death. I lost both of my parents last year in a car accident. I almost lost Harry more than once. I even almost lost my own life.

Through all of this, there has been only one rock for me: Harry.

Harry has kept me sane. Just being in his presence soothes me. Words sometimes don't even need to be spoken; it is just the comfort in him being with me that brings me to a better place. Harry is my best friend - he means the world to me.

But this brings me to my next problem.

I love him.

Not in that platonic, brotherly-sisterly way that I should, but in the way that makes my heart and soul yearn to be near him. The way that makes me feel incomplete when I'm not with him. The way that causes my breath to hitch when I look into his eyes - those beautiful, breath-takingly bright green eyes of his.

I need to tell him. I know that it is risking an awful lot, but I can't do this anymore. I can't stand this feeling of not knowing. I know that I might lose him completely in doing this, but I just have to risk it. I have to. If I don't, I'll never know, and I'll never be truly happy. I'm slowly dying inside, even with him here with me. Resisting the urge to hold that hug a little longer, to let my gaze linger a little too long...I can't do it anymore. It's killing me.

He just walked in the common room. This is my chance. It is just me and him; everyone else is already in bed. It's a little after midnight. I'm sitting on the couch in front of the fire, which has a warm and welcoming glow to it. He walked over to me and sat down close to me.

I put my head on his shoulder and he put his arm around me. The setting is perfect. Now is my chance. I can only pray that the strength that I feel in his presence gives me the strength to say this. No magic can help me now. This is all raw emotion. This is it. Here I go. Wish me luck.

Honey you are the sea

Upon which I float

And I came here to talk

I think you should know

“Harry, can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything, Hermione - anything.” I smiled at this. I then took a breath and readied myself for my next words.

“What would you say if I said that I was in love?” At this I lifted my head off his shoulder and looked into his eyes. He released his arm from around me as I did so and met my gaze. My breath hitched. There was something in his eyes that wasn't there before; I can't explain it, but I've never seen it before. Like the light behind his eyes had just gone out.

“Well, I would ask you if you were sure that it was love that you were feeling, and if you knew how the other person felt.” Harry shifted his eyes off to the side, then back to my eyes.

“Okay, well, I am positively sure that it is love; one hundred percent sure. I know because my heart and soul yearn to be near him. I feel incomplete when I'm not with him. My breath hitches when I look into his eyes. Life wouldn't be the same without him.” As I finished I held my gaze steady in his eyes, not breaking contact. His eyebrows arched slightly in comprehension of my explanation, then he took a breath and responded concernedly.

“And do you know how he feels?”

“Well...no, I don't...but I was hoping that he could tell me right now.” I kept my eyes locked on his. He dropped his gaze to the floor, his expression one of intense thought. His expression slowly softened and he brought his eyes back up to mine. Suddenly, I saw that light behind his eyes return.

“Y-you mean...me?” He searched my eyes for an answer, his expression one of complete and utter wonder.

“Yes, you, Harry. It's always been you.” I smiled while I held his gaze. I saw his face light up, and he smiled back. He looked down and reached for my hand, taking it in his. He brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of it. My eyes began to well with tears. I noticed that his had, too.

“Oh, Hermione, I've wanted to tell you for the longest time. I have been so afraid of scaring you off and losing you for good that I kept it to myself. But I feel the same way; life wouldn't be the same without you. I would feel lost. Hermione, you are my compass. I love you, and I have for some time.” Harry had tears streaming down his cheeks, as did I. We held our gaze even through the tears.

“And I love you. I've loved you for the longest time.” Our gaze growing more intense by the second, we moved in closer and closer, until our lips met for the first time ever. It was a sweet, gentle, and passionate kiss. Harry laid back against the arm of the couch and brought me down on top of him as he deepened the kiss. As we broke the kiss, we met eyes and kissed once more. After the second kiss I snuggled into Harry's chest and he put his arms around me, holding me in his warm embrace.

“I'm so happy, Harry. I'm happy to be here with you. I love you.” I said this as the side of my face was pressed against his chest. I smiled as he began to stroke my hair. He kissed the top of my head and put his arms back around me.

“I'm happier than I've ever been, Hermione. I wouldn't want to be anywhere but here. I love you.”

Harry.

It will always be Harry.

The green eyes, you're the one that I wanted to find

And anyone who tried to deny you must be out of their mind

Because I came here with a load

And it feels so much lighter since I met you

Honey you should know

That I could never go on without you

Green eyes, green eyes

Honey you are the rock

Upon which I stand

A/N - This fanfic was inspired by Coldplay's song, “Green Eyes.” Thank you for reading; please leave a review! ^_~