A Shoulder to Cry On

smileygirlo3

Rating: PG
Genres: Drama, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 11/11/2002
Last Updated: 11/11/2002
Status: completed

A short piece of H/H fluff. Hermione's POV. A fateful night for Hermione . . . Hard to explain any more without telling the story. {PG just to be safe}

Chapters

1. A Shoulder to Cry On

1. A Shoulder to Cry On

~A Shoulder to Cry On~

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From Hermione's POV

H/H

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My eyes fluttered open only to glimpse at the dark shadow of the empty dorms. The holidays had brought upon my empty room. The loneliness only mocked my uneasy soul.

My eyes shifted around and I slowly rose out of my warm bed. I got up, knowing that once I was awakened, sleep was a thing of the past. I gazed out my window up at the stars and heavens above and shuddered.

Something is not right.

I swiftly threw on robes over my pyjamas and hurried out of my dorm room and down the spiral staircase. I must get to Dumbledore. My feelings and premonitions have been right too many times. My feet drove themselves as my mind wandered and panicked. I started to run, picking up my pace until I flew towards the central turret where Dumbledore resided.

I wasn't sure why, but by the time I reached the gargoyle, whispered the password (not able to speak in anything more), and rushed up the steps to meet the Headmaster, I was already crying. Rivers of burning hot tears flowed down my face so freely it was as if they were merely shadows of light, dancing upon my features. I reached the door, threw it open, and found that he was waiting for me. One look, and I knew my tears had reason. He handed me a letter tied shut with a black ribbon. I opened it unnecessarily and read what I had always feared.

My parents were dead.

My tears splattered the parchment and smeared the cursed writing. I stopped reading, and glanced at Dumbledore. It was too much, and my gaze was shattered after a few moments. I could not handle those intense blue eyes. I rushed out of the room. I ran through the halls back towards the common room, trying to outrun my parents' death. I could no longer see where I was going because my vision was far to blurry. I pushed on faster as a soul shattering thought attacked my mind.

I am all alone.

I cannot outrun my problems any more than I can outrun my shadow.

I whispered the password to the Fat lady and stumbled blindly into the common room. There I collapsed unto first my knees, then knelt over, racking with sobs. My acidic tears only mocked my pain. I felt frozen; as if someone had ripped out my soul. I felt a hand upon my back, and I looked up into startling green emerald eyes.

Oh Harry.

I rose with his assistance and fell into his arms. I unleashed my tears into his shoulder and he held me close and let his warmth spread through me. He didn't need to ask a thing, as he had seen the crumpled parchment; ribbon protruding like an ebony serpent. The serpent of death.

"Hermione."

His words spoke a story, winding through a forest of emotions.

He pushed my hair behind my ears, and raised my chin so he could stare into my eyes. He gave a comforting smile, then lent in for a kiss. My emotions skyrocketed as my shock receded as my sadness transformed into warmth. The infamous fairy-tale fireworks set off and I succumbed, lost in the passionate connection. I felt so safe and happy and warm. Like everything was going to be okay.

I was wrong. I am not alone. I have Harry.

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~*~smileygirlo3~*~