A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update! I've been crazy busy! This is the last chapter of the story but I've got some ideas for a sequel (it would probably be more G/D with Hr/H mixed in…a lot). But I won't even begin to work on that until I'm done with my other current stories, which I hope to post soon! Thanks so much to everyone who reviews!! I really do appreciate it.
Twenty minutes later, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Dumbledore, were gathered in Madam Pomfrey's office. Madam Pomfrey wasn't too pleased with such a large crowd but she knew Dumbledore would never make Hermione and Ron leave. Harry sat in a chair opposite Pomfrey who was preparing to cut the bandages. Dumbledore and Ron stood around Harry's chair as Hermione nervously paced back and forth on the other side of the room, letting out the occasional huff. Although Harry was trying to concentrate on what Madam Pomfrey was saying, all he could hear was Hermione. He reached out his hand to Ron's shirt and pulled him down.
"Ron," Harry said in soft, anxious voice. "Make her stop! She's whiging me out!" On command, Ron walked over and wrapped his arms around Hermione, forcing her to stand still. She leaned her head back against his chest and let out a large sigh.
"It will be over soon." Ron whispered into her ear. She nodded and looked over at where Harry was sitting.
"Now Harry," Madam Pomfrey explained gently. "I'm going to cut the bandage on the side and unwrap it. When I tell you, only when I tell you, I want you to very slowly open your eyes. If things are little fuzzy, don't be alarmed, it's quite normal. If you can't see anything at all… well…" She stopped and gave Dumbledore a nervous look, "We'll go from there." Harry nodded.
Madam Pomfrey lifted the scissors and began cut the top layer of the bandage. Slowly, she unwrapped it, until it fell from Harry's head. Hermione tore out of Ron's arms and ran over to where she could see Harry's face. Very slowly, he began to open his eyes. He squinted for a few moments; he didn't say anything.
"Harry, you're killing us, Mate." Ron whispered. Harry smirked and brought his hand up to Hermione's face. He stroked her cheek gently with his fingers.
"Ron?" He asked, not moving his fingers and still facing Hermione. "Have you ever noticed how beautiful Hermione is?" Hermione gasp and threw herself into Harry's arms. Dumbledore chuckled as Ron patted Harry's shoulder, grinning from ear to ear.
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Harry's vision was never perfect to begin with, thus the glasses. But the bandages were removed on Saturday and by the time classes resumed on Monday, he could see perfectly with his glasses on. Monday morning, Harry gleefully hopped down the stairs from the boy's dormitory. He looked down to see Hermione smiling at him from the couch in the common room.
"I'm adding that to the list!" He called down to her.
"What?" She asked, as she stood up to greet him. She planted a kiss on the side of his cheek as he explained.
"I'm making a list of all of my favorite things to see… Since I can." He paused for a moment as Hermione chuckled. "Your smile is one of the things on that list."
"Really?" She raised an eyebrow and pressed her body against his. "Where is it on the list?"
"I'm not sure yet." He said, looking down at her before getting a mischievous grin on his face. "There are a few other things about you I enjoy seeing and I'm having a grand time trying to put them in order."
"Oh really? Well… I'm about to set my sights on breakfast. Care to join me?" She grinned.
"Breakfast!" Ron shouted from the top of the stairs. "Not without me you don't!" Hermione and Harry laughed as their friend scampered down the stairs.
"We wouldn't dream of leaving you out, Ron." Harry said.
Once Ron caught up to them, Hermione gave him a kiss on the cheek and the three friends made their way to the Great Hall. It didn't take long for Harry to miss the feel of Hermione's hand in his. Sure, they held hands occasionally even before the accident, but they always got teased for it. It never bothered them before, but too much had happened for them to think that way now. All day, Harry just wanted to reach out and touch her, but he couldn't… They definitely needed to talk.
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Later that day, after classes, Hermione and Harry were walking by the lake.
"I love it down here." Hermione told him. "It's quiet, peaceful."
"I guess." Harry wasn't quite as impressed with Hermione. He didn't care where they were; he just wanted to be with her. They walked in silence for a few minutes. Normally, that wouldn't be a bad thing, but today the silence was awkward.
"Are we ever going to talk about it?" Harry asked. He didn't have to say what he was referring to; she knew. They stopped and faced each other.
"You're the one who was about to say something, if I remember correctly." Hermione teased. "Something about…" Her voice suddenly became serious. "About something only we can give each other."
"Yeah, I vaguely remember saying something like that." At first Hermione thought Harry was serious until he flashed a grin.
"So…" Hermione bowed her shyly. "Where were you going with that?" Harry lifted his hand up to chin and tilted her head back up, making her look him in the eye. He then leaned down and tenderly kissed her. He then pulled back and waited for her reaction.
"Well?"
"That's a good place to go." She answered in husky voice as she pulled his head down and kissed him again. After a few minutes they began to talk between kisses.
"You know, we're going to have to thank Neville."
"For what?" Hermione asked.
"For screwing up a potion." Harry said with a smirk on his face. Hermione grinned and pulled away from him.
"So I take it I'm worth the weeks of pain you just went through?" She asked dramatically.
"And so much more."
The End
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