Hello! This is my little 3 part song fic. It is Harry, Ron, and Hermione in the last 2 days of their time at Hogwarts. Each one is a different PoV, I hope you enjoy!
**Disclaimer: The characters belong to JKR and the song is I'll be by Edwin Mccain
His World
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Harry woke up early that morning with a deep feeling of dread in his stomach. It was their last day at Hogwarts. It was also his last chance to tell her he loved her. He couldn't stop thinking about the way her hair fell in her eyes when she read, or how beautiful her eyes were. He wanted to kiss her so bad. He grabbed his glasses off the bedside table and lay there for a little bit. He could still hear the soft snoring of his fellow room mates. He finally decided to get up and get dressed. He dressed quickly and quietly, not wanting to disturb any of the others. He left the dormitory and made his way down into the common room.
And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky
Never revealing their depth
He sank down into his favorite armchair by the fire. He was staring off, thinking of all the times he had spent in this chair. There were all the times seeing Sirius's head in the flames, all the times staying up well past midnight finishing his homework with Ron, while Hermione scolded them for not finishing it earlier.
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
All the times I wanted to tell her that I loved her more than life its self he thought, his eyes swelling up, but not allowing the tears to escape. He vaguely heard a door close and footsteps. He noticed someone sit down across from him. He looked up and there she was. God she's beautiful. He smiled at her. They sat in silence as other Gryffindors were waking and filling the room. He started gazing in to the fire again, letting his mind wander. I cant believe I may never sit here again he thought, a deep pain forming in his chest.
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
"Hey guys," Ron said, sitting down next to Harry. He had been lost in thought and was startled at the presence of Ron.
"Should we go down to breakfast?" Hermione asked. Ron shrugged, and Harry nodded. They all got up and walked out through the portrait hole together. They walked silently until they reached the Great Hall, where they were met with a great chatter. Ron set off to the Ravenclaw table to talk to his girlfriend, Luna. Harry and Hermione continued to the Gryffindor table. Harry was still silent.
"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked a worried look upon her face. He didn't say anything for a couple minutes, and then finally he spoke.
"It seems like only yesterday doesn't it?" he said distantly. He was looking towards the front of the room where the teachers table was situated. Hermione gave him a quizzical look. He remembered when they were in just their first year, and they had yet to be sorted. The Sorting Hat had finished its song, and after a couple of names were called, it had been Hermione's turn.
"I remember standing up there, knees trembling." He gave a little laugh. "I remember you being called up, me and Ron thought you were mental." They really did. She was muttering to herself, and she seemed like a careless know-it-all. That was way before they actually got to know her. He was still staring up at the front of the room, remembering that first night.
"We all ended up in Gryffindor, and I'm so glad we did," Harry said, finally looking at her beautiful face. They both sat down. Hermione began to dish up her plate, but Harry remained still and silent, still looking at the front of the room. All of those times at the feasts when Dumbledore would stand up to make a speech. Just the mere presence of him would make his worries go away. As long as Dumbledore was there, Harry had hope. And there were the times looking around to find Hagrid, even though that was not a very hard task to do. He would spot him sitting at the end of the table, and issue a wave in his direction, which Harry would receive a wave and a grin in return.
I'll be your cryin' shoulder
I'll be loves suicide
They became best friends in their first year. They were always there for each other, no matter the circumstance. Hermione and Ron had always gone along with his ridiculous schemes, always standing by his side. There were times when no body else would even look in his direction, but they stood beside him. They believed him with every far out there, but true, stories he told. They never backed down, and he was so eternally grateful for this.
I'll be better when I'm older
One day he would stop putting them through this. One day he'd either be normal, or he would just be plain dead.
"Harry, please eat something. You need your strength," Hermione told him, a look of worry on her face.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Harry responded, but still didn't take anything. He continued to gaze up at the front table, and think about how much he would miss it. "All of these memories…" he trailed off. His chest tightened, and he willed himself not to cry. They sat in silence for a couple more minutes.
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
"Wow, don't look so cheerful you guys," said a voice from behind them. Ron sat down on the other side of Harry, who was still staring off in to space, thinking. "You know, I'm not all that hungry," Harry told them, "I think I'm going to go for a walk. I'll see you guys later." Harry got up and walked through the doors of the Great Hall. He decided to head back to the dormitory; he hadn't finished packing yet. As he was reorganizing his trunk, he found his Firebolt that Sirius had given him. Pain welled up inside of him yet again. A tear trickled down his cheek, but he wiped it away. He stored it quickly away and locked his trunk. He wandered back out in to the common room and spotted Hermione and Ron sitting in their chairs by the fire.
"Just finished up packing," he said, walking down and sitting next to Hermione. All of a sudden panic overtook Ron's face.
"I haven't finished packing yet!" He bolted up the stairs to the boy's dorm. Hermione chuckled slightly. Harry stared at her for a moment. He just could not get over how beautiful she was. He had to do it soon.
And rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
"Do you want to go for a walk? I have to go get Hedwig from the Owlry and I'd like some company." Hermione agreed, and they left. They walked silently for a minute or so, but then Harry stopped. He turned to her, a single tear falling down his cheek. It was now or never. He couldn't stand the thought of her getting away.
"What is it Harry?" she asked. Another tear escaped and trickled down his cheek.
All of a sudden he threw his arms around her and pulled her in to an embrace. Hermione wrapped his arms around him. Harry trembled slightly; her arms around him were so reassuring. They stood there holding each other for awhile, until finally Harry pulled back. There was a steady stream of tears issuing from his eyes now. He had to do it. A single tear now fell down Hermione's cheek.
You're my survival, You're my living proof
My love is alive and not dead
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
"Hermione…" he started, "I love you." As Harry spoke, another tear slipped down his cheek and ran to his lips. It happened in a split second. He pulled her in and pressed his lips to hers. He pressed his lips harder in to hers soft lips. She pulled away from him and pulled him into an embrace. A tear trickled down her cheek as she whispered in his ear, "I love you too." Another tear made its way down Harry's cheek, a wave of relief coming over him. They stood there holding each other for a minute more, until breaking apart and walking towards the Owlry again.
His hand found hers as they walked, her hand was so soft, he had been longing to hold it. They retrieved Hedwig and made their way back to the common room. Hermione walked up to her dormitory to get her belongings. Harry walked up to the boys dorms to retrieve his trunk. Ron was in there also, just finishing putting all his stuff away. They made their way down to the common room together. They stood there waiting for Hermione. When she finally appeared, a smile found its way onto Harry's lips. They then proceeded to make their way to the carriages that would take them to the train. They were all silent as they walked out of the doors to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They were finally leaving.
And I've dropped out, I've burned up, I fought my way back from the dead
Tuned in, turned on, remembered the things that you said
On the train ride home, Hermione, Harry, Ron, Luna, Ginny and Neville found a compartment to their selves. There had been times when the whole world turned its back against Harry. The people sitting in this compartment were the people who never once doubted him. They stuck by him, and he felt a lump rising in his throat. Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione, her warmth felt so good against him as she leaned into him. Ron and Luna were holding hands, not speaking. Everyone was silent on the way home. When they finally pulled up to the train station, they all took their times getting off the train, not wanting it to end.
Ginny and Neville got off first, followed by Ron and Luna. Harry and Hermione finally emerged onto platform nine and three quarters. There waiting for them was his second mother (or so it should be), Molly Weasley. She was only there to pick up Ginny this time, considering all the others, save Luna, could apparate home if they wanted. They all walked through the barrier in pairs. Harry and Hermione were the last to go through. Harry felt the dread building up inside of him. This is where he had to say good bye. He knew he had to continue on his own, but wanted more than anything to stay right here with the people he cared about most. Ron and Luna were standing off to the side, saying their good byes. Harry pulled Hermione into a gentle embrace. They stood there holding each other until Ron finally walked over.
I'll be your cryin' shoulder
I'll be loves suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
"So, what now?" Ron asked. They all looked at each other, none of them quite sure what to say. Hermione's eyes filled with tears. It pained Harry so much to see her like this.
"Harry, I'm going to miss you so much," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Harry's eyes filled with tears also, and a tear made its way down Ron's cheek. "You have to go on your journey. I don't know when you will be back, but when you return …," she paused, "I will be here waiting for you." She kissed him swiftly on the cheek and turned away. He couldn't believe she just said this. These were the words he had always wanted to hear.
Harry turned to face Ron, who now had a steady stream flowing from his eyes. "You were the best friend I could ever ask for," Harry whispered. Ron looked at him, and brought him in for a hug.
"Please be careful Harry. When you get back, we have to be Aurors together. Don't go and forget about us either." Ron told him, a slight smile forming on his lips. Harry turned back to Hermione.
"I love you Hermione, I always have, and I always will." He drew in and kissed her soft lips. He wanted to stay like this forever, with the only person he's ever loved. She threw her arms around his neck. They stood there holding each other for awhile, until Hermione broke apart. "Harry," she said soflty, "you have to go. Just remember, I love you." She kissed him again, and turned away. Harry clapped Ron on the back, kissed Hermione, and then turned and walked away. It was the hardest thing he had ever done in his life. Walking away from the two people he cared about more than life its self, knowing he has to face the journey in front of him alone. Tears were welling up in his eyes.
I'll be your cryin' shoulder
I'll be loves suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
A single tear escaped and fell down his cheek. He lifted his hand and wiped it away as he kept walking, trying not to think of what he was leaving behind.
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
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