Incomplete ~ Kristen Radcliffe
The nagging feeling in Hermione's stomach pulled at her again. He was gone now, but she still had never told him any of her feelings. He lay, somewhere in a coffin, unknown to Hermione. She never even went to the funeral. She never even left the house anymore. Her soul rested indoors, so that was where she stayed.
But even as the world revolved outside she ignored everything that went on around her. If she had paid attention, she might have noticed all the owls coming to her window. She might have noticed Ron's phone calls, telling her that she needed to move on. That she had to find someone else to love. Harry was gone, and wasn't coming back.
Weeks went by, and Hermione sat alone in her room, watching the rain fall outside. It poured down, crashing against the ground and the houses outside. Hermione felt like the rain was her heart, falling, falling down deeper into madness. A knock approached her door and she turned to it, letting them know she was inside. Her mother greeted her.
"Dear, you have a visitor." Her mother said.
"In this weather? Who is it?"
Her mother just shrugged.
"I dunno, but he has black hair And the greenest eyes I've ever seen." she said very softly.
Those words, black hair and green eyes, drove her down the stairs. The door was closed but Hermione could see a figure in her driveway, standing in the rain. She swung open the door, revealing a heavy downpour and her love. Harry Potter, clothes tattered and soaking wet, stood staring at her, like she was some kind of angel.
Hermione stepped out into the rain, soaking her immediately. Harry stood, almost as if a statue, before her. Hot tears ran down Hermione's face as she looked at him. He hadn't changed at all. The same hair. The same face, that Hermione thought was carved by angels. The same green eyes that made her heart flutter. Those green eyes that helped her look straight into his soul.
"Hermione?" Harry asked, like he couldn't believe his eyes.
She nodded, making her wet hair stick to her face. She stepped closer to him and unbelievably, she slapped him hard across the face.
"You inconsiderate prat! Why? Why didn't you write me? Do you have any idea how upset I've been? I thought you were dead! Everyone has! How can you just come up out of the blue like this? Harry, what is wrong with you?"
Harry looked into her deep brown eyes and almost slapped himself. Everything Hermione said was true. But, she wasn't finished.
"Harry, I thought you were brave? Where is that Gryffindor courage? Where is the Harry I used to know? You have driven me into complete insanity! I thought---I thought I'd lost you."
Harry let her begin to cry, but then pulled her close, letting her cry on his shoulder. She kept shouting at him, nonsense words. Calling him a coward and stupid. He let her. She was right. He had run away from everything, because he was scared. He wasn't sure where his courage lay anymore. He only knew where his heart was. Eventually Hermione pulled from him. She didn't nod or anything, just pulled from him and walked away from him, back to her front door.
Then, rage spread through Harry like wildfire.
"THIS ISN'T OVER!" he shouted at her, leaving her bewildered.
The rain began to soften, and so did Hermione. He was right. This wasn't over. Her feelings for Harry were still very strong. But, how could she just go back to him? Like nothing had happened. She stepped closer to him and spoke, like she was speaking to a baby. Very softly, yet meaningful.
"Your right this isn't over. But what can you do to let me forgive you?"
She pretty much knew the answer. He stepped to her, his green eyes red from the rain and most likely, tears. Harry grabbed her neck and pulled her into a passionate kiss, making her almost die from the heat. This was nothing she had ever experienced. Not with Viktor Krum, nor Ron Weasley. This was filled with love and patience. Kindness, understanding, lust, and romance. Something only one man could give her. Harry Potter.
They pulled apart and Hermione almost fainted. She clutched Harry's coat and hung lazily unto him. When she finally looked at him, he looked punch drunk, or madly in love. She went with the second one.
"Harry, that was---was---"
She couldn't even finish. Total shock approached her. She thought she had been in love. She knew nothing of the sort. What she felt now was love. That feeling in the pit of her stomach, making her want to barf everywhere. The feeling in her lips after she had kissed Harry. The way when he looked into her eyes, her heart melted. That……was love.
"Harry---I----"
Harry lifted her chin and looked at her.
"You what, Hermione?"
"I love you." she said.
Those words hit both of them like lightning. Harry's eyes grew wide but he soon smiled. As for Hermione, she began to think she was brain dead. She couldn't think anymore. Soon, Harry blinked away tears and spoke to her, making more tears reach them both.
"I love you too."