The most crucial thing of all

princessoftheworld

Rating: G
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 15/12/2006
Last Updated: 16/12/2006
Status: completed

My version of the what happens during the final battle...

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Disclaimer: No, I did not creat Harry Potter or anything in the HP universe, please accept my feeble attempt at what I feel could be a possible story line.

A/N This is my first fanfic...Sorry if it's a catastrophy! Please enjoy and review…maybe I'll post my other stories too!

Intense was the one word that would describe the night. Harry had been fighting all night, successfully injuring or impairing various Death Eaters and immediately turning to duel the next one. Hermione and Ron were close behind, dueling the still rampant foe. Everyone seemed to sense this was the end; it was only a matter of time until Voldemort appeared and the Final Duel begun.

The Death Eaters seem to sense that it was their duty to injure Harry in any way possible, to weaken him for their Lord. Harry had just secured a profusely bloody nose when he felt himself being summoned. He was thrust backwards until Hermione's hand grasped his wrist. She pulled him behind a wall and uttered a charm to protect the area. Harry was gob smacked - he hadn't even realized that Hermione had left the battlefield, yet here she was.

Once Hermione had secured Harry behind the wall, she immediately reached for her miniature healing kit. As Harry studied her face intently, Hermione engorgio'd the kit to its normal size and immediately began working on the various wounds all over his legs, upper torso and face. Hermione was so focused on her task that despite Harry's blatant staring, she never once looked up. After a few minutes had passed, realization dawned on Harry; Hermione wasn't so much as focused on healing him, as she was on avoiding his eyes.

Harry, tired of this game rather quickly, placed his hand under Hermione's chin. She briskly brushed it away and continued at her work. Harry repeated his actions again, with the same results, until finally he lost patience, grabbed her shoulders and shook them.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry questioned, perplexed with her evasion. "Hermione, answer me! What's wrong? Why are you not looking at me?"

Hermione's head sank lower and tilted to the side as she gave a loud sniff.

"Because," she whispered with a quivering voice "Because I don't want my miserable face to be the last thing you remember before you face Voldemort!"

She began sobbing softly as Harry searched his brain for a way to comfort her. His hands slid down from her shoulders, passing her arms until he had her clenched fists on top of his overturned ones. His eyes finally made contact Hermione's and she attempted to calm down.

Harry secretly smiled at the girl before him and intimated, "Hermione, believe it or not, your face is the only one I want to see before I go defeat an almost certain death". He scanned Hermione's eyes for a reply, but when she simply gasped in confusion, Harry continued on, hoping to make her understand what he was trying to reveal.

"Do you remember the first time I went to face Voldemort?" Hermione nodded "Before I left, you said that there were more important things then cleverness and spells, like friendship and bravery, but Hermione, you missed the most crucial of them all. Hermione, you forgot all about love!"

Hermione's eyes sparkled as the confusion and sadness faded from her face. "Harry, I didn't forget about love; I knew about it all along, but I was waiting for you to catch up".

With that, Hermione unclenched her hands and entwined them with Harry's. Despite the fact that they had held hands so many times before, this time was different; it felt as though sparks were shooting through his body.

Harry was content with holding her hands momentarily, but moved in to kiss her. A tentative peck quickly turned into a passionate embrace, but Harry finally pulled away from Hermione's lips, and cupped their joined hands.

"It's time"

"What for?"

"To beat this monster once and for all. I'll be back, but promise me you'll stay here."

"Oh Harry! Be careful!"

"I will, Hermione, Now that I have you, nothing could stop me from coming back".

With that, Harry kissed her palms and rose to leave. Each step he took was one step closer to his doom, but Harry was sure that he would return alive. Once he was far enough away from Hermione, he yelled out "Voldemort, here I am! Come and fight your Fate!"'

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