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Authors Note: Hey guys!! Thanks for all the great reviews and please keep them coming. The title is still under consideration as of yet. Oh and thanks to those who made me aware of some of my mistakes. In chapter 1 Hermione did not talk to Harry, that was Professor McGonagall and I also made a grammatical error. It should have said couldn't HAVE instead of couldn't OF. So thanks everyone and please keep up those reviews!! Love you all!
Chapter 2
Harry carried her to the Gryiffindor common room. Ignoring all the looks and whispers, all the questions and just walked with her into the washroom. Harry sat her on the floor against the wall while he went to get some supplies. He came back not even a minute later with a bowl of warm water, a washcloth, a change of clothes and a first aid kit. He sat next to her and pulled her into his lap. Her head was again in his neck, giving him easy access to her arm and shoulder where he found a long bloody gash. They sat silently as he cleaned her injuries.
As he neared the sleeve of her shirt he found that her wound disappeared underneath. He asked with his eyes if it was okay and hers seemed to nod. He gingerly pulled her shirt up and over her head. A scar in the center of her torso caught his eye. It was in the shape of a lightning bolt, like his but hers was a lot bigger. It looked like it had been quite painful once and it brought forth memories of a time when he had once thought he had lost her. The Department of Mysteries. She had known it was a trap, she was the only one to call him on it, and yet, she went with him anyway. Even after he had yelled and made accusations about her, after he had given her numerous chances to leave and be safe, she stayed with him. Protected him and ultimately, saved him. He had put his closest friends' lives in danger with his irrationality. He felt so ashamed with himself. Why would someone so good and brilliant still be by his side? Someone who had a wonderful future and an excellent chance at having her very own family, stay with someone doomed to kill all those around him?
He traced her scar with his index finger then kissed her forehead, silently telling her he loved her for it, for everything she's ever done for him. He expected no response, for her to be still and empty. He was gladly mistaken, for as his lips grazed her head she whimpered or groaned. He wasn't sure which, and quite frankly he didn't care at the moment.
"Hermione?" He looked her deep eyes as he had in the hospital wing and to his delight she slowly focused on him.
"Harry?" She croaked. Her throat was sore and dry.
"Yeah. It's me." He gave her a lopsided grin. She gave a small one in return before she threw her arms around him in a fierce hug.
"You're okay! Oh Harry I was so worried! I didn't know whether or not you were hurt or anything! Oh it was so terrible Harry! All these curses were flying around, bodies everywhere and we tried our hardest, Ron and I- Ron! Ron was hit! We have to go see if he's okay! Come on Harry-Harry?" She had gotten up and was walking to the door when she turned around to see Harry with tears in his eyes. At the mention of Ron's name, tears had sprung to his eyes. She kneeled down in front of him and brushed his tears away. "Harry what's wrong?"
"We were already there Hermione. Don't you remember?" She crinkled her eyebrows together in concentration. Then she shook her head no. "What do you remember?"
"Well you left with Dumbledore, then Ron, Neville, and Ginny went to the room of requirement to look for Malfoy while Luna and I went to keep an eye on Snape. Professor Flitwick ran right into his office screaming hysterically and then Snape went up to the great hall. Flitwick I guess had passed out or something so Luna stayed with him while I followed Snape. He led me to the battle then … uhm, I-I was dueling with a death eater and out of nowhere, Ron tackled me out of the way and was hit by a greenish beam. He just collapsed. That's it. Why? What happened after that?" Harry was crying silently now. A skill he had learned at the Dursley's. He looked at Hermione. She was alive. She was barely alive because of Ron. He saved her.
"Mione, Ron's … he's d-dead." He had hoped she'd cry hoped she'd scream and throw a tantrum. Instead he watched her expression harden, become cold, hateful even.
"Harry if this is some sort of prank you two are pulling, it's not funny." His tears splashed the ground as he shook his head.
"I'm sorry Mione. I wish it were a joke." She turned her face away from him, looking straight ahead at the wall to the left of him. For a second she seemed like she was thinking of something. Only for a second, then he realized she was leaving him again. Her face was becoming once again expressionless, blank. The twinkle in her eyes slowly vanishing, becoming unfocused. He panicked. She couldn't leave him, not again, not ever! He'd die without her.
"No! No Hermione! Don't leave me please! I can't lose you too! I love you Mione! Stay with me please!" At some point during his hysterical cry for her, her head snapped up to meet his tear-filled eyes. Panic and an unknown emotion filling hers. She began caressing his face with her hands, wiping his tears, calming him.
"Shh, shh. Harry It's okay. Don't worry. I'll never leave you. I love you too much. It's okay Harry, I'm here. I'm here." She held his head against her shoulder and rubbed his back and face while, for the first time in his life, he cried out loud with screams of pain and anguish.
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