Love Lives by A_Red_Headed_Weasley

Rating: PG
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 10/04/2009
Last Updated: 10/04/2009
Status: Completed

A little ficlet about the devastation directly after the final battle. H/HR fluffy angst




1. Love Lives
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**A/N: Here's a short old one shot I did, please excuse any grammar or spelling errors, I
did write this a few years back, enjoy!!**

**Love Lives**

**Written By: A_Red_Headed_Weasley**

The Head Boy and Girl sat together in each other's arms, not saying a word looking longingly
into the roaring fire. Harry Potter and Hermione Granger sat, tears rolling slowly down each of
their faces wondering what life would be like in the future.

"Hermione...." Harry whispered into her ear with a slight sniff, "...I can't
help thinking, if I had just moved a little faster, I could've..." He trailed off.

Hermione looking angry, turned to face him, still in his arms, "Harry James Potter,
don't you dare blame yourself for what happened, everyone knew what they were getting into when
they fought, Ginny and Ron and the others,......" she too began to trail off but spoke up with
a slightly choked voice, "wouldn't have wanted you to blame yourself."

Harry was fighting an internal battle, it made sense what she said, but still as he remembered
the events of that day, the day he killed Voldemort, had he been a few minutes quicker in the
battle maybe more lives could be saved. Harry was just beginning to fall back into the depression
he had been feeling nearly every minute of every day, when he felt Hermione move slowly against his
chest, and he felt the warmth of her body spread through his and into the very depths of his
heart.

"You're right 'Mione, you're always right," Harry said kissing the top of
her head, the feelings that Harry felt for her were more than that of friends.

Hermione sat there in Harry's arms feeling his warm breath on head, it had been only a month
since Ron's death, a death which had hurt her very deeply, but hurt her on a level of loosing a
friend, not a lover, she had known her relationship with Ron wouldn't last, it had been
foolish, she was merely trying to fill the void in her heart, which she soon realized could only be
filled by a certain dark haired, green eyed man who happened to be in the same room as her at that
very moment. But sadly she knew the feelings weren't mutual

"Harry perhaps we should go to bed,” Hermione said sadly still with tears forming in her
eyes, "we're going home tomorrow and the train leaves early."

At that moment Harry realized something, " 'Mione?"

"Yes Harry."

"About this summer, I...." Harry again felt his throat close on him as he came to the
realization he had tried to block from his mind, he had no home, the Burrow along with it's
occupants had been for lack of a better word, destroyed and Grimmauld Place had been smashed into
oblivion after spies in the Order destroyed it, ".....would it, I mean if it is okay with you,
can I stay at your house, I mean I have no where to go."

Hermione again turned to look into his eyes, "Harry, we may have lost friends and family,
but you will always have me, if you ever need anything I'll be there, I would love to have you
this summer, and as long as you need to stay until you can get somewhere." she began to
blush.

He pulled her tighter into the embrace, "Thank you so much."

That night they retired to their respective dorms and both had the same things on their minds.
Love.

**=====**

Harry and Hermione sat in the recently vacated Granger home for the second week since term had
ended. When they had first arrived on the threshold of the home sorrow fell over both, during the
last few months of open warfare Hermione's parents had been killed while out doing their
shopping by a band of death eaters who took out another hundred muggles before vanishing.

Hermione spent the first few days crying her eyes out, whether it be in her fathers study, in
her parents bedroom, and throughout the entire house. Hermione was glad that Harry had moved into
her home, when she was crying he was a shoulder to lean on, a body to cover in her tears, but most
of all a man to comfort her frailty.

That second week had gotten better for Hermione who had still spoken very little while she was
at her home, that morning she led Harry down to the small pond behind the house, as they laid down
on the cool dew covered grass she placed her head on his chest smiling up into his eyes.

They lay there for more than an hour, slowly watching the sun peak out over the pond, and raise
higher and higher into the sky, they watched as birds flew from tree to tree, singing brightly and
swimming in the light cast across the water.

After a few more moments, Hermione spoke up, "Harry?"

Harry who had been slowly drifting off to sleep was immediately woken by the sound of
Hermione's voice, " What's wrong 'Mione, are you alright?"

"Yes," she said smiling at his eagerness to help her, "I just wanted to talk to
you."

"Oh, well what would you like to talk about, you can tell me anything."

She was stealing herself to speak the words that her heart shouted every moment that they were
together, "I wanted to talk to you about Ron." This was clearly not what Harry was
expecting, she could tell because of the quick intake of breath that she felt and heard as her head
lay on his chest, "Harry before he.....he....died, we, decided to go our separate ways, I mean
not date any more."

" 'Mione if this is too much for you to talk about, you don't have to say
anything."

"Harry, please, I'm telling you this because I want to, I've been wanting to tell
you this for a long time, I...Love you Harry, I....." She wasn't able to finish her
sentence; in a swift movement Harry had sat up and looked down into her eyes, and moved his lips to
hers.

After a brief kiss Harry broke it off and looked deeper into her eyes, not to make her feel safe
but to use a new technique of legilimency on her, one which allowed the initiator to share memories
with the subject rather than take them.

As Harry opened his mind to Hermione he showed her memories of the two together since their
first year, from him hugging her after his bout with Voldemort, to crying over her limp form after
being put into the magical coma from the basilisk, to third year as they held each other as she
used the time turner, to moments throughout the last four years. As he broke eye contact with her
he saw a tear glisten in the corner of her eye, "I love you Hermione, since I first laid eyes
on you, I have loved you."

He leaned in again to kiss her, this time their kiss went deep, he could feel her tremble in his
arms, as they fought for breath he allowed his tongue to move across the bottom of her lip, begging
for entrance, as she parted her lips she felt his hands move across her back, they caressed her
body, as they kissed deeper and deeper Hermione broke the kiss off.

"Harry, can we go inside, I think I'd like to get some breakfast and then can we go and
see my mother and fathers graves."

" 'Mione you told me when we first came here that if there was anything I'd ever
need you'd be there, and I'm telling you now that if you ever need anything, I will be
there for you always."

**=====**

"Ronald Sirius Potter! James Arthur Potter!" Hermione screamed across the den,
"Do not even think about putting those wizbangs in your father's study!"

"Yes, mom." both boys looked crestfallen and sulked away towards their rooms. For two
ten year olds they could be a handful, however Hermione was dreading the day she would send them
off to Hogwarts, they were after all her first borne children.

It had been nearly twelve years since that day at her parents home where she and Harry had told
each other the secrets that they had been holding onto for such a long time. Only two months after
that day they had been married and started their lives together, both as teachers at Hogwarts,
Harry naturally Defense Against they Dark Arts and Hermione, Transfiguration that had been vacated
after Professor Gerard was killed in the War.

Nearly three years after their marriage had begun, Hermione found herself sick every morning,
thinking it was just the flu, students had been very sick that month, however when she had been
examined Poppy told her that she was pregnant and with twins.

That had been the happiest moment of hers' and Harry's lives, that was until the birth
of the two, both with Hermione's brown hair, but with Harry's piercing green eyes.

Hermione was knocked out of her reminiscing by a loud 'woosh' behind her and out of the
fire stepped the man who she loved as thoroughly as the moment they had first been wed, and running
over to greet him found herself in a deep kiss, something that they had done everyday determined
never to let the spark dim on their love.

"How was class today love?" Hermione asked looking Harry kissing him again on the
lips.

"Oh you know, same old same old, Neville and Luna's son did exceptionally well, it
seems he's inherited his fathers talent, although he talks about Crumple Horn Snorcacks like
they live in his backyard," Harry said with a smile, "can you believe it, one more year
and our boys will be off to school."

"Yes love I know, now our little trouble makers have trudged off to bed, so what shall we
do *professor*?" Hermione said a smile moving across her face. And that was how they
became who they were today, Professors Harry and Hermione Potter. Harry eventually went on to
become Headmaster, while Hermione had to take maternity leave trice more once, with their first
daughter, Ginerva Jane Potter, a second time with their third son Remus Prongs Potter, and lastly
with another set of twins, two girls, Lily Marie Potter, and Jane Evans Potter.

**A/N: So I hope you liked it, amazing what a bored hour at 1 A.M. can do, if you guys like it
I will write more, so please review for me and let me know what you think!!**

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