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Right In Front Of You - one-shot

Apr. 17th, 2005 | 01:27 am
posted by: ramychan in painterofwords

Title: Right In Front You
Pairing: H/Hr
Timeline: 7th year, December 2, 1997
Rating: PG
Summary: Romance/Drama. A one-shot songfic to Celine Dion's "Right In Front Of You." This is the tale of how Harry & Hermione fell in love & defeated Voldemort - all in one day in seventh year - told from Harry & Hermione's points of view.

Fanfic: Right In Front Of You

Author's Notes: This is my second fanfiction and first songfic. I got to use some plot points in it that I kind of envisioned might possibly happen in canon. Any comments/reviews/questions are welcome with an open mind!

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Misconceptions - complete

Apr. 16th, 2005 | 08:48 pm
posted by: ramychan in painterofwords

Title: Misconceptions
Pairing: H/Hr
Timeline: 5th year, pre-OotP, September 23-24, 1995
Rating: PG
Summary: Romance/Angst. Ron & Hermione just broke up. Harry finds out about the break up from a lost letter. A series of misconceptions ensues between Harry, Ron, & Hermione. Out of all of this, Harry & Hermione find something new in their friendship - love.

Chapters:
1. The Letter | 2. The Request | 3. The Invitation | 4. The Confusion | 5. The Aftermath | 6. The Outburst | 7. The Mentation | 8. The Confession | 9. The Dream | 10. The Insult | 11. The Inclination | 12. The Confrontation | 13. The Conclusion

Author's Notes: This is the first fanfiction I ever wrote. I really enjoyed writing it and was happy with the outcome. It has a rather "fairy-tale"-like ending, but that was part of the charm of writing it. Any comments/reviews/questions are welcome with an open mind!

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If I Don't Tell You Now - one-shot

Feb. 2nd, 1998 | 05:46 pm
posted by: ramychan in painterofwords

Disclaimer: This fanfiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Today.

Today’s the day. I will finally tell Hermione how I feel about her. Today is the perfect day to tell her.

Well, on second thought, today’s no good. Won’t work.


Those were my thoughts this morning, yesterday morning, the morning before that…pretty much every morning for about four months now.

I’ve kept it inside for the longest time

And I can’t keep keeping in

All this love that’s inside my heart

Maybe it’s safer not to say that I care

Maybe this road won’t lead me anywhere, but…


Merlin, I’m such a loser.

You would think that after almost seven years of friendship that I’d be able to sit her down and tell her how I feel, but no – I keep on chickening out.

Where’s that Gryffindor courage when you need it? Hiding in a bloody broom closet, that’s where it is.

I’m so afraid that she won’t return my feelings that I can’t seem to gather up the courage to lay my heart out on the line. But I can’t keep these feelings in any longer. I can’t keep fighting the urge to hold her in my arms, to touch her, to kiss her, to tell her…to tell her that I love her.

If I don't tell you now

I may never get the chance again

To tell you that I need you

Tell you what I'm feeling

If I keep these feelings in

And if I don't say the words

How will you hear what's inside my heart?

How will you know that

If I don't tell you now?


Bloody hell – what’s wrong with me?

Seriously – why can’t I just tell her? She’s my best friend; I shouldn’t have a problem being open with her. But ever since my feelings for her changed into all things non-platonic, I’ve been a bloody clam around her.

I stutter like nobody’s business, I’m caught staring at her constantly, I trip over nothing and run into things all over the castle – I make a bloody fool out of myself around her. She probably thinks that I’ve lost my marbles.

Whoa!

I’m going to end up losing my REAL MARBLES soon if I don’t watch out.

A bludger just flew across my broom, narrowly missing my crotch. And to make matters worse, Hermione is watching from the stands, along with all the rest of the school.

Well, I’ve got to get on my game and find that snitch, before that bloody bludger finds me – or my crotch – again.

***

Well, here I am, an hour later, celebrating Gryffindor’s winning of the quidditch match in the common room. I caught the snitch – a rather magnificent catch, might I add. Almost lost my MARBLES again, though, when one of the Slytherin beaters aimed the bludger directly at my broomstick.

Bloody Slytherins.

Nevermind that, though – snitch or no snitch, all I can think about is how beautiful Hermione looks tonight…and every night.

She’s sitting over on the couch, talking to Ginny and Ron about tonight’s victory, while I’m currently being detained by a rather anxious Colin Creevey, whose chattering voice is going in one ear and out the other. Don’t get me wrong – I’m nodding and grinning at him in all of the right places, but my attention is centered squarely on Hermione.

It should be made against school rules to look that sexy.

Really, it should. Or at least it should be illegal while one is playing quidditch.

“…Hermione was jumping up and down and bumped my arm, otherwise it would have been the PERFECT photograph of you catching the snitch!” Colin exclaimed excitedly as I tuned into his mad chatter at the mention of Hermione.

“Really, too bad. I’ll see you around, Colin. Nice talking with you,” I said animatedly as I waved my hand goodbye. He smiled widely and replied hastily, “‘Bye, Harry! I’ll get that shot next game!”

I escaped! Excellent! Sorry, Colin, but I’m a man on a mission. I need to talk to Hermione – alone.

Now I just have to shoo Ginny and Ron away and I’ll be able to take Hermione outside and talk to her.

Yes!

Hermione just looked up and smiled at me. She motioned for me to come over and sit down next to her. I’m making progress!

“Harry, that was a great game!” exclaimed Hermione as I sat down. She looked me in the eyes as she said this, and I started to get lost in the depths of her chocolatey brown eyes.

Snap out of it! I have to concentrate on what I have to say!

“Thanks,” I replied with a smile, looking over at Ron. I cleared my throat and Ron shifted uneasily on the couch.

Of course, Ron knows how I feel about Hermione. How could he not? I didn’t even have to say anything; he figured it out months ago – practically before I figured it out.

So he understood that I wanted some alone time with Hermione when I looked over at him.

“Hey, Ginny, why don’t we get some refreshments?” said Ron as he stood up. Ginny looked over at Hermione, then me, then back to Ron, nodding. She said goodbye to Hermione and me and left with Ron.

Excellent! I’ll have to remember to thank Ron later. He did a smashing job.

Now, here goes…

“Would you like to take a walk around the lake?” I asked Hermione as I smiled at her.

Smooth…who ever said a guy couldn’t think fast on his feet – rather, his arse, in my case?

She smiled back, nodding.

Perfect! Everything’s going accordingly, now I just need to gather up the courage to tell her how I feel.

We stood up and walked out of the common room silently.

“It was really rowdy in there!” exclaimed Hermione as we descended the stairs.

“Yeah, it was. I’m glad to get out of there,” I responded, with Colin’s chattering voice still ringing in my ears.

“Oh! I wanted to tell you – I had the strangest dream last night. I dreamt that my parents were here at Hogwarts, and that they were teachers, no less! Isn’t that strange?!” exclaimed Hermione as she looked over at me.

“Wow, that IS pretty strange. Maybe they were the new ‘Magical Dentistry’ professors,” I replied laughing. “Isn’t that what ‘M.D.’ stands for anyway?”

Hermione giggled and smiled at me as we made our way through the castle doors and out onto the lawn.

Speaking of dreams – I wonder if I’m ever in her dreams? I know that she’s in mine, and most of them involve her, me, and a silencing charm.

Hehe. Those were some good dreams….

I'd give anything to be in your dreams

And I can't stand standing by

With this dream that's inside my heart

Maybe I'm only gonna make a mistake

And there's a chance maybe my heart will break, but…


Hey, hey! Enough of that! Back to the task at hand – telling Hermione!

If I don't tell you now

I may never get the chance again

To tell you that I need you

Tell you what I'm feeling

If I keep these feelings in

And if I don't say the words

How will you hear what's inside my heart?

How will you know that

If I don't tell you now?


We just reached the large oak tree by the far side of the lake, and, taking a seat underneath its branches, I looked over at Hermione.

She gazed into my eyes and smiled. I stared back at her, getting lost in her eyes yet again. My face broke into a smile.

How will you know you're inside my soul?

Oh, it's driving me crazy

‘Cause you don't see

You're the world to me

I'm so afraid to say the way that I feel, but...


That was all the encouragement I needed. Looking into her eyes and seeing my future unfold before me is sign enough.

I love her, and I need to tell her. Something in the way that she looks at me tells me that she feels the same way I do.

If I don't tell you now

I may never get the chance again

To tell you that I need you

Tell you what I'm feeling

If I keep these feelings in

And if I don't say the words

How will you hear what's inside my heart?

How will you know that

If I don't tell you now?

If I don't tell you now


“Hermione, I need to tell you something,” I said softly, holding our gaze.

She only nodded in reply, still holding her eyes on mine.

A strong breeze blew through the tree branches, causing a strand of Hermione’s hair to blow in front of her face. It came to rest in front of her shoulder and her ear. Without a thought to it, I reached up and tucked the strand behind her ear.

“Hermione…you’re so beautiful,” I said as my heart started to pound in my chest. I brought my hand down to rest on top of her hand on her lap. Her eyes began to widen as I went on.

“Do you know how much you’ve changed my life? Until I met you, I never knew true, loyal, undying friendship. Before you, I didn’t know what true compassion was. I never knew what it was like to have someone on my side, to have someone who believed in me. You are that someone, Hermione.” I smiled again as I lightly squeezed her hand underneath mine. I noticed that her eyes were beginning to well with tears as I continued.

“But there’s something else that you taught me, something that means more to me than anything else. You taught me how to love.” As I said this, a tear cascaded down Hermione’s face. I brought my free hand up to wipe her tear away. Our gaze still intact, I went on to finish.

“Hermione, I love you.”

“Oh, Harry!” exclaimed Hermione as tears fell freely from her eyes. She sprang forward, enveloping me into a warm embrace. I closed my eyes as I hugged her back, cherishing the feeling of her body against mine. She pulled back enough to look me in the eyes, and I felt all of my feelings of uncertainty wash away.

“Harry, I love you, too. I’ve loved you for the longest time,” she said softly as she held our intense gaze.

Our heads came closer together, and our lips met for the first time. Our kiss was so passionate and gentle – it was intoxicating. As we pulled apart, Hermione took my hand in hers.

“I may have taught you how to love, Harry, but you’ve done something even more spectacular for me. You taught me how to feel loved in return.”

***

Today.

Today was the day. I finally told Hermione how I feel about her. Today was the perfect day to tell her.

Well, on second thought, today’s no good. Won’t work.

EVERYDAY is the perfect day to tell her… every day for the rest of our lives.


Those were my thoughts earlier this evening as I held Hermione in my arms and told her how much I love her for the second time.

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Green Eyes - one-shot

Jan. 28th, 1998 | 12:01 am
posted by: ramychan in painterofwords

Disclaimer: This fanfiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Harry.

It has always been Harry.

Honey you are a rock

Upon which I stand

And I came here to talk

I hope you understand

The green eyes, yeah the spotlight, shines upon you

And how could anybody deny you

I came here with a load

And it feels so much lighter now I met you

And honey you should know

That I could never go on without you

Green Eyes


I can’t quite explain why it’s this way – why one person can lift all of my problems off my shoulders like this. I mean, how is that possible? How can this one person make me feel that there is a light at the end of the tunnel? It just seems so strange to me – so foreign. If magic can’t do it, then why can he do it?

I always thought that magic could do everything. It is plain logic. What’s written in the books makes sense. But why doesn’t magic help with this feeling of hopelessness, of never-ending problems? And more pressing, why can he?

I came to Hogwarts a complete mess. I was cold and callous, bossy and unfriendly. I had been scarred by my peers at school; I had been emotionally abused one time too many, and I had just shut down. I became despondent. I lost my warmth, my essence of being human.

I had a hard time adjusting to actually living at my school for the first time. I mean, this time, there was no escape from school. School was literally my home.

I had the intentions to make friends and give myself a new start at Hogwarts, but I managed to screw it up early on. I just had to stick my nose into other peoples’ business. I had to boss Harry and Ron around, make them think that I looked down on them. I never did look down on them; really, I just looked down on their choices.

But I guess that is my problem: looking down on other’s choices and pointing them out to them without even being involved in the situation myself.

Now I can’t say so much that I regret it, though. If I hadn’t been that way in the beginning, I wouldn’t be where I am now. I wouldn’t be sitting here contemplating why this one person makes me feel that everything will turn out okay in the end.


I have been through a lot in the past seven years. I have experienced so many things that not many others can put a claim on. I have seen death. I lost both of my parents last year in a car accident. I almost lost Harry more than once. I even almost lost my own life.

Through all of this, there has been only one rock for me: Harry.

Harry has kept me sane. Just being in his presence soothes me. Words sometimes don’t even need to be spoken; it is just the comfort in him being with me that brings me to a better place. Harry is my best friend – he means the world to me.

But this brings me to my next problem.

I love him.

Not in that platonic, brotherly-sisterly way that I should, but in the way that makes my heart and soul yearn to be near him. The way that makes me feel incomplete when I’m not with him. The way that causes my breath to hitch when I look into his eyes – those beautiful, breath-takingly bright green eyes of his.

I need to tell him. I know that it is risking an awful lot, but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t stand this feeling of not knowing. I know that I might lose him completely in doing this, but I just have to risk it. I have to. If I don’t, I’ll never know, and I’ll never be truly happy. I’m slowly dying inside, even with him here with me. Resisting the urge to hold that hug a little longer, to let my gaze linger a little too long...I can’t do it anymore. It’s killing me.

He just walked in the common room. This is my chance. It is just me and him; everyone else is already in bed. It’s a little after midnight. I’m sitting on the couch in front of the fire, which has a warm and welcoming glow to it. He walked over to me and sat down close to me.

I put my head on his shoulder and he put his arm around me. The setting is perfect. Now is my chance. I can only pray that the strength that I feel in his presence gives me the strength to say this. No magic can help me now. This is all raw emotion. This is it. Here I go. Wish me luck.

Honey you are the sea

Upon which I float

And I came here to talk

I think you should know


“Harry, can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything, Hermione – anything.” I smiled at this. I then took a breath and readied myself for my next words.

“What would you say if I said that I was in love?” At this I lifted my head off his shoulder and looked into his eyes. He released his arm from around me as I did so and met my gaze. My breath hitched. There was something in his eyes that wasn’t there before; I can’t explain it, but I’ve never seen it before. Like the light behind his eyes had just gone out.

“Well, I would ask you if you were sure that it was love that you were feeling, and if you knew how the other person felt.” Harry shifted his eyes off to the side, then back to my eyes.

“Okay, well, I am positively sure that it is love; one hundred percent sure. I know because my heart and soul yearn to be near him. I feel incomplete when I’m not with him. My breath hitches when I look into his eyes. Life wouldn’t be the same without him.” As I finished I held my gaze steady in his eyes, not breaking contact. His eyebrows arched slightly in comprehension of my explanation, then he took a breath and responded concernedly.

“And do you know how he feels?”

“Well...no, I don’t...but I was hoping that he could tell me right now.” I kept my eyes locked on his. He dropped his gaze to the floor, his expression one of intense thought. His expression slowly softened and he brought his eyes back up to mine. Suddenly, I saw that light behind his eyes return.

“Y-you mean...me?” He searched my eyes for an answer, his expression one of complete and utter wonder.

“Yes, you, Harry. It’s always been you.” I smiled while I held his gaze. I saw his face light up, and he smiled back. He looked down and reached for my hand, taking it in his. He brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of it. My eyes began to well with tears. I noticed that his had, too.

“Oh, Hermione, I’ve wanted to tell you for the longest time. I have been so afraid of scaring you off and losing you for good that I kept it to myself. But I feel the same way; life wouldn’t be the same without you. I would feel lost. Hermione, you are my compass. I love you, and I have for some time.” Harry had tears streaming down his cheeks, as did I. We held our gaze even through the tears.

“And I love you. I’ve loved you for the longest time.” Our gaze growing more intense by the second, we moved in closer and closer, until our lips met for the first time ever. It was a sweet, gentle, and passionate kiss. Harry laid back against the arm of the couch and brought me down on top of him as he deepened the kiss. As we broke the kiss, we met eyes and kissed once more. After the second kiss I snuggled into Harry’s chest and he put his arms around me, holding me in his warm embrace.

“I’m so happy, Harry. I’m happy to be here with you. I love you.” I said this as the side of my face was pressed against his chest. I smiled as he began to stroke my hair. He kissed the top of my head and put his arms back around me.

“I’m happier than I’ve ever been, Hermione. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here. I love you.”

Harry.

It will always be Harry.

The green eyes, you're the one that I wanted to find

And anyone who tried to deny you must be out of their mind

Because I came here with a load

And it feels so much lighter since I met you

Honey you should know

That I could never go on without you

Green eyes, green eyes

Honey you are the rock

Upon which I stand

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Right In Front Of You - one-shot

Dec. 2nd, 1997 | 11:49 pm
posted by: ramychan in painterofwords

Disclaimer: This fanfiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.



In one day, our lives changed forever…



***



It was my seventh year at Hogwarts, and the times were bad. The rise of Voldemort had a devastating effect on the entire wizarding world, and no one was safe – not even at Hogwarts. All of the muggle-born wizards in England were being targeted, and one by one, they were being killed off. There were reports everyday of yet another attack. Dumbledore was very concerned; even though Voldemort hadn’t taken any students yet, he knew that it was only a matter of time before Voldemort would strike Hogwarts.



And he was right. Three months into the school year, it happened – the first strike. The moment that I found out about it will forever be seared into my memory. Professor McGonagall shook me and Ron awake late one night, telling us to follow her, and that something terrible had happened. I remember the look on her face as she woke us. Words couldn’t describe the absolute terror that was reflected on McGonagall’s face – she looked absolutely smitten with fear. We immediately followed her downstairs and then upstairs to the girls’ dormitories. She brought us into the seventh years’ dorm room and pointed to the wall over one of the beds. All of the girls in the dorm were shrieking in fear. My eyes followed McGonagall’s pointed finger to the wall, and I saw what all the commotion was about.



On the wall was a message, a message written in blood. It read:



“Hogwarts' brightest Mudblood – at the mercy of Lord Voldemort. You’ll find her at the Riddle House.”



My eyes welled with tears, and I began to tremble. I screamed out in disbelief, and Ron was simply frozen with shock. I read the message over and over again. I couldn’t lose her! I had left too many things unsaid – a part of me would die without her! I knew what I had to do, so I turned to Ron. He looked back at me, and without words, we reached a silent agreement. I looked back at Professor McGonagall. I think she knew all too well what I was going to do, and that nothing was going to stop me. She just nodded slowly and turned her eyes away. With that, Ron and I made our way out of the dorm. We went back into our dormitory, changed out of our pajamas, and grabbed our brooms and wands. We went outside of the castle, mounted our brooms, and cast a spell on them – a spell that directed them to bring us right to the Riddle House.



Once we got there, we were faced with a group of Voldemort’s Death Eaters. They outnumbered us 2 to 10, and they easily overpowered us. They cast full body binds on us before we had a chance to shout out our counter-curses, and leaving Ron, they took me to a very large mountain behind the Riddle House.



They threw me in a barred cave deep within the mountain and left me there. It was pitch black. I couldn’t see a thing – not even my own hand outstretched in front of me. I was shivering, sitting on the cold, hard surface of a mountain cave carved out of rock. Just then my scar began to pound with pain. I knew that he was near, very near. It was only a matter of time before I would be in the presence of Voldemort.



Life



It can twist your heart



Put you in the dark



I was cold and lonely




My scar was now racking my forehead with pain, but I was more concerned with what had become of Hermione. What had Voldemort done with her? Was she okay? Would I ever get the chance to tell her how I felt? My heart gave a sickening lurch as the thought of finding her dead body entered my mind.



Doubt



It can close you in



Build the walls within



I let fear control me




Suddenly, I heard a loud cackle from below me, and the cave’s floor started to shift underneath me. I grabbed onto the iron bars imprisoning me as the rocky flooring gave way and crumbled. I was now dangling freely from the bars, and when I looked down over my shoulder, I realized that I was hovering over a huge, deep pit – a pit that seemed to have no bottom. Voldemort was standing near the pit, staring up at me.



“Well, Potter, it looks as if you’re not going to be able to see Granger’s corpse before you die. Too bad, she’s an awful sight to see,” cackled Voldemort. He had a look of pure evil settled on his face.



“NO, NO!!! HERMIONE!!! WHY HER?!” I exclaimed as I struggled to hold onto the bars. Tears welled in my eyes once again as the thought of Hermione’s dead body entered my mind. I couldn’t hold onto the bars any longer. There wasn’t anything that I could do. My hands slipped off of the bars, and I began my descent into the pit



I let go



Didn’t know



Where the answer would be




All of the sudden, I heard a voice shout out “Immobulus!” and I was immediately suspended in midair. I then heard the same voice shout out another spell, “Accio Harry!,” and I was jetted away from the pit and towards the spell caster.



“Harry!!! Are you alright?!” exclaimed the voice.



I finally recognized the voice…it was Hermione! My heart did a flip inside my chest. She was alive!!! And she just saved me!



I was brought to Hermione and set on my feet right in front of her. She was looking at me with tears in her eyes. She looked like she had been through a lot – her pajamas were torn and tattered and she had bloodstains and cuts all over her body. She leapt forward and pulled me into a tight embrace.



“HERMIONE!!! I thought you were dead!! I thought that I had lost you!!!” I trembled as I said this to Hermione. The thought of ever losing her made my stomach ache. I hugged her tightly to me, afraid to let her go. Somehow I knew that my feelings for her were changing, that they were morphing into something different than before. It was more than something left unsaid now – it was something much more powerful than that. Before I could even think it over, I said what I felt. “I-I love you too much to lose you.”



Right in front of you



Right in front of me



We were looking



But somehow, some way



We couldn’t see



That the love was always there



It’s been around us everywhere



I had to fall to finally see



That you were right in front of me




*****



My heart did a flip. My best friend just told me that he loved me! “Harry—” I began, as I pulled away to look Harry in the eyes, but I was interrupted by Voldemort’s shrill voice.



“How touching, but I’m afraid that this sweet reunion will have to be cut short,” said Voldemort in a rash tone. “It’s time, Potter, to show me what you’re made of.”



Harry turned around to face Voldemort. I put my hands on Harry’s shoulders. “You can do it, Harry, I KNOW you can. I have faith in your abilities,” I said to Harry reassuringly. He turned and looked at me. He nodded as a slight smile tugged at his lips.



Faith



It can lift you up



And we’ve got enough



To reach a new beginning




Harry turned back to Voldemort. Voldemort rested his gaze on me as I let go of Harry’s shoulders. Harry must have noticed this, because he then spoke to Voldemort in a tone that I had never heard him use before – a tone that had the marks of pure threat laced within it. “Leave Hermione out of this.”



Love



Can withstand a storm



In the final hour



We’ll find the joy in living




“I won’t touch her,” smirked Voldemort. He moved his gaze from me to Harry, then back to me again. Then, before I knew what had happened, I saw a bright stream of light jetting towards me. Once it hit me, I was immediately lifted up and thrown backwards through the air.



*****



Before I knew what had happened, Voldemort had pointed his wand at Hermione and sent her flying backward towards the hard cave wall. She hit the wall with a loud thud and then collapsed to the cave floor, hitting her head on a large rock on the way down.



My heart gave a lurch as I saw Hermione crumpled on the floor, not moving. I screamed her name as I ran over to her side. Tears were falling freely from my eyes as I knelt beside her. I could hear Voldemort cackling madly in the distance, but I was not ready to face him yet. I was too concerned about Hermione. Looking at her face, I noticed that a pool of blood was forming around her head on the cave floor.



“HERMIONE!!! NO!!!” I screamed as I put my arms under her and lifted her into my embrace. “DON’T LEAVE ME!!! I CAN’T LOSE YOU!!! I LOVE YOU!!!”



Don’t let go



‘Cause I know



Pretty soon you will see




Hermione was still motionless. I brought my hand up to her face and placed it on her cheek. Now crying uncontrollably, I rested my forehead on hers. I shut my eyes, and a single tear fell onto her face. Just then, Hermione’s body began to glow. I lifted my head up from hers. A golden halo enveloped her entire body, and, as I watched on in pure amazement, all of the cuts and gashes on her body began disappearing – even the blood stopped flowing out of the back of her head. Once all of her wounds had vanished, the golden halo dimmed and slowly died out.



I now concentrated on Hermione’s face, looking for signs of her awakening, as I heard Voldemort laughing distantly in the background. “Hermione, come back to me. I need you…I need you by my side. I love you.” I leaned my face back down to hers as I said these words, and closing my eyes, I placed a gentle kiss on her lips.



*****



I heard Harry sobbing, and I felt his warm embrace around me. My body felt like it was weightless, like I was floating. I didn’t feel any more pain. I then heard Harry begin to speak, and the words that he said changed my life.



“Hermione, come back to me. I need you…I need you by my side. I love you.” My heart leapt at his words. Then, unexpectantly, I felt his lips touch mine in a gentle, soothing kiss.



I felt a jolt of excitement course through my body. He said he loved me – again. But this time…this time something changed when he said it. My perception of his words had changed.



After seven years of friendship, Harry and I had become very close. We had gone through some difficult battles, and we were always there for each other. We had a certain ‘love’ for each other – a friend’s love. But just then…when I felt his lips touch mine for the first time ever, I realized that there was another kind of love between us, a love that had been there all along, lying dormant.



Right in front of you



Right in front of me



We were looking



But somehow, some way



We couldn’t see



That the love was always there



It’s been around us everywhere



I had to fall to finally see



That you were right in front of me




My eyes fluttered open as Harry pulled away from my lips. He opened his eyes, and as he met my gaze, I could see the mixture of amazement and joy in his eyes.



“Hermione!!! You came back to me!!!” Harry exclaimed as he tightened our embrace. I put my arms around him and squeezed him tightly. It felt right being in his arms, and even though Voldemort was present, still laughing maniacally, I felt safe in Harry’s embrace.



You are my tomorrow



There’s safety in your arms




*****



She came back to me – finally, she opened her eyes. I felt a sudden wave of relief wash over me. Hermione was going to be okay. She pulled back from our embrace and brought her hands up to my face. She wiped the tears off of my cheeks with her thumbs and brought her eyes up to meet mine. A smile tugged at her lips, and seeing her smile made me smile too. And then she said the words that I had been longing to hear – the words that would change my life forever.



“I love you, Harry. I’ll always be right by your side.” As she said these words, tears started to well up in her eyes, and she brought my face down to hers and kissed me. The kiss was full of meaning for the both of us. There were no reservations – we knew how we felt about each other, and we were able to express it in a mutual kiss for the very first time.



As the kiss came to an end, we embraced once again. My tears turned from tears of grief to tears of joy, and I felt that I had finally found true bliss.



“Hermione, I’ll always be by your side. I love you.” As I said this she hugged me tighter to her, and we stayed that way, revelling in our warm embrace.



Where you go, I’ll follow



‘Cause you’re the world where I belong




“I can’t take any more of this – it’s like watching one of those muggle soap operas! Let’s get on with it!” snarled Voldemort with an evil grin.



Suddenly, I had an idea. It had a good chance of working, but I needed Hermione’s consent to make it happen. I turned my head to whisper in her ear. As we parted, she nodded, and I helped her to her feet. We both reached into our robe pockets and retrieved our wands. Wasting no time, we pointed our wands at Voldemort and shouted in unison, “Avada Kedavra!!!”



Just then, two bright green streaks of light emanated from our wands, rocketing towards Voldemort. Before he knew what hit him, Voldemort was struck by both curses simultaneously. He instantaneously dropped to the floor. He was dead.



I turned to Hermione, and we shared a moment of contemplation. We did it – we vanished Voldemort. He was gone, and we were free.



“You did it, Harry!!! He’s gone, he’s really gone!!!” shouted Hermione as she threw her arms around me. I put my arms around her and responded. “WE did it, Hermione!!!”



Just then, someone entered the cave. “Harry!!! Hermione!!! You’re okay!!!” It was Ron. I couldn’t have been any more elated – Ron was okay too.



“Ron, how did you manage all of those Death Eaters by yourself?!” I questioned, amazed.



“It was simple, really. Once they put the body bind on me, they threw me into one of the Riddle’s bedrooms. The bloke who cursed me must’ve had a faulty wand, because the spell wore off in minutes. I snuck out of the bedroom and launched a full out attack on them, using the house’s mirrors. They didn’t know where the curses were coming from, so before they figured it out, I had a full body bind on them all. Then I summoned Hedwig and sent a message to Dumbledore about the Riddle House being full of detained Death Eaters. He should be on his way as we speak,” finished Ron. He looked quite pleased with himself. He then looked over my shoulder and noticed the fallen Voldemort. His mouth fell open. “H-how did you manage that?!”



“Hermione and I cast the Killing Curse at the exact same time, and it overpowered him. He could survive one dose of it, but not two,” I replied.



Just then, wizards from the ministry arrived and questioned all three of us. Even though the Killing Curse is a curse punishable with a life sentence in Azkaban, the ministry was not in any way interested in pressing charges – after all, this was Voldemort we were talking about. After they had finished, they dismissed us, and went over to examine Voldemort’s body.



“Well, let’s be getting back to Hogwarts,” stated Ron as we watched the ministry wizards gather around Voldemort’s remains.



As we began to make our way out of the cave, Ron leading the way, Hermione stopped and took my hand. She brought me in front of her and held my hands in hers.



“Harry, I love you,” said Hermione, a smile playing on her face.



“I love you, too, Hermione,” I replied, a wide grin forming on my face. I leaned in and kissed Hermione, this time more passionately than before.



“Did I…miss something?” inquired Ron. Hermione and I pulled away and looked over at Ron, who was grinning. Hermione and I exchanged glances as Ron chuckled lightly. “Well, it’s about bloody time. It took you two long enough. Now, come on, let’s get you two lovebirds back home.”



Hermione and I laughed too, and, taking her hand in mine, we left the cave, embarking on a new beginning together.



***



Our lives changed forever that day in seventh year. It’s funny how life works sometimes – something can be right in front of you for the longest time, and you can look right at it and never see it, but it takes only one pivotal moment in your life to realize that it’s been right there in front of you all along.



Right in front of you, in front of me



Somehow we couldn’t see



Right in front of you



I had to fall to finally see



Right in front of you



Right in front of me



We were looking



But somehow, some way



We couldn’t see



That the love was always there



It’s been around us everywhere



I had to fall to finally see



Right in front of you



Right in front of me



We were looking



But somehow, some way



We couldn’t see



That the love was always there



It’s been around us everywhere



I had to fall to finally see



That you were right in front of me



I finally see



I had to fall to finally see



That you were right in front of me

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