Hey! This is my first attempt at fanfics... So, please be kind... But, I'm open to helpful criticism... Please R&R

I do not own Harry Potter or else everyone would have been alive and Draco would be snogging Hermione senseless in a broom closet... Well, that's another story... The first line is from the original book...

I hope you guys enjoy...

**"And quite honestly," he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now only of the four-poster bed lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower and wondering whether Kreacher might bring him a sandwich there, "I've had enough trouble for a lifetime"**

But apparently, trouble had a huge creepy crush on Harry James Potter...

The great hall (or what was left of the great hall to be precise) had been rearranged to take shape of a huge hospital wing. All the warriors who had sacrificed their lives for the wizarding world had been moved to a huge classroom where they were placed on golden beds. Kingsley, Slughorn and McGonagall had examined Voldemort's body for any signs of life, however minute it might be, but found no such thing to everyone's relief. They decided to let the Chosen One decide what is to be done with the body of the vile creature and left him in on the floor near a toilet.

Everyone had decided to take a nap (or rather forced to have a lie down by one Molly Weasley) after everything seemed to have calmed down. Mrs. Weasley had insisted that nothing good would come of physical exhaustion. So, all the students and teenagers were sent up to dormitories, irrespective of which house, to take a well deserved break.

Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived Again, was half sitting and half dozing on the floor in front of Dumbledore's portrait. Kreacher had brought him sandwiches and coffee which he has devoured with his best friend Hermione Granger, who was sitting next to him with her head on his shoulder. They felt at peace. Ron had gone down to support his family and the two were left alone to support each other as they had no family at the moment.

Suddenly, Harry voiced a question which had been forming in his tired brain.

"So, you and Ron are finally together?"

Hermione was startled, but answered calmly, "I'm not sure Harry.."

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

Hermione stared at the opposite wall without a word. Thinking that she may not have heard the question, Harry was about to ask her again when suddenly McGonagall entered the office, followed by a panting Slughorn.

McGonagall looked at her former students with barely hidden emotions.

"Harry, when you feel up to it, could you come down to the lobby with Hermione? We need to settle a few things."

Both the teenagers stood up instantly and witnessed something they wouldn't have imagined in their wildest dreams. McGonagall came up to them and gave them a hug that could rival Mrs. Weasley!

As they all climbed down the stairs, a tornado of thoughts was forming in Harry's mind. Ginny had come up to the office earlier and dragged him out for a "passionate kiss" but Harry felt that it was different. There was no spark; no monster within him. He realized that he was no longer in love with Ginny. Was he ever in the first place? He couldn't just lie to her. He couldn't give her false hopes. So, he decided to be honest with her but Ginny interrupted him.

"I know; I feel the same. I love you Harry. But I'm not in love with you. I guess I was so hung up on the idea of loving you that I fell short towards actually loving you the way you deserve."

"Thanks Ginny. I love you too and I'll always be there whenever you need me. So… friends?"

Ginny smiled and gave him a warm hug. "Of course! Mr. Savior-of-the-wizarding-world!"

They both had laughed and Harry felt ten times lighter.

But now, his mind was heavy with newly found thoughts about one Hermione Granger. The moment he had seen her kissing Ron in the Room of Requirements, his monster had awoken with a fury so strong, he was afraid he would hex Ron till eternity! He could not understand why he had such a feeling. Besides, at that precise moment they were quite preoccupied with the war and he didn't have time to ponder his thoughts. But now that there was no threat of a Mad-mad behind his neck, Harry had time to contemplate what he thought of his best friend.

He was happy that she was alive. Scratch that; he was frigging relieved that she was there next to him in one piece and would thank all the gods responsible for her well being.

He looked at Hermione and she gave him a tired smile. He noticed that they were holding hands. It seemed so... normal. He never wanted to let go. Harry stared at her. She had never left his side. She was so beautiful, so brave and not to mention the brightest witch of her age. It wasn't irrational to fall in love with her...

What a minute... Did he just think that he was in love with his female best friend? No! That's preposterous!

'And so very true', his subconscious sighed.

'No, that can't be...'

'Why not?', the voice in his head, which sounded suspiciously like the witch next to him, fired back.

'Think about it, she is the one you've always opened up to. She erased her parents memories, volunteered for the horcrux hunt, almost died at the hands of Bellatrix and saved your arse more times than you could count! You are in love with Hermione Granger!'

'No, she's like a sister.'

'Could have fooled me.'

'Stop bugging me!'

'I'm your subconscious. It's my job!'

"Harry?"

"WHAT?" Harry realized he had just snapped at Hermione (the real one, outside his head).

"Sorry. What were you saying?"

She smiled at him and his heart melted. Gosh! He was in trouble!

"You have to decide what is to be done with Voldemort's body."

She placed her hand on his cheek and he subconsciously leaned towards it. Her touches felt so different after the realization had hit his head like a rouge bludger. After her hand left his cheek he felt it's absence strikingly.

He was in very serious trouble...

Suddenly, a gasp from Hermione brought him back to reality. He followed her line of sight and found a book peeping from the pocket of Voldemort's robes. He saw Hermione bent down to take the book. As soon as she touched the book, it emitted a blinding blue light and the next second, Hermione was sucked inside.

The last thing Harry heard was Hermione screaming his name before he himself collapsed and passed out.