This is set in the FtFT Universe, where Harmony is canon and the author is providing sporadic updates.

Disclaimer: The poor author, in no way, lays claim on the magnificence that is the Harry Potter series. Everything belongs to The Queen, J.K Rowling, except for the plot here.

EDIT: Someone (anon DragonHeart2006!) advised me to separate this particular oneshot from the rest of the story so here it is! I'm thinking of posting up oneshots set in the FtFT 'verse so you guys at least have something entertaining to read while I bash my head trying to write and update FtFT. How's that sound?:D

Rest assured, I'm typing up chapter 8 as of this moment so hopefully I'm gonna update sometime this week. Sorry for the long wait! Everything will be explained on Chapter 8, so please read that when it is published. Thank you everyone! *hugs and kisses*

Harry was never one to take things for granted, because he knew the feeling of losing something-people he cared about-and never getting them back. He knew the pain of it, of thinking he would always have them in his life and then losing them a moment later. He had too many important things, too many people he could lose, because of Voldemort, because of Death, to ever think he'd have them forever. He knew humans only had a limited time to live-even Wizards with their powers, their magic, were not exceptions.

He had much too little to be happy about with the ongoing war, fear, anxiety and anticipation ruled his heart far too often but at present, with Hermione providing him with the happiness, and love, he could have in his life now, he feared that whatever joy he could partake in was going to be ripped out of his hands and taken far, far away. He knew there was no such thing as forever, just a lifetime, a Wizard's and a Muggle's-he wondered which one he had, or maybe he had both-a lifetime of experiences stretching out on the road ahead of him, if only he lived through this war.

He wanted a lifetime with Hermione.

Hermione was a Muggleborn. Her lifespan was considerably shorter than his and Harry will lose her all too soon, with the war. Every second, moment, by her side was just a little piece of what could be his last chance to love her-with everything that he was or will ever be.

He had everything he ever thought he possibly could or would have right now, his most desperate wish for years fulfilled. But unfortunately, his everything had a metaphorical hourglass tattoed on her chest-their lifetime was a countdown that had started seven years ago and the moment of its ending was when one of them-or maybe both of them-died.

Harry wasn't willing to let go of Hermione yet, to let their lifetime together end so shortly. Maybe he would never be ready. At all.

And he had a feeling Hermione would never be too.

THIS IS MORE LIKE A DRABBLE OF SOME SORTS BUT. Idk. *headbangs*

I wrote this a few months back and couldn't decide where to put it. I wanted to publish it and since chapter 8 is still in the works, here it is! I already posted this on Tumblr but since not everyone of you guys are on there, I published this here. *beams* Thanks to those who follow me, even though all I do there is reblog the hell out of christinapotter09 and sexyhorcruxkisses (FOLLOW THEMMMM, amazing people, they are.) *guilty laugh*

Also, thank you to those who reviewed last chapter and I apologize for not replying to some of you precious people. My internet over this side of the world is crappy. (Damn you, Sun Broadband! *waves an angry fist*)

EDIT: Haha, another The Script song title! OMG. I really have to think of my own titles. *shakes head*

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