A.N.: This is total H/H fluff, from the point of view of Hermione. I have never written such a fluffy story before in my life. The main reason I am writing this is because right now I have a curious inability to write something that actually has a plot. I don't really like it...I'm not very good at writing fluff, especially romantic fluff. Oh well, maybe you'll like it more than me. Anyway, enjoy and R/R!
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize from the Harry Potter series belongs to J.K. Rowling. The stories with Eliza Diawna Snape in it belong to the author Eliza Diawna Snape. I own the plot and stuff.
Did you know that as molecules, hydrogen atoms always exist in pairs? H-H. Just like that. I don't really know why, or how this came to be. It's just how nature places it. How it's meant to be, I suppose.
So why am I all alone? Shouldn't I, too, be together with another? Doesn't nature dictate that, too? So why am I not?
"Oh," you say, "But you have Viktor, don't you?" No longer. It didn't work out. He was another atom, but not one that could last for me. Not another hydrogen. He didn't make me complete.
My eyes dart around the commonroom, looking, searching, still not finding, still wondering who. Neville -- sweet, but not for me. Ron...he's nice, yes, but I just somehow can't see it. We'd fight too much. I don't even know Dean and Seamus very well, or any of the older and younger boys sitting here now.
I sigh. May as well go to the library. Perhaps there I can forget how alone I am, how incomplete my structure is, the lack of the second atom. Immerse myself in the books with whom I'm so familiar and simply forget the sad truth: that I'm alone and out of nature's structure.
And so I try to do just that. I sit down, pull a book out of the shelf, and begin to read. It's a fiction book about a girl named Eliza Diawna Snape coming to Hogwarts, and though I can't quite see it really happening, and parts of it seemed written by a muggle, it is a fun read, and it at least brushes my cares away for a few moments.
Then, in an accident that I think God made happen, my eyes just darted above the book, just for a few moments, and it happened. I saw him, the other hydrogen, the thing that would make me complete.
Harry Potter. Black hair messy, green eyes sparkling, still looking ready for adventure. Maybe I knew I liked him all along but wouldn't admit it to myself. But at any rate, now that I realized I needed the second hydrogen, I could admit that I needed Harry. This was what nature deemed my second part.
Just that moment, he looked up at me, and as our eyes locked, and I wondered if he thought what I was thinking, felt what I was feeling. Somewhere I knew that he was, because he, too, was a hydrogen atom, and therefore he, too, needed a pair so that he could become a molecule. I could tell. I asked him out to the dance, and he said yes. Our love flourished, just as when they're together, hydrogen atoms are perfect and flourish.
And when he gave me a locket with the engraving H-H forever, I knew it was right. H-H forever, because we, Harry and Hermione, would be together forever. Yes, we would be H-H forever, just like a hydrogen molecule will be forever.