A/N Ok. This is first fanfic of my life. I know it might be alittle off but I did this one just to make sure it was working. Please RR. Thank you and enjoy. Also I do not own anyove the characters or the setting of Hogwarts. It is all owned by Rowlings brillient mind. thanks
Why?
Harmione looked out across the silver surface of the Hogwarts lake. It was dusk and the sun was slowly beginning its decent down the western horizon. It cast a shade of gold over the grounds making a perfect ending of a spring day.
Hermione, however, hardly even notice the natural beauty of the land. She sat trying to clear her head of the horrible argument that she had just had with Harry. It wasn't even much of an argument. Just her yelling at him. How could she have blown up like that? It wasn't like it was even something important. It was just probably all in her mind.
Since the attack by the Death Eaters at The Burrow over the Christmas holidays he had been ignoring her. She didn't know why. He had saved her for crying out loud! If it wouldn't have been for him then she would be dead. What was the problem?
Now she felt even worse as she remembered it. Harry had saved her life and what had she done in return? Yelled at him. Over what? Just because she thought he was ignoring her. How ungrateful she must have seen to him. How she hated herself at that moment.
A small tear rain down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away and tried to regain composer. She shouldn't be such a baby. What she should do is apologize to Harry. He dealt with so much as it was, she wanted to be sure to be there for him. He needed her and Ron now more than ever.
Slowly Hermoine realized that someone had walked up beside her. She looked up from her seat on the bank and saw Harry's tall figure standing next to her. He sat down next to her and looked out over the water.
"I'm sorry," he said.
Hermione shook her head. "No, I'm the one that should be sorry. I got mad at you over the silliest thing. I now you really aren't ignoring me or anything. It was probably all in my head." She tried to play it off with a smile. " I just didn't want you to think that I couldn't help you or anything. I wanted you to know that I'm here for you."
"It wasn't in your head." Harry replied. " I was ignoring you, but not because I think you are useless, or that you aren't there for me."
Hemione was caught speechless. She didn't expect him to just come out with it like that. It took what felt to her like forever till she was able to speak again.
"Why?" she asked looking into Harry's green eyes. "Did it have to do with the Death Eaters, or is it something else? Tell me."
Harry seemed to look at her for the longest time. Hermione could almost see him trying to figure out what to say to her. The cool spring breeze came rolling over the lake filled with fresh air. Harry took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the country air, before he spoke.
"This past Christmas was the second time that you've almost died because of me." He said very slowly. "After it happened I realized something."
Hermione tensed. "What was it?"
"I don't know what I would do with out you." Harry said with a slight laugh. "After the attack I realized how much you really mean to me. You are the most amazing person I have ever meat. You've stuck beside me when no one else would. Even when Ron wasn't talking to me you did. You are my voice of reason when I am angry or sad. You have always been there for me when I needed you." His eyes became more serious and his voice lowered again. "I can't lose you Hermione. Not after everything that has happened. I don't think I could bear it."
He seemed to get closer to Hermione, but how she wasn't sure. She was caught up in his deep, steady gaze. They were close now and she could feel his chest rise with every breath that he took. Was this really happening?
He continued on speaking barely above a whisper. "I want to protect you and I will, but there could be a time that I can't. I can't lose you. Pushing you away and getting you out of all this seemed to be the best thing. It's too dangerous."
"I know," she said with a tear in her eye "I know it's dangerous but I can't just leave you. You know that." She looked down and wiped the running tear.
"That's why I love you."
Hermoine looked up at him. He loved her. Before she knew it his hand was in her hair and his lips were on her lips. The sun now sent out its final colour. Red.
Fin