A/N: Inspired by Halsey's Is there somewhere. I love her and I love this song. The chapter names are from some lyrics of the song.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series. I don't own the song/lyrics either.
Harry
This is right where it begins
Harry looked at her and stifled a laugh. She was having a bit of difficulty trying to eat the melted mozzarella from the slice. She glared at him. He thought she'd looked a bit cute.
It had been weeks since the war had ended. They were at a pizza place somewhere in London. It's just Harry and Hermione, no Ron. He and the rest of the Weasleys had taken the Delacours' offer of a holiday in France, a much needed one for their grief over Fred's death. The both of them refused to come with and were temporarily staying over at the Burrow. The first two days since the Weasleys left they spent it lazing around doing nothing at all. On the third day, today, they'd decided to go to Diagon Alley but one foot in the Leaky Cauldron and everything had been mad.
And so, here they are now eating pizza.
Harry liked this a lot. Just hanging out and eating pizza. Just like a couple of normal teenagers on a normal evening. Just plainly talking to Hermione and hearing her laugh lifted a bit of heaviness off him. There was that lightness that he hadn't felt in a long time and for the first time ever he had finally realised that he was going to be okay.
"Harry...Harry…"Hermione waved her hand in front of his face. "What's up? What's with that look on your face?"
He shook his head and then smiled at her. "We're going to be alright aren't we, Hermione?" He'd suddenly asked.
"What do you mean–oh, Harry. Of course." She'd moved her right hand towards his left and held it. He appreciated the warmth and comfort it gave him.
He glanced at the glass beside them then at her. "The night's still young." He hoped she didn't want to go back to the Burrow yet. They had spent the afternoon watching movies at the cinema, something he hadn't really done.
"Indeed it is." She agreed. There was a short pause. "Do you want to have a walk?"
"A walk would be nice." He smiled for the umpteenth time.
They'd apparated in Hyde park at dusk. Hermione led the way, he stayed a few steps behind. He'd observed her closely. She was in front of him playing out like a slow motion montage. There was something in the way she looked in the golden hour. Her long brown hair curled at the end swaying along her movement and when she glanced at him with her brown eyes, it had ensorcelled him. Her eyes were the colour of the earth after a torrential rain with a glint that had reminded him of when light passes through a whiskey-filled glass. Suddenly, he felt his breath hitching and his heart palpitating. He was lost in the swirl of his thoughts of her.
"Harry…" She spoke his name so softly, so dearly that it tugged him back to reality. He hadn't noticed that he'd stopped walking. She was way ahead of him and he jogged to catch up.
They'd taken a break after a while and sat on a bench, the gaslamp above them giving off a warm glow. It made her shine underneath the darkness. Harry had decided to move closer to her. When she turned around to face him, brown eyes met green eyes. They held their gazes for a long time until he broke it, looking away and trying to name his current feelings. She'd looked away too biting her lower lip, looking like she was in a very deep thought. He felt his body move closer to her.
"Hermione?" He whispered and she looked back at him, surprised.
Surprised because she didn't expected this and he didn't either but he cupped her face with his hands and pulled her even closer. There was a tingle when their lips first touch; he felt her freeze for a nanosecond but had relaxed immediately. Suddenly their surroundings didn't matter. The rest of the world was noise and she was the serenity, the peaceful silence he had yearned so much since the chaos called his life. The void he had been feeling gone in a flash. It didn't register that he was kissing his best friend, not even wondering if it were wrong. The only thing that mattered right now was Harry and Hermione.
No labels.
No fancy names.
Just Harry.
Just Hermione.
No second thoughts and over analysations.
This, this was Harry Potter living and he never felt so damned alive.
A/N: This is going to be really really short. Please read and review!
