Authors Note: This story is based on the ever-so-sweet slow dance that Harry and Hermione share after Ron decides to leave. It's told in Hermione's point of view.
It was beginning to near midnight. The sky was dark and even though I was tired, I simply could not sleep. I stared at his empty bed, noticing stray red hairs that reminded me of his fiery locks. He wasn't there anymore; betrayal rushed through my veins, making me boil with anger. The radio had been turned onto a music station that had resorted to playing long and depressing songs. It only added to the mood, the feeling of relentless despair that hung around my pale neck. I felt my body slowly go numb, my fingers becoming cold and my eyesight beginning to slowly blur. No longer was I within myself, but outside of myself, looking at how blue I had turned.
Then he walked in. He hadn't shaved in days and was beginning to show signs of slight stubble. It was small, but dark. He looked rugged in those big jeans and the red sweater. And I, my hair down loose in a ponytail with no makeup or perfume. We couldn't be detected, and even though it added to my saddened appearance, I simply did not care.
Harry sat down, taking a look at me across from him. I felt his green eyes on me, the heat of his stare and the energy he was radiating towards me. Yet, I did not move. I didn't feel compelled to move. I just wanted to sit here, listening to the music, letting myself drown in despair.
That was when he reached out his hand to me; his callused and dirty hand. We didn't have many options of bathing out in the wild. Most times we would have a quick jump in a lake, but no soap or shampoo. Our eyes met, the wind knocked out of me as I reluctantly took his hand. Pulling me to my feet, our eyes never parted. He moved closer to me – my breath slowly leaking out of my lungs faster than anticipated. The locket was removed; I felt a sweet sense of relief. Our hands met once more as he pulled me further away from the steps I sat upon.
The music got louder within my head as he began to move my arms. We began to dance, and it took all of my energy to try and not smile. But that expression on his face, that he cared, that he loved me, was enough to make me melt into his arms. The way he held my hands so tenderly and wrapped his arm around me as we held one another. I felt like I was home, that I was safe from all of the dangers in our world. We laughed together, looking in each others eyes as we got close.
Spin, spin, and spin again.
I began to feel dizzy.
Falling into Harry's strong arms. I felt so weak.
I began to pull away, my face becoming serious as I began to walk away. Harry first watched me, but when he reached out his hand to mine, I knew that the feelings were mutual. He held me close, brushing stray hairs out of my face so gently that it could make angels cry. Slowly, we moved in. Inches becoming centimeters, and when the gap closed, I felt such love that I had never felt in my life. I felt fulfilled, that everything in life was perfect – that nothing could touch me. That I was invincible. Everyone else wasn't there – it was just me and this boy that had become my best friend before I had fallen madly in love with him.