Hard To remember, but Impossible to forget
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Summary: Hermione remembers her one true love. After the war, kind of AU. it' my first fic, go easy on me!
Warnings: Femmeslash! If you don't like, don't read! Character death, very angst. Possible smut later on, I have no idea. Read and Review!
It was June 27th when they buried you. Every Sunday I go to visit your grave. I leave an orchid, your favorite flower. It is always white, because you were so pure to me. I remember the first time we kissed every time I see the picture of you on my bedside table. It was two years after I had graduated from Hogwarts. I saw you at a café and immediately recognized you. You were crying at the bar. The war had taken your little sister, Gabrielle. I knew your pain when you told me. I too had lost my parents and my best friend, Ginny. You said, "You know, 'ermione? Ze war, it iz, how you say, disastrous. I feel az if I cannot take eet any longer." That's when I reached for your hand. It was soft, like satin.
That night, we laid together on my bed as you sobbed for the dead, and I cried at the sight of your pain. And that's when you kissed me. Your eyes were blue, red surrounded them. You leaned up to my face and placed your lips upon mine. I could not believe this was happening and yet, I was so happy it was. I returned your kiss. It was deep, sensual, full of love and need. It was as if every emotion we had ever felt was spilled into that very moment. After we kissed, you drifted to one of the most peaceful sleeps you had ever experienced.
We woke the next morning to the sound of Harry banging on the door. When I opened the door, he was covered in mud. He had just been in a fight, as his eye was slightly bruised and there was a large amount of his blood coming from a wound on his side. Immediately I let him in and tried to fix him up. He had, in fact, defeated Voldemort. He had paid dearly for it, though. So much so that I was fearful for his life. He gasped to me in almost a mischievous voice, "I see you found a new love, Hermione." He said, looking to Fleur who had come out to see who was in the living room. " 'Ello 'arry. I see you have won afterall."
"I guess you could say that." After he said that, he coughed violently. "Fleur, you know how to make herbal remedies, correct?"
"Oui."
"I need you to make something to quell his bleeding, he's bleeding internally and I'm afraid for his life."
"Don't be scared 'Mione," Harry said, caressing my cheek with his caloused and bloody hands, "I will always be here to defend you. And those you love." I smiled as he drifted into a sleep that was much needed. Fleur came back with a liquid I could tell she had made at top speed. I looked into the kitchen to see every cabinet had been raided. "Thank you" I said to her as I kissed her on the cheek.
After about a week, Harry had become well-enough to walk. He was very inquisitive on my relationship with Fleur. I had explained to him, it was fate that brought us together. He was happy to see how happy I was. Those first few weeks I spent with you and him, were some of the greatest weeks of my life, even if was about to face the hardest time of my existence.
Ok, it sucks but I am making this up as I go, I really got inspired I have been reading Fleur/Hermione fics for the last three days and wanted to start my stories of one with them.
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