Harry/Hermione head cannon
Harry lay in his four poster bed with his curtains drawn around him. No matter how much he tossed and turned he could not sleep. His stomach was burning, so were his eyes. For another 20 minutes he struggled to get tired, he needed sleep; he needed to escape his emotions. Suddenly it overcame him and he curled up on his bed shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Finally he could bear it no more; he fetched his invisibility cloak from his trunk, slipped it over his head and crept silently out of the dormitory.
He crept along the dark corridors, down secret passages, through portraits and shortcuts before he found himself face to face with the door to the hospital wing. His stomach was still burning and he was having trouble breathing through the weight on his chest.
He almost lost control of his emotions again as he twisted the door knob and slowly pushed the door open revealing the three figures all laying there, pale as moonlight and fragile as glass. He looked around for Madam Pomfery but she was nowhere in sight. He made his way over to the bed where Hermione lay and sat next to her on the edge of the metal frame.
He brushed her hair from her face and stroked her hand suddenly afraid she might break in half in front of him. He never realised before how small and delicate she looked before. She always acted so strong. She never quavered last year when they played chess with giant transfigured stone statues and almost got strangled by devils snare. Harry remembered the times she was almost killed trying to help him.
His stomach burned worse than ever and as he looked at her, petrified all because she was trying to help him again. He choked back another wave of sobs that threatened to engulf him and rested his head on her outstretched hand.
'I am so sorry Hermione. You always get hurt because of me. I have never realised before now, but I can't live without you, please promise me you won't let yourself get hurt again.'
He leaned forward, kissed her on the forehead and left. But he visited her every night until the mandrakes were ready and she was revived. He sat, night after night talking to her about what was happening at Hogwarts and although he knew she couldn't hear him it made him feel calm.
Harry sat at the Gryffindor table at the end of term feast, suddenly Ron nudged him in the ribs, and Harry turned to the entrance of the great hall. He and Hermione locked eyes, eyes that actually say Harry, not the glassy ones that had stared at Harry for the last few weeks. Then she ran the length of the great hall and wrapped Harry in a bone crushing hug. Suddenly she whispered in his ear.
'I can't live without you either, don't let yourself get hurt for me, I don't know what I would do.'
Harry squeezed her even tighter and almost to himself muttered next to her ear
'Love you.'
'You too.' Whispered Hermione
She let go, sitting at the table and taking Harry's hand in hers.