Prologue
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"EXPELLIARMUS!"
Hermione stared wide eyed as Harry and Voldemort casted their spells toward each other. The red and green clashed in the middle with a loud Bang. She squeaked and grasped Ron's hand, and squeezed hard. Hermione kept staring, scared that Harry wouldn't be the one to get out of this, but Voldemort would, and he would never stop spreading terror. Hermione knew that if Voldemort lived, she would probably be the next to die, being muggleborn and Harry's best friend, then it would be Ron. Hermione shook her head slowly, not taking her eyes off of where to two colors collided. Suddenly, Voldemort's wand flew from his hand, and into Harry's, and the green light of the killing curse bounced back towards the evil snake-like man, and he fell.
Hermione couldn't stop staring at the dead body that had just fallen, as if she was stuck in some sort of trance. She was pulled out of it as Ron pulled her into a gigantic hug that gave her butterflies in her stomach. She wrapped her arms around Ron's neck and buried her head into his shoulder. Voldemort was dead, Harry and Ron were alive, and they were all safe. Hermione felt tears fall down from her face, and for the first time in a really long time, they weren't from sadness or pain, but for happiness and love.
Hermione and Ron pulled away from each other, and got swept into the crowd of people who were celebrating. Hermione and Ron fought through the crowd of people, who were all hugging and shaking hands with each other, and walked into the Great Hall. They had hoped to find Harry there, but had no such luck. Hermione sighed, asking Ron where he could be, and saying that he needed them right now. "No, he doesn't. I think he needs to be on his own right now," Ron had replied, still smiling. Everyone else had started to file in after them. Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and the few Slytherins who had decided to not fight of fight against Voldemort (and there were very few) all sat around with each other, telling stories of each others fights in the battle. Hermione smiled at the unity that had finally began at the school, and was happy to be apart of it.
Hermione sat down at one of the tables next to Ron, who was telling everyone about a fight he had won against a Death Eater. Ron looked over and smiled at Hermione, and took her hand in his, and continued on with his story. Everyone at the table looked at the two of them as if they had three heads, but Ron didn't notice, he just kept telling his story. Hermione blushed and smiled, happy to be next to the man of her dreams.
After a half an hours worth of stories from everyone, Hermione felt something brush against her back. "I'm here," a familiar voice had whispered, "fallow me out of the Great Hall." Hermione looked around, but there was no one there. Then, Ron pulled her up and out of the Great Hall, and when they got the the hallway outside of it, Harry appeared. Hermione mentally scolded herself for not realizing it was him.
Harry looked at the both of them, with a small smile on his face. Hermione ran into Harry's arms, and gave him the most gigantic hug she had ever given anyone. "You were brilliant," Hermione whispered, "So brilliant." Harry hugged her back even tighter, and his smile grew wider. Harry felt so overwhelmed by everything, by defeating Voldemort, and everyone thanking and praising him, but he felt so right with his friends by his side. They backed away from each other, and Ron came and hugged Harry tightly too. Hermione saw that they were talking, but had no clue what they were saying, and didn't want to know. Some things should just be shared between you and your best friend.
Harry smiled at both of his friends, so happy that they were both alive, and happy to be alive. He was ecstatic that they finally realized their feelings for each other, and he was overjoyed that they could have a future, without having to worry about defeating Dark Lords. Harry was just happy that he could finally have a future with his friends, and Ginny, without having to worry about anything.