My take on one of my favorite scenes of the Harry Potter franchise, best friends being what they should be.
Best. Friends.
Review if you wish to, hope you enjoy!
As Nick Cave's 'Oh Children' was belted out from the old wizard wireless radio Harry turned his gaze to the sobbing visage of his best friend.
Hermione Granger. Annoying as hell know it all teachers pet, a busy body who would do everything in her power to adhere to the rules.
Hermione Granger. Ever loyal best friend who would sacrifice her own family remembering she even existed to protect those she loved. Who caught professors on fire and made illegal potions in the washroom to help her friend, who would never, ever betray the trust that was extended to her.
Ron was a damn idiot for pushing her to this. The jealous, petty, childish fool had very nearly broken the heart of the Golden Trio and the ginger git probably didn't even realize it. Suppressing a sneer Harry stood from his chair and approached Hermione, he bowed and extended his hand towards his best, most loyal friend and she just stared at it despondently.
Goddamnit Ron, you are going to pay for making a pretty woman cry, he would make certain of it.
Growling Harry forcefully embraced the wild hair woman and dragged her to her feet, gently resting her hands in his, she met his gaze evenly and he smiled sadly, swaying back and forth she eventually smirked and Harry rested his forehead to her own. Placing a hand on her hip he began swinging her around the room nodding his head to the music while muttering along with the radio, Hermione eventually doing the same earning another smile from her friend in the process.
Twirling Hermione he felt his heart warm as she giggled at the action. It made him feel good, knowing he could still make her happy after all she had sacrificed for him. It was for him after all, she could have easily run away when she had sent her parents away, but she had stayed for him, because she cared.
She cared far more than Ron had, obviously.
Swaying back and forth the pair would occasionaly twirl each other about at the songs high points, giggling to each other as they would lazily sing along with the song.
As the ending bars petered out Hermione stared at Harry a few moment before leaning into him, resting her head on his chest as he weaved his fingers through her thick hair.
"Thank you, Harry."
He could only smile in turn.
"Thank You, Hermione."
The two friends held each other tightly, the war continuing on, neither friend giving a damn in those brief, happy, few moments.
After all, without unconditional love, what was the point of it all?
A toast to having someone you trust more than yourself, just a drabble, hope you enjoyed!