In the rain of the tiny, yellow flowers
They lived in the rain of tiny, yellow flowers, which carried sweet oblivion to their everyday torment.
Harry was a shadow of his previous form. The time of the war had devastated him. The betrayal of his beloved Ginny, the death of Ron and lost of a left hand wore him out to the core. He was a dead man in daylight, with an ancient, gothic house, where he lived and enough money to exist with tiny, yellow flowers.
After the war, Harry for almost a year hasn't seen Hermione. After the final battle, he was nothing more than a wreck, so when she was moving out to Australia, to found her parents and restore their memories of her, she left him out in St Mungo's Hospital. That was almost two months after the final solution of Voldemort. But Harry still felt hurt as much as after Ginny's betrayal with Draco Malfoy. Even if it was selfish.
So when she finally came back and knocked at his door, she found him in light of the yellow flower's fire. She never restores the memories of her parents. So she united with him. And oh, how big was her enthusiasm.
In daylight, they were living in a blaze, with shining eyes. In a night they cried, they searched for forgiveness; after all, Harry was the one, which killed Ginny and Hermione was the one for whom Ron sacrificed life.
A month after Hermione's arrive, they started to sleep together. Some time has passed, and they found themselves in a night fury of sweaty bodies. But they still lived with loneliness in hearts.
They continued it. They tried, they tried so hard, but in this time, even with the rain of tiny, yellow flowers, they would not get the oblivion for all of their crimes.
So on 1st October, three years after the war of blood, how now Voldemort's conflict with the magic world was called, Harry and Hermione kissed each other, first time in daylight. And they departed in the embrace of tiny, yellow flowers.