But Only The Moon Looked Down
by Ashley (Hype)
Hermione was alone one the balcony she shared with the other Gryffindor girls. Tears lined her cheeks as she re-read the neatly-scrawled letter in her shaking hand. Harry was leaving to fight in a battle to overthrow Lord Voldemort.
She had the feeling in the pit of her stomach that she would never see him again. This made Hermione cry harder...She would be incomplete without him. Sure, she had Ron. She would always have Ron. It just wouldn`t be the same without Harry Potter in her life. Might as Ron try, he would never fill Harry`s shoes. Ron filled a different part of her.
Harry was the fuel behind the fire of the infamous trio. He was more daring and adventuresome than the rest. Always bold and brave, showing to be the ideal Gryffindor.
But there was another face behind that mask of steel he so often wore. A face that she had rarely seen in the seven years they had been best of friends. It was a more sensitive and caring one. Under his intense (yet very friendly) green stare, it seemed to shine through when most people weren`t looking. Her heart broke at the thought of never gazing up into those brilliant green eyes again...
Over the years, Hermione had developed a feeling for Harry Potter. It was the strongest love for a friend. Not necessarily a physical and lustful feeling; more of the need to comfort him, talk to him, care for him and simply be there for him. It was in words called an unconditional love. She would always love Harry no matter what he did. How could she not? He had all the missing pieces to her puzzle. He was her other half.
Hermione read, yet again, the letter Harry had written to her. It read:
Dear Hermione,
How can I say these words if you already know what they are? I have to fight, Hermione. It`s serious this time. There is a chance that I will not make it. God, I`m so sorry! I don`t want to end it this way; you don`t need the pain. I don`t want to cause you pain.
I never had the chance (or rather, the guts) to tell you how I feel. But I force myself to tell you now to let you know that I love you. I have always loved you and I always will. I would quickly give my world away if it meant that you would be safe. That is why I must do this.
Hermione, you deserve so much more than you will ever know. You deserve the heavens and the moon that hangs in the trapeze of stars. You deserve someone better than me. Whenever you meet him, give him my congratulations. He has received a gift far more precious than one could imagine.
I leave you with this knowledge in hopes that you will never forget me. Keep me safely tucked away in your dreams so that I may visit you every night when you sleep. I wrote you a little poem. It`s not much, but it is all I can create in the little time I have.
The way you smile
The way you laugh
The way you are
My other half.
Love forever,
Harry
Hermione folded the note along its original creases, turning it over and over in her hands. She never got to say goodbye. He had left just as she received the letter. She never had the chance to tell him...
She lifted her head to the heavens, but only the moon looked down. She cried quietly into the crisp, cold air that blew around the castle, occasionally ruffling her curly hair. A warm touch on her shoulder made her spin around, gasping when her eyes met those familiar bright eyes of Harry`s.
Hermione couldn`t help it. Her arms automatically flung around his broad shoulders as her knees buckled under her. Harry held her up around her waist as she angrily cried into his ear.
"You left me! I never got to say goodbye to you!" she wept.
"Shh... It`s okay..." he tried to soothe her, stroking her long curly brown hair.
"NO! It`s not okay! I love you, damnit! And you never would have known!"
Harry let go of her, almost making her topple to the floor of the balcony. "You love me?"
"Yes, Harry Potter, I LOVE YOU! I don`t want to be with anyone other than you!" Hermione began to ramble on about the moon, stars, congratulations and halves but abruptly stopped when she saw tears forming behind those round- framed glasses.
"The moon is beautiful, isn`t it?" he choked, gesturing to the sky glistening above the two of them.
"What?" Hermione asked, rather confused.
"The moon; isn`t it beautiful?"
"Well, yes, but..."
"That`s where I`ll be," he said, looking up at the luminous full moon that gracefully hung over the lake, lighting the surface of the water. "I will always be there, looking down at you. So when cold days offer you no comfort, just look to the skies. I`ll always be there, smiling down upon you.
Harry`s words echoed in Hermione`s head. It had been two weeks since she had last seen him. Drawing her cloak tightly around her shoulders, she walked onto the familiar balcony. She lifted her eyes to see the heavens, but only the moon looked down.
DISCLAIMER: I own the plot. All characters and names mentioned belong to J. K. Rowling, her publishers and her sponsors. Yada yada yada....
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