A/N: Right before I start I just wanna say I haven't given up on my Second Thought fic. I'm just having a bit of a writer's block for it. I WILL CONTINUE IT. Now that's a promise not to be broken ;)

You can't always get what you want. I know that. I've been through enough to know that. It doesn't stop me from wishing it weren't true.

I sat alone in the midst of the wreckage, my aching eyes jammed shut. I'm pretty much alone. All except for the cold, white corpses lined up on the far wall and the small collection of mourners, who are just as silent.

It was over. He was gone. The threat was gone. I knew I should feel happiness, relief ... but all I felt was ... nothing. Just emptiness. My heart felt heavy. All my limbs ached. I wasn't crying, I wasn't falling apart. I just felt absolutely nothing.

Nothing. Such a big, hollow word, full of ... nothingness.

'Harry?'

No. Go away, whoever you are. I don't want to talk to anyone. Nobody gets that.

'Harry?' the voice repeated itself. I felt a small, firm hand at my shoulder and a whiff of musk as rough tatted tresses brushed my cheek. 'It's me, Harry.'

'Who's me?' I grumbled incoherently, not even wanting to look at who was grasping me tightly.

A slim, calloused finger traced my hairline, flipping my overhanging raven bangs back from my forehead. I felt hot breath and a flutter of long eyelashes against my cheek.

'Mmf,' I mumbled, still not wanting to open my wearisome eyes.

'Come on, Harry,' the soft voice continued coaxingly. The hand was removed from my head but I still felt the tight grip on my shoulder. 'I know, Harry. I know. Just please ... talk to me.'

You don't know. No one knows. No one knows anything.

But the gentle voice was endearing; the rigid grip reassuring. I lifted my head and my flickering jade eyes met a pair of deep chestnut ones. Hermione was close. I could make out the smattering of light freckles over her nose. She was pale and tears left glistening tracks down her cheeks.

'Hermione,' I croaked. My eyes grew more painful and I felt wetness spill from them. Hermione sank down to my level, her knees collapsing beneath her weary body. Gripping both my shoulders, she rested her clammy forehead against mine. Our tears poured down as one mighty cascade of despair.

'What are we gonna do,' she whispered, rapid breathing even hotter against my face.

'I don't know,' I said. I met her eyes again and the misery in those usually bright brown irises broke me.

Hermione. My best friend.

'Don't leave me,' I stammered.

'I won't,' she answered in a hushed voice, pressing her head to mine.

That was a promise not to be broken.

Yeah it was short. But it's only the beginning:D I hope you liked it and if you want more just drop me a review and you will motivate me to carry on. ;D thanks for your patience on Second Thoughts.

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