Saving the world

Part one: It's Coming

Summary: Harry, Hermione and the rest of the DA struggle to defeat the dark lord, while Harry and Hermione also struggle with their newly exposed feelings. Character Death. H/Hr.

Looking deeply into her brown eyes he tried to steady his breathing, He knew how he felt for her, hell he even knew how she felt for him, but maybe…. Just maybe, he thought, the y were rushing into this, they were both still reeling from the loss of Ron, they haden't expected the destroying of the Horcuxes to be so violent. It had been no ones fault, but that didn't keep them from placing all of the blame on themselves. And now here they were, on the verge of the final battle, the one to decide everyone's fates, and they were snogging like two wild animals. "Hermione, do you think we should be doing this?" he asked, his hands still tangled in her hair and shirt.

She was quiet for a moment, one hand resting on his hip, the other on the swoop of his neck. Her head was a jumble, but she did know she wanted him, had for such a long time. "I want to. I don't want one of us to die, knowing that we had a chance to be together only to throw it away." she said. With that she again tried to claim his mouth with her own.

"Hermione." he gasped, pulling back ever so slightly. "You know there's no telling when the final battle will come, it could be tomorrow, and it could be in two years, he may hide." he tried to explain.

Nodding, she took his mouth over, "I know." she mumbled against his lips before she pulled him down on to the bed, where they became one, not once but twice that night.

Six weeks later

Harry had been right, Voldermont had went into hiding, knowing that he only had the bit of soul left that was holding him onto this plain of existence and it had taken them nearly the entire six weeks to find him. Tonks, Moody, Lupin and some others had been out looking under every rock, in every crevice nearly night and day until he was found.

"Harry did you get that?" Tonks voice pulled him from his daze.

Looking up a bit startled Harry looked to the faces around the table, "I'm sorry," he apologized, "What did you say?" he asked quietly.

Tonks shook her head disapprovingly as though she wanted to scold him for not paying attention, but then thought better of it. "I was saying, that I think we should go in now, we're ready, have been for a while now and he's a sitting duck, he doesn't realize that we know where he is." she repeated, her voice raising slightly every few words.

Harry nodded, "Alright, does anyone have any reason why we shouldn't go along with Tonks plan?" he asked the rest of the DA. When no one spoke up he nodded again, "Well then Tonks, what do you have for us to do?" he asked.

Tonks began to explain what she thought they should do and Harry now listened contently, he wasn't aware of Hermione's eyes on him. She didn't know what it was, but she didn't feel good about their at all, she didn't want Harry to face the Dark Lord, didn't want to face losing him, not after she had lost Ron, not so soon, she couldn't handle that. Suddenly a wave of sickness over came her, clutching a hand tightly over her mouth she rushed from the dinning room to the nearest bathroom.

Every head whipped in the direction Hermione had went, Harry was nearly immediately on his feet. But Luna reached out, taking hold of his arm, "Let me." she said quietly. Harry nodded, letting her go. Outside of the bathroom Luna lightly knocked, "Hermione, its Luna. Are you alright?" she asked, pressing her ear to the door, trying to listen for a response.

There was a moment of silence before movement was heard from inside, "I'm fine." came Hermione's weak response, and then the toilet flushed.

With a sigh, Luna rolled her eyes and turned the door knob, pressing her shoulder into the door until it opened; Hermione was perched on the edge of the old claw footed bathtub. Closing the door behind herself, Luna crouched down to the floor, making herself eye level with Hermione, Are you sure you're alright?" she asked again.

With a sniffle, Hermione looked up, tears streaking down her face. "I don't know what happened, I looked at Harry and I started worrying, hearing Tonks," she paused before she looked Luna in the eyes, "It's just, the stress got to be to much in there." she explained.

Closing her eyes for a moment, Luna tried to collect her thoughts, "Can you go on with Tonks plan?" she asked carefully, reaching out she placed a gentle hand on Hermione's knee, "If you don't feel up to it, its okay, you can stay here, where its safe."

Shaking her head gently, Hermione wiped the tears from her eyes, "No, I've been by Harry side through this sense we were twelve, I'm not going to stop now." she insisted.

Luna nodded before she stood, "Alright," she relented, "are you coming back? Or should I tell them you need some rest?" she asked, hand on the door knob.

With a sigh Hermione stood, leaning her hands against the sink, she gazed into the mirror. "No, just give me a few minutes to straighten myself up and I'll be out." she answered as she went to fixing her makeup.

Luna could do nothing more then to go back to the dinning room and inform everyone else that Hermione would be fine and that she would re-join them shortly.

A/N: so what do you think so far? Was Hermione having a case of the nerves? How will the battle go? Stay tuned for part two.