AN: Fifth one shot of the night, this one is again a prompt based story, the prompt being, the same as the title, 'I'm Tired'. Can't say too much about it, or the whole thing is gone, but Hermione is tired, in more ways then one. the fic is 143 words long, and here's to you.
I'm Tired
"I'm tired of fighting, of talking, of thinking. I'm tired of everything." A flat voiced Hermione spoke from the tent's entrance.
Harry flinched at the tone. "A-are you tired of me?" He whispered just barely loud enough for her to catch on the wind outside the tent.
She didn't look at him, for a moment she sat silently, watching the fireflies float around. "You're the reason why. It's you that I can't stop thinking and talking about. It's my love for you that I can't stop fighting for. It's always been you, and it always will be you."
Harry stood stock still for a moment before collapsing to his knees beside her and dragging her small frame into a hug. His shoulders shook with the effort to keep from crying as he murmured her name into her hair.
"Always been you 'Mione. Always."