Danger
"Does it hurt? Because if it does we should - " Hermione stopped speaking, not looking at Harry for a moment. "It looks painful," she raised her eyes, meeting Harry's eyes. Then her gaze dropped to his shoulder, marred with an ugly bruise. It was August, the heat was sending people indoors and Harry had long ago abandoned anything but a singlet and shorts.
Harry shrugged, ignoring the slight twinge of pain that flared across his shoulders. "It's minor, for something like this we should just let it heal on it's own."
Hermione nodded, more than a bit desperately and wrung her hands together. Then she took a deep breath and continued in a more business like tone, "The Order sent an Owl, they received our information. The bruise was worth it, they managed to stop an attack on the Thomas family."
"Good," Harry muttered, sitting down on the couch. Hermione followed him, sitting next to him and smiling, "Ron is recovering also," she murmured in a softer tone. Harry stilled next to her.
"I shouldn't have allowed you two to come along, you shouldn't be helping me now, Hermione, you're just getting into more danger - "
"Stop! Harry, I'm Muggleborn, we've been over this, I'm in danger no matter what happens. This way at least I'm helping, making a difference, not failing," she said haltingly. Hermione placed a hand on his, "Harry, this is what I want." She swallowed when he looked up, green eyes dark with frustration, there was something else that made Hermione shiver but she couldn't name it. "You shouldn't, shouldn't make me try and leave," Hermione muttered, tightening her hold on Harry's hand, "I won't Harry, we're... we're."
He shook his head. "I know," he said simply, leaving the unspoken hovering in the air. Hermione leaned in, despite the heat, resting her head to rest cautiously on his good shoulder. Harry kissed her wild hair before sitting back and just taking in the sensations of her body next to his.