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Words in his head, meaning nothing at all.
The battle was won, but his battle was lost.
He takes a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. Does anybody understand? Will anybody understand?
He know most people don't and never will, but she will.
Laying on the soft mattress, leaving him ponder the past, hoping he will forget the ones that were lost, because of him. The guilt of it, hanging around him the air.
The door opens, creaking as it does. He looks up to see her.
She walks in the room and lays down a tray of food on his bed. She sits down next to it, facing him.
"Harry, it's alright. You can talk to me," she said.
"Can I?"
"Yes." She nods assurance. She frowns and lays her hand on his. "I understand what you're going through."
"Do you?"
"Yes." She nods.
He sits up, facing her. He then answers, "I don't know."
"Don't know what?" She asks softly, her eyebrows raises, curiousity in his eyes.
That's something he loved about her.
"Don't know you." He replies.
He softly kisses her lips, they barely touch. He almost feels alive, as cheesy as that sounds.
"Thank you." He whispers, after a moment of pure bliss.
"For what?"
"You."
"You're very welcome Mr. Potter," she says emphasizing Mr. Potter dramatically. Her hair above her eye falls above her eyes.
He lifts his hand hesitating and tucks the strand beneath her ears.
Forgetting everything but her, they sit there in comfortable silence.
"Thank you," he whispers slowly again.
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His brain slowly starts up again. He opens his eyes, rubbing them with clenched up fists.
"I love you," he hears a voice say. He looks up and sees her. "And they do to." She moves her head indicating the door. "And remember — they'll always be there for you." She continues. "Till the very end."
"Always?" He asks.
"Always."
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Harry pushes the blankets off of him and gets out of bed.
Getting showered and dressed he pushes past the door and down the steps leading to the kitchen and living room.
"Hi Harry," a voice behind him says, nearly making him jump.
"Oh, hi." He begins. "About the kiss —"
"Harry, it's alright." She says. "I liked it." She moved down a step closer to him and pushes her lips against his.
There it was again. The bliss.
After a moment, she pushes away and takes a deep breath.
"I liked it too," he says.
She smiles the smile he always loved from the very first day they met.
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I hope you enjoyed this rather short oneshot.
You've probaby notice that I didn't mention who "she" was. This is because i thought it would be rather neat if the readers decided who it would be. But I thought of one person while writing. I would love to hear who you think it was.
P.S. I love sugar quills and reviews. :)
