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After the infamous tent scene from Ron Weasley, this gave me an idea. XD


Hermione Granger came crying, her eyes puffy, and she looked very cold. Harry Potter stood up, and quickly shoved off the face of guilt in his eyes. "Erm...", he trailed off, he had nothing to say. Hermione ignored him, she got into the bottom bunk of her bed, and huffed. Harry was standing there like an idiot. Finally, realizing, he moved over to the red couch. And turned to Hermione. "Look... I know you hate me...", his voice was suddenly dry, he felt so hurt, and his heart ached, because of his close friend is now gone.

"I don't hate you, Harry.", she finally, spoke up, her voice was a calm mellow, it was soft. Her curly-bushy hair (not so bushy anymore), poked through the sheets. He looked up, and she smiled. "Why? I- I did that to you and Ron. I'm such and idiot.", he ran his hands through his messy raven colored hair. Hermione turned over her bed, getting comfortable. "Your not, Harry.", she sighed. "Ron was being an arse...", she turned to see Harry again, "he's like that you know..."

This made Harry smile. "Your dating him though...", he said flatly.

She sighed, "Your point is, Harry? Couples fight a lot anyway, even married couples."

"I know... but not-", he was cut off.

"Like that? Yeah, I know.", her voice becoming, also dry. She coughed faintly, and her eyes narrowed towards the bottled of water that is now on the table.

Harry noticed this, and grabbed it. "You wanted this?", he asked, walking towards her.

She nodded, now sitting up from her bunk. His eyes were wide. She was only wearing a black-laced, tank top.

His brain was going a mile-a-minute when he noticed this. "Erm- here...", he gave it to her quickly. She blushed, realizing what Harry saw. "Sorry...", she whispered.

Harry was feeling rather stiff in between his legs. It felt horribly tight, he wanted to just get out of his pants...

"Are you okay, Harry?", she asked, her voice was shaky. "Uhm, yeah.", he managed to say to her. He groaned, and walked away from her.

Hermione got out of her bunk, and stood up. "Harry, are you sure your alright?",

He nodded, his face stiffened, when she crept closer to him. "Is it your scar?",

Harry shook his head, sitting down now, and away from Hermione by a distance, made him calm down.

She looked at him, and turned around, wondering whats up with him, and crept into bed.

Harry was crawling on the floor, his bottom lip was bleeding. Soon, he touched his right cheek, and it had a deep gash through the skin. He groaned, from the pain. Then his left arm was covering his bloody stomach. He felt like dying, but a scream caught his attention. "HARRY!!!", was the scream. He turned his head faintly to the left, and saw Hermione being... tortured, by Voldemort, and Bellatrix. Throwing hex's at her made him wince at the pain.

His eyes widened in fear, and his heart going a mile a minute. He stood up, his stomach wanted to tear apart from his body, but he stood his ground. "Kill me, not her. I'm the one you want!", he spat at them both. The dark cloudy surroundings were completely thick, so Harry had to move his hand a bit to see them.

He could've sworn he heard, Bellatrix gasp. Then, red piercing eyes, became level with green. And, he heard a body thump to the floor. Harry's body ached, he wanted to lurch to see who it was but, the devil of it all was staring at him... through his eyes.

"Leave her alone. I'm the one with the scar...", he panted for a slight breath, but Voldemort smirked at him. "shes' just... a friend...", he gasped again, his left arm, was now covered in blood, from his stomach. He was about to die. The one that was going to save the Wizarding World, was going to die... in front of his enemy.

"HARRY!", a scream came through the thick-dark mist. Harry knew this scream now. It was Hermione's.

Then the red eyes, vanished. Harry fell limply to the hard concrete ground, and panted. Hermione fell to her knees, and crawled next to him. "Please don't...", her voice broken with words, she was shaking. Harry stared at her. "M'ione.", his body turned right side up. And, groaned from the pain. "Don't do this, Harry... not now. Please!", she held his hand, and gave a small squeeze. "Hermione...", he gasped the name. She started crying now. She couldn't fight it back, her sobs were becoming worse. "Don't cry...", Harry said, through her sobs. Her face softened, but she was still hurt. She leaned forward, and gave a small peck on Harry's left cheek, and cried. "I Love you Harry. I always did.... I-I...", she stammered, through her words, and Harry eyes closed... seeing darkness.

Harry woke up, beads of sweat was coming down from his head, and Hermione was looking at him intently.

"You... heard me, didn't you?", he sat up, from the couch. She nodded, her body being covered by her blanket. "I'm, sorry."

"For?",

"Hearing me...",

Silence.

"Honestly Harry, what did happen in your dream?", she asked, taking the silence by a total blow.

"Erm- it was about Voldemort..."

"Again?!", she exasperated. She stood up now, "what else happened?"

"Its personal.", he admitted.

"Really? Because, I heard you moaning my name.", her face was serious. Her brows furrowing.

"Look, it was a bad dream alright?", he said, looking rather guilty.

"Fine! I'll tell you, because your giving that 'Look'.", he sighed, and Hermione sat back down.

"You were getting tortured by, Bellatrix, and Voldemort, and I was bleeding, a lot. And, I said something, he went up to my face. And, you came in screamed my name. So, he vanished, and you were saying... 'please don't go'...", he looked away, and blushed.
"You were dying?", she asked slowly. He turned around, and nodded. "Yeah, and you... said something else.", he admitted.
"Really? What did I say?",

He didn't want to say it to her. But he did.

"That you, 'Loved me...", not like a sister either, but more than a friend."

Her body stiffened. A slow crimson blush crept through her cheeks. "Well, I better go...", she whispered softly, walking away.

"Wait!", he stood up. Walking towards her. "Was it something... I said?"

She shook her head, but the crimson was still on her cheeks. "Uhm, no...", She turned and walked into the bathroom.

Harry smiled to himself. He was kind of glad, that Ron wasn't here.

A/N: DO NOT WORRY! RON WILL COMEBACK!!! I DON'T KNOW IF I SHOULD BASH Ron, but I don't think its my style. We'll just have to wait & see. But please review! 3 I give out cookies, and milkshakes! YAY!