I don't own anything Harry Potter related. But I'd take Draco and Harry. D
I got the idea from my cousin having an eating disorder. But the rest just popped out my head because I wanted to do a HArry/Hermione.
Chapter 1
Harry was anything you'd ever want; he was brave, sweet, thoughtful, romantic, caring, adventurous, and above all, sexy. Now, Hermione had always known how cute harry was, but never thought much on it. He was like her brother, and she wasn't too big a fan of incest. It wasn't like he'd even consider her anyway. No, she wouldn't let herself think that.
She knew Harry loved her… in that brotherly type of way. She was his 'little sister' in everyway, and it would probably be weird to him if they became more than best friends. She had no one to confide this in; Ginny was obsessed with Harry and would make her feel awful, Ron was concentrating on Luna at the moment, and would probably end up telling Harry.
Hermione didn't really have any close friends other then them, and of course she couldn't tell Harry. They were now out of school, Voldemort dead and peace throughout their land. Hermione and Harry lived together in a flat, since they were so close and they decided it wouldn't be weird for the both of them. Ron lived with Luna in a house they had built over the last couple of years, and Luna was two months pregnant.
On a chilly winter day, after they had visited Luna and Ron, Hermione and Harry walked into their flat. Snowflakes were covering Hermione's wavy, soft hair and just about everything else on her. Harry looked at her and laughed. He took a warm hand and wiped the cold snowflakes from her cheek. "Alright, 'Mione?" He asked, smiling.
"Yeah." She smiled back, "How is it that your hands are always so warm?" Harry shrugged and started taking off his boots. "Magic." Hermione laughed and started pulling off her jacket. Once they were down to their clothes, Hermione found hers were soaking wet. Harry laughed and shooed her off. "Go change. I'll make us some hot pumpkin juice. Savvy?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, but nodded. "Thanks, Harry." She started walking to her room, and Harry walked to the thermostat and turned the heat on. "Make sure you put something warm on, 'Mione. We know you're cute, but I don't want you getting sick."
Hermione laughed, but inside she felt tingly. She hid it well. "You always take such good care of me." She said from her room, pulling off her wet pants and shirt. She put on some of Harry's old sweat pants that were way too big, and a black cashmere sweater that looked too nice to be slept in. "I have to, since, well, you know." He said, just loud enough for her to hear.
She suddenly felt queasy and had a sudden headache. She was thankful he hadn't said what 'it' was. In the last year, Harry had found out about Hermione's eating disorder that she'd had since fourth year. Of course, Harry had helped her through it, and she had fallen even harder for him. Hermione soon grew sick of being alone, even if it was for a few minutes, and ran into the room with Harry.
He was sitting on the couch, two steaming mugs on the chestnut coffee table in front of him. He patted the seat next to him, and Hermione walked over and sat down. She grabbed her mug and Harry grabbed his, with one hand, he pulled her against him and wrapped that arm around Hermione's middle. It made her melancholy to think about how different this must feel to him then it felt to her.
They sat in silence for a while, sipping their drinks and enjoying each others company. When Hermione's mug was half empty, she sighed and blew the steam still flowing from the top. "Thank you." She said softly. Harry raised an eyebrow and took another drink. "For what."
Hermione turned her head so she could see him. "For everything."
I'm sorry it's short, I'll make up with the next chapter.