SwedishA/N: I KNOW I SHOULD BE FOCUSING ON NANO BUT… I just came home from an amazing night of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows Part 1.
I felt inspired.
enjoy.
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Twirling
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A one-shot by Lumos Maximum
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Harry knew that the only reason that Hermione stayed with him was because she believed in him. She had always done so and he knew that she would never quit. It amazed him how much someone could care about him and give her all to encourage him; then again Hermione had always been astonishing. Despite their determination to manage it had not been easy especially during the nights when he heard her cry after Ron who had left them and her parents who didn't remember her. Living in a tent and hiding from evil eyes had taken its toll on both of them and Harry was left wishing, just wishing, that everything would be all right.
At least for her.
One of those nights that melted into each other was spent sitting in silence, which they did a lot during these days. The radio was tuned in into the soundtrack of the war, the casualty list and the names of dead friends were read up by a voice who sounded bitterer for every name read. For every name that made it to their ears their joy faded. He heard her sigh, the smallest of sighs possibly not to upset him but it did and her being sad was insufferable.
It was the tune that followed the casualty list that woke his mind up. It was a sad, loving tune that sent shivers through his body. He glanced at Hermione who seemed colder now than outside where it snowed and in the light he saw their shared burden glimmer around her neck. Determine to make her happy he stood up and walked to where she was seated. When she met his eyes he noticed that she didn't look as curious as she always had been looking, it was barely without second thought that she grabbed the hand he was stretching out for her.
Gently he lifted the Horcrux of her and watched her before drained out face gain some color. He grabbed her and started to move to the sound of the tune that played, adopting every funny step and move he could, doing it with a desperate urge to make her laugh. She tried to follow with a small smile on her face and then, during his most advanced step, she laughed and the sound of her laughing had been a sound he had long forgotten. In his mind they were at the Yule Ball, dancing under the enchanted ceiling without knowing about these days but along with her fading smile the illusion disappeared.
He tried to keep her smiling but she slowly closed up into his arms and her eyes met his in a moment of confusion, yearning and grief. He could feel her emotions clash even harder than his own did and without any words he soothed her by letting her head fall comfortably on his shoulder.
They twirled now and they twirled and twirled to the tune but still nothing felt better, if something only more as an agonizing scam of completeness. He knew why, whatever it was he felt for her was unrequited but nowadays it didn't matter. He loved her deeply, as much as she loved him and deep down he knew that it was all right for them to silently admit that they loved each other so tenderly when nobody was watching. Their inconsistent moments were only for them, the abandoned ones, and they needed nothing more than those few to get them through. So, he let his head rest upon hers, her thick hair tickling his cheek and they twirled and twirled, wishing that it would end their misery and give them a chance to smile again.
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