First off the usual disclaimer. Anything you recognise, I don't own. AKA the characters. I've tried to put my own twist on their personalities but not so much that you won't recognise them. The whole storyline was an idea I got because of...a fanfic contest! I was going to do this as a songfic to Sugarcult - Memory but my fingers typed away and changed my mind for me!
Harry sat there watching the drink in his glass. It jumped and moved as the music pumped around the room and in his ears. He was so deep in thought that he didn't even notice a rather attractive woman asking him to dance. When he ignored her she flounced off to the crowd of eager waiting young men. Harry's focus turned to a stain on the bar top, he watched it intently. As though waiting for it to move. Would he finally fix his mistakes? Would he ever get the girl? He sat there and reflected on the past month. It had so much more pain, heartache and fear in it than any of the times he'd faced Voldemort.
She had looked so beautiful, standing there in the doorway. She wore a light cotton summer dress, the dusky yellow colour of the dress contrasting perfectly with her hair colour. The artificial lights reflecting off of her hair, like the sun reflecting off a pool. She had smiled and his heart had lifted. That smile could always make his day better, even though it took him years to realise it. He managed a half smile in return as she walked quickly towards him, resisting the urge to run. She lent over his frail figure as he lay in the bed.
"Welcome home." She whispered. Oh how he'd missed her these past few months. He had been preparing himself for the final battle; she was working as a healer. Learning from Madam Pomfrey. He breathed in her scent and it intoxicated him, like always. She smelt of strawberries. She kissed him gently on the cheek; even this slight physical contact brought a blush to his cheeks. The sight of his red cheeks brought a giggle from her lips.
"Same old Harry." She said with a soft smile. She stroked some of his ragged hair from his face as he watched her with intent eyes. She always knew what to say. Back in his sixth year he'd turned to her to help him through the loss of Sirius. She was at first like a sister to him, then more. So much more. She was his Venus, his Aphrodite, his one true love. Now maybe he could finally tell her. He opened his mouth to speak but she put a gentle finger to his lips.
"Sshh.." She told him quietly. "You need to rest." She smiled slightly and that was the last sight he saw before his eyes closed. He dreamt of her, like he had done for the past year or more. At first just because it kept away the nightmares, then because he finally came to understand the full capacity of their relationship. A relationship that had started during seventh year, Ron had been more than a bit upset at first but had come to realise that they were meant for each other.
When he awoke three days later he was almost completely healed. This was when the formalities started. He'd seen his friends and mentors, the ones that remained alive. Now it was time to be seen in the public eye, to do meet and greets with different ministry officials. Although it bored him greatly he plastered a smile on his face, the thought of seeing her again keeping him going. But he didn't see her again for over a month. He was opening a new wing in St Mungo's and there she was, her hair in a messy, disarray around her heart-shaped face. A shiver ran through his body on seeing her. She smiled briefly in his direction before excusing herself from her colleague and going to see him properly. He swept her into his arms and kissed her fervently. The on-looking crowd smiled and cheered. In an interview after his recovery he'd told of how she was the reason he kept going. Camera's flashed all around them as they stood there, oblivious to everything except each other. She smiled into his shoulder and let a sigh escape her lips. Perfection, he thought, that's what this is.
"I've got to get back to work." She murmured to him as she reluctantly started to pull away.
"Go out for dinner with me, tonight." He whispered into her ear. She nodded and he could see her eyes glistening with happiness as she pried herself from his grasp and went back to her work, glancing over her shoulder a couple of times. He watched her go and he still stood there long after she was gone from his sight. The minister coughed quietly to bring Harry back to his senses. He apologised to the media and continued to give his small speech about the new wing he was opening, a grin fixated on his face.
Well if you're reading this then you've obviously read what I posted. Thanks for reading, PLEASE review!