Somebody…

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21 year old Hermione sat alone in the dark theatre after the movie let out, watching couples walk out, hand in hand. Hermione sighed, watching the credits roll by on the movie screen. She was alone, utterly alone. Nobody was as good as Harry.

'I will not cry.' Hermione told herself fiercely. Hermione's thoughts wandered to Harry. Hermione got up, walking down the stairs, out of the theatre and onto the street.

Hermione walked down the streets of to her flat in London, clutching her black jacket closer to herself and shivering. Street lamps lit the snow covered paths and Hermione watched the couples walk, holding each other close to keep out the cold weather. Light drizzle fell onto the streets, making the people slightly damp.

Hermione shared a flat with Harry and Ron; all agreeing it to be the only way to stay as close as they were in Hogwarts. Harry was a retired Auror, retiring as soon as Voldemort had been defeated, and soon after, going into Quidditch. Ron was, of course, a Quidditch player for the Chuddley Cannons. Hermione was a healer at St. Mungo's.

Hermione watched the people hurry by, noticing how busy the street was that night. Hermione delayed going home, knowing Harry was most likely there. She had confessed that she loved him, as more than a friend. Harry had been shocked, naturally, getting up and leaving their flat without saying a word.

Hermione sighed, deciding that it was time to go home.

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Hermione took off her jacket, and debated what to do. Padding back to the door, she turned to porch light on, pausing to listen to the thunder outside. Setting her coat on the chair in their dining room before tiptoeing to her room and silently shutting her door. Hermione slowly changed into her pajama pants and a tank top, lying on her bed and starring at the ceiling.'Why did I tell him that I loved him? I should have just kept in to myself. He doesn't need one more girl claiming that she's in love with him. Of course everyone loves the famous Harry Potter. Nobody loves him like I do, though...' Hermione bit her lip, 'I will not cry! I will not!'

Hermione let out a grunt of frustration and got up, leaving her room and making her way back to the living room. A loud burst of thunder and lightening lit up the room like it was daytime. Hermione unlocked the door and stepped onto the lighted porch, and realized with a start that it was raining.

Hermione squinted, seeing a shadow on the street. 'Who would be out in that weather?' Hermione asked herself. Another burst of lightening revealed Harry, standing there, soaking wet and starring strait at her.

"Harry?" Hermione whispered, confused. "Harry?" Hermione asked, loud enough for him to hear.

When Harry didn't move, Hermione frowned, making her decision and running out into the rain, coming face to face with Harry.

"Why are you out here Harry? You're going to get sick. You need to get insi-" Hermione was cut of when Harry pressed his lips against hers, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.

"I love you." Harry whispered against Hermione's lips.

Hermione melted into Harry's embrace, smiling as they kissed.

'I love you'

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I know that I won't cry

Because there is somebody

Somebody is waiting for me out in the rain.

I won't cry, not tonight because there is someone waiting for me.

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AN- Hey…If anybody catches any mistakes in this story, please tell me, nicely. This was written to Bonnie McKee's 'Somebody' and it was a spur of the moment one-shot story. You should really listen to this song, it's soo good. You can find it on MTV dot com, and listen from there, lol. Anyway... If you have to flame, do it nicely. Thanks for reading…hope you review!

Meg