Author's Note:
This is my VERY first story. As in first, so please don't be that hard on me. I love reviews. And I accept any constructive criticism, especially concerning dialogue. But please, no flamers, I'm really new at this. I didn't want to start with anything too big so I just made this short drabble :) Please review! I'll give you cookies if you do.
She looked at him. Really looked. What she saw was the shell of a broken boy. A boy worn down by the weight of the world. He was sitting on the edge of the window, legs hanging dangerously over the edge.
"Ron said you'd be here" she said while approaching him.
"And he's right isn't he?" he replied back. She was right behind him; she reached out a hand and put it on his shoulder.
"Harry, please come back to the common room, we're worried about you. I'm worried about you." she pleaded.
"'Mione, do you think if I jumped it would make everything go away?" he asked, ignoring what she said. Her breath caught in her throat.
"No. It wouldn't Harry." at this point, she was sitting next to him. "I know that it seems so tempting to just jump and forget the world. To forget your destiny. But please Harry, this isn't just your war. It's everyone's. You don't have to act like a hero all the time. You don't." Her tears were coming to her eyes, she was pleading, begging.
"But Hermione, so many people have di-"
"Do you really think they died for you?" she took his hand and laced her fingers through his. "Everyone's hurting. You're just a boy Harry. A boy with the weight of the world in your hands. But you're still Harry. You're just Harry. Normal people will need friends in times like these, and I'm here for you.", she squeezed his hand "I'm right here."
"I love you Hermione. I wouldn't have made it this far without you. You're my best friend." he said it so seriously, Hermione couldn't help but laugh.
"I love you too Harry.", she rested her head on his shoulder " Want to come back to the common room?"
Harry looked at her, he finally realized just how amazing she was. She never gave up on him. Never.
"Can we stay here for just a little longer?" he asked. He sounded tired, worn out.
"Of course." Hermione squeezed his hand just one more time.
I'm right here.