Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, yadda yadda...
Author's Note: you can see it as either friendship or romance, it's up to you.
"I'll go with you."
As soon as the words escaped my lips, I knew it was true. I'd follow Harry everywhere, even hell. Not because he needed me, but because I needed him. He was my first friend, the first person who accepted me and liked me for who I am. Ever since he (and Ron) rescued me from the troll, my life was utterly connected to his. During the six years we spent together in Hogwarts, all I did was help him out whenever I could, fearing for his life all the time. And when Ron left during our hunt for the horcruxes, we took care of each other, one being the rock to which the other clung in those desperate times.
That's why I didn't think twice before willing myself to face death with him.
Because there's no Hermione without Harry.
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