Title: We Are
Summary: Harry and Hermione have a unique relationship. Hermione POV. NOT incestuous.
Rating: T
Warning: Hermione is a bit obsessed with Harry, but it's not in a sexual way. Netrixie pointer out to me that some people might take it that way, so I'm telling you now. IT'S NOT.
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, do you think I would be ficcing my own story? Hmmm?
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I watch as he weaves his way through the halls, acknowledging the blithe greetings tossed his direction with nothing but a nod. He is different, there is something about him… I don't know what it is, but I will, in time. He cannot stay away from me for long.
For years I have been his sole confidant, the meter by which he measures his actions. My approval or disappointment are keen indicators of the direction he should go, and though I try to wean him off of me, I find that I lack the willpower.
My parents believe our relationship is wrong, that I, one who is the same age, at the same level of experience, should have so much sway over the actions of my year mate.
They know nothing.
They do not know the trials we have faced together, the crimes we have committed, the mistakes we have made, the consequences we have had to endure. They know nothing of us, how at times there is no distinction. To them, we are an unhealthy union- to ourselves, we are perfection.
To have lived through such horrors, to have almost succumbed to death by his side has ever been and will ever be my great honor. To follow him through forests and fortresses, certain of death and ever escaping it's clutches, creates a feeling of loyalty and trust that no other person has yet to offer.
We are more than year mates, we are more than young magicians. We are invincible when together, we are indestructible when we are combined, we are unending in our selves.
You see, there is more to us than the frivolous claims of imbeciles, more than the hushed whispers that flow from the lips of the ridiculous. We are nothing so crass as lovers, nothing so tasteless as that. To him, I am worth more than the pleasures of the flesh- I am his mother, his sister, his conscience.
I will ever be more to him than a simple friend, more than a lover or a fling. For without each other, we are nothing. His great work would be but ruin in the history of time were it not for me, while I would have withered away into a frail shadow of myself without his provocation.
No one understands but for us, no one will.
There he is now, coming to me with a question in his eyes. I smile as he says my name, grin as he sits beside me. And as Harry confides his deepest secret, my heart renews it's vow to him- that I, Hermione Granger, will never leave his side, from now until death, and even beyond.
For the bonds of blood are the strongest there are, and as blood bound siblings our souls are tied together. And for the rest of time, my brother-of-the-heart and I will be together.
Forever.
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She's a little obsessed, I know, but I find I like her like this in this one. I was wondering whether I should post it or not, but figured, 'Ah, to hell with it- if they like it, they'll review, if they don't, they won't.'
So, take to heart the message above- if you liked it, review, if not, don't. Actually, review anyway- flames raise the temperature in my house, which is a good thing, since the heat doesn't go on until December 8th.
Ta!
MannyWitch