Hey all, just popped in to drop this little fic. Been a long while, I know. But I've been busy, I got a new job that takes up a lot of my time, and I also have pets and family obligations. Either way, I hope you like this.
"I'm tired of fighting, of talking, of thinking. I'm tired of everything." A flat voiced Hermione spoke from the tent's entrance.
Harry flinched at the tone. "A-are you tired of me?" He whispered just barely loud enough for her to catch on the wind outside the tent.
She didn't look at him, for a moment she sat silently, watching the fireflies float around. "You're the reason why. It's you that I can't stop thinking and talking about. It's my love for you that I can't stop fighting for. It's always been you, and it always will be you."
Harry stood stock still for a moment before collapsing to his knees beside her and dragging her small frame into a hug. His shoulders shook with the effort to keep from crying as he murmured her name into her hair.
"Always been you 'Mione. Always."