A/N: A second update in one day! Woo! So this started out as a one-shot, but since a lot of people added this to story alert, I got the idea of making this into a set on one-shots chronicling Harry and Hermione's budding relationship as they destroy Horcruxes. Ron will still return though. Hopefully this doesn't turn out to be a dumb idea... Oh, and did you know that J.K. actually considered putting them together? Well, I guess in some sorts this is what would have happened. I don't own anything you recognize, and yes, a little is taken from the book, but I've modified it a bit. Please review

The raised voices of the choir emanated from the little church, cloaked in the ghostly lighting from the moon. For Harry's sake, Hermione almost wished Lily and James Potter were in that church, singing of Christmas tide, just waiting for their only son to burst in and be reunited once again. But she knew better. Knew that they laid in the graveyard just beyond.

Under the Invisibility Cloak, Hermione sensed more than heard Harry's breath hitch as they walked through the Kissing Gate. Her hand squeezed his in what she hoped was comfort. He slipped away, though, a moment later, hurrying through the rows of headstones in search of the only two that mattered.

But something caught Hermione's eye, and she called to him, "Harry, look!"

He turned, eyes wide with vulnerable anxiousness. "Is it-?"

"No, but look!" He hurried to her side. At their feet was the final resting spot of Kendra and Ariana Dumbledore.

Hermione could tell that Harry was mildly interested, but all he really wanted was to find his parents. After seven years of friendship, Harry's moods were rather easy to discern. She let him go again without interrogation, although she was writhing with questions about Dumbledore's secretive past.

She knew when he had found them. He halted in his tracks and fell to his knees. A deep sense of pain cut at her heart. To never know your own parents…

She kneeled next to him, felt him shaking with tears he reluctantly let loose. As much as she felt like she was watching something very private between Harry and his parents, she couldn't will herself to move. Convinced herself that he needed her presence just as much as she needed his.

When at last they stood to go, Hermione was fighting against her own tears. Although she hadn't truly lost her parents, they were still out of her life, only memories until, in the chance she survived, she could go and retrieve them.

Harry's arm wound around her neck and hers around his waist. For now, him simply being there was enough, all silly fantasies aside. Right now, they needed only comfort and the solace that they were there for each other, fighting the same insurmountable battle.