Harry was sprawled on Hermione's couch, very tipsy after celebrating the completion of his first successful capture as an Auror. Hermione was sitting on the floor, her back to him, leaning her head back, eyes closed. His words were washing over her, far more gently than they had any right to do, given the subject, though she supposed that was the alcohol. She was too drunk to care that he hadn't taken his shoes off on her sofa, which was far more drunk than she could ever remember being before, even at his wedding.
"Ron should be here. We were going to be partners, you know, after the war. We had it all planned out. Well, kind of. He always had a crush on you, you know. That part would never have worked. But being aurors together, that would have. Back… back before everything… you, did you ever think you would end up here?"
It took a long moment to register that Harry had said something requiring an answer.
"What'ssat?"
"Did you think you'd be, you know, living alone and correcting books for a living and hiding from reporters and shit all the time?"
"Mos' th' r'porters are gone now."
"You know what I mean, 'ermione."
Hermione made an effort toward coherency. "Yeah, s'pose I do. And no. If I'm t'be honest, I dunno if I thought we'd live. I definitely thought you'd die, and I… I couldn' imagine I'd not have died before you. I mean, I was needed, right? Until the last… never woulda made it alone… but I though' Bitchy Bella'd take me out or something before the end."
There was a shifting sound that could have been a nod from the couch behind her. She looked up to see Harry's green, green eyes looking at her intently. "Are you happy, now?" he asked, "With, y'know, everything? Life, and stuff?"
Hermione sighed. That was the question, wasn't it? And if she was honest with herself, she'd already been thinking it. It just took a lot of firewhisky to bring her to say it: "No." She didn't elaborate, and Harry didn't ask her to. She took another drink from the bottle they'd been passing between them, and looked back to see that the Savior of the Wizarding World had fallen asleep on her.
She smiled fondly at him and pulled herself upright, clumsily laying a blanket over the man before retiring to her bed. No, she wasn't happy, and perhaps, now that she had admitted it out loud, she could change that.