A/N: Hellooo! I decided to write a few more chapters and give this story a decent closure :P Thank you to all of you who reviewed, really!!

P.S. I'm going to try not to mess it up :S The second chapter is the one I always find more difficult to write…

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Ron Weasley had been asleep.

Harry Potter had been almost asleep. He had just put his History of Magic's book away, and his head had instantly fallen on the soft pillow, without giving him the time to take off his glasses. A sigh of tiredness had escaped his mouth. And his thoughts had started to go somewhere he did not want them to be. He just wanted to forget the day he had had, the emotions he had felt, the fear that had consumed him that day. He wanted to erase the image of Hermione Granger lying on the Forbidden Forest's muddy ground, an arrow placing her between Life and Death. He wanted Dumbledore to have a word with the centaurs. He wanted closure. He wanted her to have the closure she had no idea she was in need of.

His eyelashes slowly began shutting him out of the rest of the world, and he felt himself drifting away to a dream…

…Only to be pulled back by a hushed call.

"Harry…" Someone shook his upper body.

He unwillingly opened his eyes, and found himself looking at a very nervous Hermione.

"Harry… I need to talk." She pleaded softly.

He nodded and got up. After finding his slippers and getting into his robe, he followed the girl to the Common Room. It was empty, the fireplace being the only light allowing them to know where the steps were. They reached the couch. She sat down and stared at the fire.

He sat beside her.

Hermione smiled sadly. "I need to know."

He was extremely uneasy, and could not help but wonder if he was ever going to be able to tell her what she needed to know.

"Everyone refuses to tell me what happened. I remember nothing. Nothing at all…" She leant back, her eyes now staring at the ceiling. "Except for this song. It is always here," Two of her fingers gently touched her forehead, "but I simply cannot accept that it caused my scar."

Harry shuddered involuntarily.

"Does it still hurt, Mione?" He finally spoke, dreading the answer.

"Not at all," She chuckled and her eyes met his. "I even like it, you know? Sort of. It's the only reminder I have of…" Her voice trailed away. "Well, it's the only thing that guarantees me that it was more than just a mere dream."

An uncomfortable silence was established. He put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him. She laid her head on his chest.

"Is it that bad? The answer, I mean." Hermione inquired, her eyes closed.

"It depends." He replied cautiously.

"On?" She smiled at how anxious this conversation was making him feel. "What is this big secret all about?"

Harry exhaled deeply, defeated. He thought she ought to know. But what he did not think was that his response would do more good than bad. Could she really handle it? And what about the one that swore him to secrecy? Was he also willing to give the secret away?

"I can't tell you much. I made a promise."

Hermione straightened up. He felt his throat suddenly closing up as she gazed at him eagerly, but he knew he owed her the truth.

"We had been waiting for Hagrid for a few minutes. I don't know how you saw it, but you called our attention to a footprint on the mud. It belonged to a centaur." He breathed. Her eyebrows were furrowed with concern. "We separated ourselves from the crowd and found another pair of them. You were getting worried, and Hagrid would not come. Ron and I thought it to be better to go back to the castle, and you agreed. And that's when we heard it."

She gasped, and Harry knew she had figured out what had happened.

"Loud footsteps. Very, very loud footsteps. And suddenly we were facing a herd of centaurs. One of them had an arch and an arrow pointed at you. Everything went so fast… One moment you were telling us to take everyone back to the castle. And the next…" A tear slid from his eye. "You were fallen, covered in blood."

"Oh, Harry…" Hermione impulsively hugged him tightly. "It's okay."

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." He mumbled.

"It's okay. I'm here, now." She unsuccessfully tried to calm him down.

"Not thanks to me." He confessed. "Ron and I were paralyzed. We had no idea what to do next. Everyone had left. We ordered them to, actually. They kept screaming, and we wanted no more… casualties." His tone went from broken to grateful. "He saved you. He stayed with you until you were fine. He left so you would be fine afterwards."

"Who is he?" She managed to choke out. "Harry, who saved me?" She pleaded, ending the hug, fiercely staring at him straight in the eyes.

"He didn't want to, though. To leave you, I mean. He told us." He confided, purposely ignoring her question. "He had to."

And that, Harry thought, that is the biggest clue I can give you.

A/N: As usual, speak to me, dear readers. How was it? Small, I know, but I just HAD to have a HermioneHarry moment chapter – my second fav ship, eheh – but apart from that, tell me everything! Did it suck? Too mushy? Too OOC? (Oh God, I sincerely hope not…)

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