No Longer Alone

Harry POV

I was so angry, angry at how Ron could be such an idiot to see the perfect wonder of a girl Hermione was.

Ron was so stupid to see that a) Hermione was utterly in love with him, b) that she would always care and tend to him and c) just be his sweet and pure Hermione to be alongside him. But now he'd gone and thrown it all away -ruined the friendship between us all with the slag of Gryffindor.

Ginny was sitting next to me with Hermione crying in her arms, her shirt stained with all of Hermione's constant tears. I just stoked Hermione's curly brown bushy hair, playing with it between my fingers, testing the softness of each curl. Ginny was smiling up at me with a knowing look.

Just before Hermione had asked us where Ron was, we had spoken about the concept of me and her dating. Ginny understood how my newly developed feelings could crop up and she didn't mind. She no longer loved me and I didn't either.

We were cool with it. Only I hadn't been up to risking my friendship.

After nearly an hour of Hermione crying with no sign of stopping, Ginny replaced me with her position so she could go to the toilet. I cuddled Hermione close and continued stroking her hair.

She lifted her head of my lap a minute or two after Ginny departing. She met my eyes for a long moment, her deep chestnut eyes were so easy to get lost in…

"I'm sorry" she said, a pale pink blush seeping through her already tearstained cheeks.

I smiled and twirled her hair round my forefinger, playing at how soft it was to touch.

"You have nothing to be sorry for Hermione. You sit here and cry as long as you want, as long as it takes to wipe all your pain and hurt from your system. Once that is gone, you learn to get along with what's happening in your life." I said, being very logical.

"That was…incredibly insightful" she said, leaving her round mouth hanging open in slight awe for a few seconds. Now it was my turn to turn pink.

I sighed, "It is how I deal with all my pressure and stress I have heaved up on my shoulders. I have the entire eyes of the Wizarding World watching my every move, either if it is a bad choice or not. I've always hated how my life has played out to be. I never wanted all of it. But hearing that I may need to be the one to destroy Voldermort, I learn to live with that is what I will probably have to live up to, bad choice or good."

Hermione nodded slowly and propped herself up so she was looking me in the eye, her face roughly a hand's reach away, but not so close that I could feel her breath on my face.

"I respect you so much Harry, on how you have had to adapt to a world and growing up without a loving kind family. I am always so sorry for you but at the same time, amazed how you nail it every time, luck or not. It makes us all proud that you're making sacrifices for everyone." She breathed, gazing so intently into my eyes that made my heart hope...

...which was a lost cause as she sat up properly and got up off the floor, holding a determined look on her face.

I got up also and took her hand in mine, but loosely. "Go to bed, Hermione and just sleep. After a day you've had you don't need any more crap from Ron" I said, carefully, knowing it was what was needed for her.

She seemed flattered by my choice of words and smiled. She kissed my cheek and gave me a quick hug; a friend hug.

"Thank you Harry. Goodnight." She said and left me on my own.

I waited for the door to close behind her before I whispered "Goodnight, my love."

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