Author's note: Here is the second chapter of this story. At last! I don't have too much time so I am starting writing. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own Harry Potter… Everything belongs to the marvelous J.K. Rowling…
Constantine X
Chapter 2: Clearing out thoughts and making plans
The clock showed ten minutes to eight when Hermione woke up. The sunlight had already filled in the Common Room making the gold and red furniture look even brighter.
The brunette was feeling so exhausted that she couldn't get herself to open her eyes. Her eyelids felt very heavy and her whole body was in pain. Her mind was so tired as it was full of thoughts: last crazy year, the battle, the unbearable deaths. All these heartbreaking thoughts were still fresh.
And also the insufferable questions about tomorrow were haunting her brain: What now? This question has been wandering in her mind since the end of the battle. Her future seemed so unsure, so undefined. She never thought that her life would be like this, nevertheless, she always considered herself to be a fan of planning.
Doing a flashback in her childhood life, she remembered her seven-year-old self saying that she will graduate from the law school with straight A's, she will become a first-class lawyer and she will get married to a smart and well-educated man. She always had dreams and made plans for the future, dreams and plans that she was only sharing with her mother.
Her mother… How much she missed her mother… How much she needed her… She needed to lay her head on her lap and let her caress her hair. She always loved that. When she was a little girl she even thought that her mother had magical powers as she could stop the time and vanish every single problem into thin air. Right now she wanted to talk to her mother, to let out all the feelings, to cry hard into her arms, to sob even…
But now it was not the time to miss her parents. She didn't have the luxury to get all emotional and weak. She always hated being weak and it was definitely not the time to get drifted by her feelings. She had to be strong so that she could build her future from the beginning. She knew that it wouldn't be easy to restart but she also knew that she wouldn't be alone in this. She had her friends, the Weasleys, the Order, the D.A.'s, Harry and most of all, Ron…
Ron… This single word, these three letters had the power to block every other thought from getting into her brain. The sweet memories from last night, suddenly and almost out of control, barked into her mind. His tender touch, his soft voice saying these beautiful words to her, this capturing eyes looking straight into her eyes had conquered her mind denying letting every other thought filling in her brain.
Hermione thought that Ron was the love of her life- as cliché as she knew this sounded-. She couldn't remember when she reached the conclusion that Ron meant everything to her but she reckoned that the realization came a long time ago. Maybe she had known since the first time she saw him but her stubbornness never let her admit it. But right now the only thought flooded her mind was one:
Hermione Granger was totally, absolutely and definitely in love with Ron Weasley.
This sweet realization gave her strength and made things that looked horrible before brighter and definitely sufferable. She knew that the next months, maybe years will be tough but the long trip until succeeding recover would be shorter and much easier with Ron there with her. The pain about the loss of her friends felt more bearable with Ron by her side.
And then she understood how right her mother was. Love is really the most important gift that God offered to humanity. The ability to love and to be loved is our only power and we can use this power so as to help and to be helped.
And that is what it had to be done so as to overcome all this pain and restart. This was the only way to recover from all the hurt that the war has given to them and find comfort: they had to support each other, unite their powers, be strong and courageous for one another and complete the emotional holes that the war has created to their beloved ones.
"Ron needs me and I need him. My friends need me and I need them." Hermione thought. "This is a challenge for all of us who lived the war, not for every one individually."
These optimistic thoughts made her feel stronger and the darkness in her heart seemed to get replaced by light. The fog in her mind disappeared and the sun arose in her thoughts. She had to build her future and, as hard and scary as this sounded, she had to face reality sooner or later.
Hermione opened her eyes and the bright light blinded her for a while. After getting used to it her eyes wandered into the empty Common Room and fell onto the sleeping figure next to her. The brunette caught herself exploring his peaceful face like a hungry woman: his manly hands, being implicated with hers, his fair eyelids, his uncountable freckles and his lips. These beautiful full lips that she had kissed so passionately two days ago and that she was burning from desire to repeat this divine action. These thoughts made her feel too hot as much as she wanted to deny it.
She was eighteen after all…
That's all for me. I think that it might be boring but I wanted to write a chapter about Hermione's thoughts. The end kind of sucks but anyway… Please REVIEW…
Thank you all!
