Harry stood in the Owlery, his elbows resting against one of the stone window sills as he watched the stormy skies; the rain and thunder and lightning being his only companion. All of the owls took flight the moment the wards were broken, and the building had stayed empty since the battle began.. He wasn't surprised that the owls were knowledgeable enough to recognise a battle they couldn't fight.

"Harry," a soft voice breathed behind him. He didn't stiffen at the newcomer or jump in surprise. He'd been expecting her arrival, practically tasting the anticipation. She wouldn't stay away; he wouldn't let her.

"Hermione," he replied, not turning around. "Are you as surprised as I am to know that this building is still intact? The Quidditch stands were destroyed, and Hagrid's hut didn't make it out well, just like Hogwarts, but the Owlery? It survived in its entirety."

He sensed her move closer to him, and his body keyed into hers enough to know that she was neither uncomfortable nor relaxed.

"I noticed that one of the steps was broken," she murmured, flinching as a rumble of thunder bounced off the walls.

"As did I, but I'm pretty sure that was from an angry student who just received some bad news. The work was sloppy."

They were silent for a moment. Hermione leaned slightly into him to draw comfort from his presence and his heat whilst he stared resolutely ahead, refusing to offer her what she wanted. His jaw clenched.

"It's sad that we can tell the difference between-"

"He touched you, Hermione," he spat. She closed her mouth and turned her head to face him, her expression neutral to allow him to get what was on his mind, out of his system. She knew he'd be angry and wasn't surprised by his anger; she'd been waiting for it since she came up to meet him. Her eyes looked at him knowingly, patiently and Harry's anger deflated minutely. "He has no right to touch you, to touch what's mine."

"He seems to think he does," she replied, not goading, but just telling the truth. Ron did seem to think he had a right, had a claim.

"He doesn't," Harry declared, whirling on her and gripping her arm, tightly but not enough to hurt her. "You're mine," he hissed, his eyes glowing. "When this storm is over, we're going back to Grimmauld and I'm not letting you out of my sight, or my clutches, for days."

"Only days?" she asked, her voice sounding breathless. Harry smirked, satisfied with the effect he had on her. "I'm surprised that you aren't keeping me locked away for weeks."

"I can do that too, if you'd prefer." He stepped closer to her, his chest pressing against hers. She had to tilt her head back to keep her eyes on his. "I'm possessive. I'm going to make sure that everyone knows that you're mine."

"Maybe you'll become so possessive that the only people I see are you and my parents," she mumbled sarcastically.

"I'm not some superhero who wants everyone to be happy, Hermione. You know I'm not that man," he admitted. "I want you, and only you. I don't want anyone else to look at you, touch you, speak to you, or even think of you. Everything about you should and will be mine."

"So greedy," she breathed against his lips, pressing a quick kiss to them. "I have always known who you really are, and that's why I love you."

Harry seemed to relax at her words, his arms wrapping around her to hold her close to him.

"I'm not sure greedy is the word to describe me," he chuckled, his chin resting on her head as she returned his hug. "That's the word you'd use to describe Ron at a meal."

"Greed; an intense and selfish desire for something, especially wealth, power or food. You have an intense and selfish desire for me, that's apparent."

"I'm definitely greedy for anything Hermione," he conceded. He smiled as he felt her body shake with amusement. "You're mine, Miss Granger, and I'm going to make sure that you know it."

"I thought you were going to wait until the storm had passed," she teased, snuggling into his chest.

"Hermione, the storm has stopped." He laughed as she jerked away and moved to stare out of the window.

"When did that stop?" she asked. "It was really bad when I came up to join you."

He shrugged, grabbing her hand as he started to lead her down the stairs. He wished that they could apparate straight out of the grounds, but McGonagall had replaced the apparition wards as soon as she could to prevent any Death Eaters from trying to avenge their dead leader.

"We're leaving," he informed her, even though he was confident that she already knew. "Now."

"Shouldn't we stay to help?" she asked, nibbling on her bottom lip. He turned and quickly pulled her bottom lip from her teeth with his thumb, and shot her a look.

"I'm the only one who nibbles that lip," he whispered huskily, before seeming to change persona completely and carrying on their walk. "We won't be much help. What the people need now are Healers and Aurors. We're neither, and we wouldn't be much help when we're both about to keel over with exhaustion."

"But I thought you were going to take me home and prove I'm yours?"

"I'll take as much time with you as I can get, even if it is you ignoring me or we're both asleep." They'd started clambering over some rubble as they made their way to the edge of the grounds. "Besides, I don't really need to prove that you're mine." He smirked at her over his shoulder. "It's a common fact."

They were silent as they approached the edge of the wards and apparated back to Grimmauld Place. In the old home, Harry did exactly what he'd promised to do and monopolised all of her time. Nobody saw Harry and Hermione for a week after the war ended, only receiving owls to confirm they were both okay and alive.

Even years later, Harry would still be at Hermione's side almost all the time, making sure that most of her time was spent with him, most of the things she saw were him, and that most of the people she spoke to were with him.

His greed for Hermione's time never died down.

Word Count: 1081

Prompt: lightning (word), Owlery (location), 'I have always known who you really are, and that's why I love you.' - Belle, Once Upon A Time (quote)

Task: Write a light character with GREED, or a dark character with CHARITY