Slightly AU - Ginny was killed at the Battle of Hogwarts. Just a little something I whipped up whilst stuck in t'dip (a joke that those who watch Mock The Week would get!)
She loves me.
That's the first thought that came through my mind as I was laying in my bed in the Hospital Wing.
Hermione Granger loves me.
Even after everything I've done, all the deaths I caused.
I just can't phantom why she would pick me over Ron, but Hermione did.
I thought Hermione had feelings for my best friend, especially after the Sixth Year, but she told me she didn't.
Instead, the beautiful bushy-haired girl told me that she loves me. Me, Harry Potter, being told by Hermione Granger that she loves me.
I don't know why anyone should love me, the freak of Little Winging. Me, fates punching bag. Me, scared to admit that I might have some feelings for her back.
Everyone I've been close to and loved as a family has died. Mum, dad, Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Fred. All dead.
And then Ginny.
Ginny Weasley, the girl who I thought I loved, the girl who I thought I had feelings for.
Dead.
Killed by a stray Killing Curse after Molly had killed Bellatrix Lestrange.
Its been a few weeks since I was rushed into the Hospital Wing after battling Voldemort, a sneaky curse from Corbin Yaxley hitting me just as I had finished off the dark lord who I had been prophesied to defeat.
Madam Pomfrey said it was serious because I had lost a lot of blood, but had it not been for Hermione, I would have died.
Fortunately, I am recovering, but it was Hermione who had stayed with me. Hermione who had been there for me.
Hermione who had given me her love.
Hermione who in our First-Year told me that there were more things than books and cleverness that were important. Things like friendship and bravery and...
Love. It turns out it was love.
As I turn over, I see her looking at me and I know one thing.
Hermione Granger loves me.