Harry Potter and the Three Hallows

by

Hollytiger

Summary: Starts Post HBP. A rewrite of Deathly Hallows, Harmony Style. Harry and Hermione realize their feelings for each other after Dumbledore is buried, and the result of that afternoon is the biggest task they will have to face. H/HR, RW/LL, GW/NL

Disclaimer: I don't own HP or it would have gone my way.

Prologue

Harry Potter laid on his four poster bed in Gryffindor Tower. It had been an hour since Dumbledore's funeral, and the Hogwarts Express would be leaving in another hour to return to Kings Cross. Ron, Neville, Dean, and Seamus had already packed their belongings and headed down to the courtyard, but Harry laid there, unsure of what was to come next. Well, obviously he, Hermione, and Ron had to find the real horcux that R.A.B. had stolen, as well as the others so the Golden Trio could take down Voldemort.

"Harry?"

Harry snapped out of his trance and saw Hermione standing in the doorway.

"Hermione, what are you doing up here?" murmured Harry.

"Came to find you," Hermione replied as she walked over and sat next to him on his bed. She looked at his care-worn face. "Are you alright?"

"Just upset about Dumbledore," Harry murmured. Hermione placed her hand gently on the side of his face.

"Me too," said Hermione. "Harry, I want to apologize for this past year. I've been a horrible friend to you."

"It's alright," murmured Harry. "I shouldn't have been a prat myself."

"It was that damn book," Hermione replied. "I was just-"

"Hermione, remember, that book was Snape's?" Harry replied. Hermione sighed.

"I know," Hermione murmured. There was a pause as Hermione bit her lip.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"Why'd you break up with Ginny?" Hermione asked, laying next to him.

"Wasn't in love with her," Harry replied. "Don't think I ever have. She's honestly like a sister, who's infatuated with The-Boy-Who-Lived."

Hermione snorted in response as Harry wrapped an arm around her.

"What about you and Ron?" Harry continued. Hermione shook her head in response.

"Please, he has the emotional range of a teaspoon, we would never last," Hermione replied. "Besides, I love someone else."

"Do you really?" Harry smiled at her. "That's funny, because I love someone else too."

"Anyone I know?" Hermione asked with a smile, looking up at Harry as he played with a strand of her hair.

"Perhaps," Harry said, smiling back at her. They stared at each other for a moment, Harry's eyes darting down to her lips.

"Harry," Hermione whispered, "is it me?"

"Yes," Harry replied. "You're the only girl who's ever seen me for who I really am. I love you, Hermione."

That was all Hermione needed to hear and she leaned up and met his lips in a sweet kiss. Harry cupped her face with his hands, returning the kiss and he laid Hermione back on the bed. They continued to kiss for a few moments. Fireworks were going off in either of their heads as they kissed the other.

"Hermione, we should-slow-down," Harry said, in between kisses. Hermione gave him her response by kissing him again and placing his hand on her breast.

"Make love to me, Harry," Hermione whispered. "I'm yours. I always will be."

An hour later, Harry and Hermione realized that they were going to miss the train and raced to catch the express before it left.

"There you two are," Ron replied as Harry and Hermione hurried into a compartment. "Where the bloody hell have you two been?"

Harry and Hermione shared an intimate look and replied in unison, "Nowhere." Hermione smiled at Harry and he smiled back at her.