Disclaimer: All characters belong to Ms. Rowling; plot is mine.

Together Again

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"I can't do this. It's so hard for me since you and Ron left me." Hermione sobbed, wiping away her tears. It was opening night for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry's own production of West Side Story, the muggle broadway show that rocked the entire muggle world, that even the Wizarding world got hooked. "I'm Maria! The part that I've always dreamed of seeing you watching me play!

Harry Potter and Ron Weasley had run off to join the Wizarding World in battling Voldemort. She took out a tissue and dabbed her mascara. 15 Minutes until Showtime...

"No word on whether you were dead or alive. No word from you at all. It's been hell for me, I've been there and I'm back. I've held that secret long enough, I swear that I'll say it out loud. For the world to know. I'm in love with Harry Potter. I know, it sounds corny." Hermione murmered, unable to hold back the tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Draco Malfoy ended up getting Tony's role, when I thought you would be it Harry. You! I did this for you!" She screeched, her mascara running and her makeup smeared. "Where were you when I needed you? When I needed someone to lean on, and to help me through the night. Where were you?" She whispered, an uncanny feeling sneaking up her spine. "I'll have to kiss Draco! All for you! And you're not here."

"I never thought I could get the part. But I did, and you weren't there. Not even to say - Congrats Hermione! Nor were you there at the casting. You left, that morning without a word. Only a note that read - Hermione, We'll be back. Love, Harry & Ron. "What do you take me for? A genius?" She stood up, to fling her arms out and quizzically ask "Where are you?!"

She collasped onto the floor, crying and opening the picture that was folded in her right hand. It was taken by Colin Creevy exactly two days before Harry and Ron left. Professor Dumbledore had not known, but sensed that they would. Gryffindors were known to do things like that for the good of the world.

"Harry..." She cried, touching his face that was puckered up against her cheek. She grinned, dimmly through her tears. She wanted to smell his hair and hug him tightly, never letting him go again. But it wasn't meant to be at that moment. "I thought you would be here to say - You can do it, Herm! or Break a leg! But you weren't there for me. You know , it hurts when best friends aren't there to see you succeed in life. Never would I have thought I felt it as severely as you two.."

There was a sudden knock on her door. "5 Minutes until showtime."

Quickly, Hermione staggered to look at her red eyes and damp face. She wiped it off on her towel. "I'll be there." She managed to say, without a waver in her voice. 'I'll do it for you, Harry, even if you aren't here to share my special moment.'

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The curtains lifted and Hermione smiled, despite her willingness to cry. The movements and dances were easy to express her sorrow and profound happiness in. The dialogue was hard to preform, holding back the waver in her voice. Though the scene that they were making out in the bed cracked the audience up somewhat because of a Slytherin and a Gryffindor in the same bed. Until the scene that Tony, played by Draco Malfoy, was shot in her arms.

Only she didn't see Draco, she saw Harry. "No!!!" She screamed, collasping onto Draco. "No!!" The two gangs approached from behind her. Her tears flooded, for in her mind Harry was lost, died in action. Crabbe and Goyle hooked both of her arms to pry her away from Draco, who was motionless. She pried one arm away, and thrust it towards Draco, trying to get back to him. "Tony!!!! I love you!! Give me the wand!! Give it to me!!"

"This is what you cause! War and hatred! Why him?!" She motioned to Draco, who was still faking-dead. "I should kill you all!" She waved her wand around menacingly, choking on her words. Tears streaming down her cheeks. "Just because we're different! You had to kill him! Why not me?! Why?!" She fell to her knees, sobbing in agony. The audience, which was silent during her dramatic episode sprang to life in applause. Hermione shook her head, as the curtain dropped. She looked into the crowd, spotting Fred and George. Her mother and father, and.. 'Could it be? No, you're kidding yourself. It couldn't be.. Harry and Ron!'

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Backstage, Hermione ran through the blackness to run into Harry Potter. His green eyes shone in the dim light. "Oh my god..." Hermione stumbled backwards, speechless.

"What, Herm? Haven't got a hug for lil' old me?" Harry said, scooping her up, and giving her a quick kiss on her lips that was quite unexpected. She kissed him again, and a hooting sound came from behind.

Harry swung her around like she was light as a feather. Ron was cupping his hands and making a hooting sound. "Ron, that is so immature." Hermione sighed, as Harry put her back down.

She hugged him too, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He turned bright red, like his flaming red hair. "Is the war.. war.. over?" Hermione asked, quietly.

"Yes! It's over at last!" Harry picked her up again and held her as he turned in circles. Staring into his green eyes, she gave him a kiss. Right in front of the crowd, a kiss that was meant to be.

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Maybe I should write an after series? What did you think? Please comment.