AN: Just a quick, painless idea that came to me as I was supposed to be doing other things. Please review it. There's no story attached to it, it's just a single scene.
I don't own Harry Potter.
The MomentTears quivered in his deep green eyes and she watched them escape, one by one, perfectly rounded and surreal in a world that had been all too real. Pain shook his body and deep down inside, she wanted his pain so he wouldn't have to bear it. He tried to smile, but she knew the bravado was false.
They each wished for each others pain, for they knew each other's weaknesses.
Hermione reached for Harry's wounded arm, and, as he winced, blood smeared across her hand. He lay on the ground and, as she hovered over him, he knew only one thing:
If he died it could not end like this. He could not leave her to remember him as he was. Their love could not remain unspoken, for the weeks and months to wash from her heart. To leave her with no confirmation of his feelings would be callous, cruel.
"I love you." The sound came remarkably smoothly from his parched lips. Hermione only smiled, barely noticing the two droplets of water that splashed onto his torn shirt. She must have opened her mouth to say something, but his one good arm reached up and grabbed her gently but firmly by the collar and she willingly let him take her. Their mouths met in one last desperate attempt at happiness and it was found there, on the cold, hard floor drenched in blood and tears.
She would never forget him.