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Disclaimer- As always, everything HP-related belongs to J.K. and the lyrics belong to Celine Dion and the song "If That's What It Takes."
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When Your Heart's Crying Out
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Hermione sat in the Common Room, stretched out sleepily on the couch. It had been two weeks since McGonagall had begun preparations, and everyone was improving vastly. Ginny and Dean were doing very well with the dragons, and Hermione, Padma, and Anthony had begun to organize people into legions by their strengths and weaknesses. The strongest Defense Against the Dark Arts students were together in the front, the weakest in the back, arranged by what they were good at, such as Charms.
She had been ignoring the growing feeling of unease in her stomach ever since she had gotten the letter. It was strange…she had never taken on anything dangerous alone. Harry and Ron had always been beside her, and it was hard to stay focused when they weren't with her. She didn't know how strong she was without them because she had never had to find out. Well, now, she supposed, was her opportunity.
Sighing heavily, she rolled over onto her stomach, going through her N.E.W.T.-level DADA book again. She read the same sentence eight times before she realized it wasn't really sinking in.
She hated that she and Ron hadn't had any time to deal with what had happened between them. She had been waiting for him to figure it out for four years, and now that they finally had admitted it to each other, she wanted to go to Hogsmeade together, sneak snog sessions in broom closets, go to the End of Year Dance together… She had almost completely forgotten about that. Dumbledore had announced that "when" (not "if", Hermione thought, wondering at Dumbledore's optimism) they won the war, all the soldiers and students would meet up again for a huge party.
Hermione thought sadly that that was probably just a nice idea that would be completely forgotten. She longed for the way life was in their 4th year, when for awhile, it seemed like things like dances were the biggest catastrophes currently plaguing them.
Hermione was snapped out of her reverie when the Portrait Hole opened again. It was Ginny. Upon seeing her, Hermione clapped her hand over her mouth in horror. Ginny's right arm was covered in a red, angry burn.
"Don't worry, Hermione. Spike, that's my dragon, just got a little overexcited today. Charlie put some salve on it, I can't feel a thing." Ginny cheerfully flopped down on the couch opposite, Hermione.
"You're in a good mood." Hermione observed, sitting up with her knees to her chest.
"Yeah…I guess it's just…there's nothing we can do to stop them from coming except be as prepared as we can be. And this whole dragon thing-I really think they're going to help. And it's exciting to be a part of that." Ginny shrugged.
"Good for you, Gin." Hermione smiled.
There was a silence between them as Ginny picked at her burn and Hermione pretended to read her book.
"You seem really down lately." Ginny said more seriously, putting her feet up on the table between them as she watched Hermione carefully.
"I guess I'm just…you know, missing them." Hermione said evasively.
Ginny raised an eyebrow.
"And that's all that's bothering you?" She asked.
Hermione sighed. Ginny had known her way too long.
"No, that's not all." Hermione said softly.
"What is it?" Ginny looked very interested now.
Hermione tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear, not knowing quite how to explain this to Ginny.
"Well, it's about Ron…Ron and I, to be more succinct." Hermione said slowly.
"I knew it! Something happened between you two before he left! Right?" Ginny smiled widely.
"You're good." Hermione grinned back, looking impressed.
Ginny shrugged.
"Six brothers, you learn how to be intuitive."
Hermione fell silent, still hugging a pillow from the couch to her chest.
"So…?" Ginny demanded impatiently.
"So what?" Hermione looked at her.
"Hermione!"
Hermione giggled for the first time in weeks, dodging the couch pillow Ginny threw at her.
"Tell me what happened!" Ginny insisted.
"For heaven's sake, Gin, we just kissed!" Hermione laughed.
"All right, well, tell me anymore and it might be a little weird since he's my brother, but it was good, right?" Ginny asked.
"Yes, it was very good." Hermione fell back on her back again, now looking rather thoughtful.
"And that's all that happened?" Ginny asked again.
"Well, I told him I loved him." Hermione said very quickly.
"Really?" Ginny's eyes went very wide.
"Yes, really. And I really don't want to talk about it anymore. You wanted to know what's been bothering me, that's what been bothering me. I wish Ron and I hadn't had to leave things so abruptly. I wished we'd have figured this out before our last year at Hogwarts and before the war had started. I wish a lot of things had turned out differently, but they didn't and there's nothing I can do about it." Hermione suddenly realized she had talked herself the verge of tears, and mentally reproached herself, blinking rapidly.
Ginny just sat there for a moment, taking in everything Hermione had said.
"I'm sorry, Hermione." She finally said.
"You have nothing to apologize for. I'm the idiot who could never own up to her feelings." Hermione sniffed, looking away from her.
"Hermione, don't blame yourself for it taking so long. Ron's a little slow on the uptake, believe me. You were just waiting for him to figure it out."
"I still should have said something."
"You did! Remember in fourth year when you practically told him outright to ask you to the next dance? You can't get much clearer than that." Ginny laughed.
"You're right." Hermione sighed.
"So even though he's a total git who's not in touch with his feelings, Ron's the reason you've been acting so weird lately?" Ginny surmised, smiling.
"He's not a total git." Hermione protested defensively, sitting up again.
"Whatever you say." Ginny rolled her eyes.
"He's your brother. You don't see him like I do." Hermione argued.
"Yeah. Because that would be a CRIME." Ginny giggled.
This time, Ginny had to dodge the pillow flying at her, as Hermione laughed, her sudden crying jag forgotten.
~*~
"You're really getting better, Ron." Harry remarked, looking at the target where Ron's arrow was quivering right outside the bull's eye.
They'd been practicing archery on their brief respite from fighting. Dumbledore had asked Ron's legion, led by Kingsley Shacklebolt, to familiarize themselves with bow-and-arrow use for battle. He wanted them to fire lit arrows onto Voldemort's armies as a defensive move the next time they squared off.
Harry had just stopped by from his camp to see Ron's progress.
"Yeah, at least I'm not hitting people from own legion anymore." Ron shrugged.
A rather disgruntled looking soldier walked by and grunted in agreement at Ron's remark.
"I said I was sorry, mate!" Ron called after him.
Harry laughed.
"So any word from Hermione?" Harry asked, unsheathing his sword and practicing a few complicated spinning moves he'd just learned.
"No…I figured she must be really busy…you know, preparing." Ron shrugged, taking the arrow from the board and putting it back into the bow.
"Yeah, you're probably right." Harry conceded, noticing that Ron's hands were shaking slightly at the mention of Hermione and he kept fumbling the arrow.
"Was everything…okay between you two when you left?" Harry asked carefully.
"What do you mean?" Ron looked at him innocently, but Harry noticed his ears turning slightly red.
Suddenly, Shacklebolt strode up to the pair of them, interrupting what Harry thought was quickly becoming a very interesting conversation.
"Weasley, I need you to do something for me."
"Of course, General Shacklebolt." Ron said quickly, putting down his archery equipment.
"This is a very sensitive assignment, from order by Dumbledore. He figured you could take care of it. We would send the message by mail, but it could be intercepted." Shacklebolt started to explain.
Ron nodded.
"Whatever it is, I'll do it."
"There's an attitude I could get used to in my soldiers, Weasley." Shacklebolt smiled, and began to tell Ron of the assignment.
~*~
Hermione stood in front of the group of students she was in charge of, about to throw her wand down in frustration.
"Come on, people, it's a simple Stunning spell! Anyone over O.W.L. levels should have not trouble with this!"
"We're not all geniuses, Hermione!" A sixth year Hermione didn't know whined.
"I'm not asking you to do anything you shouldn't already know! And you'd better at least start trying! Unless you want to die when Voldemort attacks the school in THREE DAYS!" Hermione practically shouted back.
Her whole group fell silent. Hermione took a deep breath, feeling the tingle of a migraine beginning above her left eye. Sighing heavily, she closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she saw a group of people just as tired and frustrated as she was.
"Look, everybody, I'm sorry for getting angry. It's just-this isn't the time for careless mistakes and bad attitudes. You should be trying harder at this then you've ever tried at anything your whole life. This isn't pass-fail. This is life or death."
Everyone nodded in agreement, even the whiny sixth year.
"So, let's try again, on the count of three-1-2-3!"
As her whole group tried the spell again, suddenly someone tapped her shoulder.
"Yes?" She spun around to face Anthony Goldstein.
"McGonagall said she needs to see you, me and Padma in the Entrance Hall right away." He told her quietly.
"All right." Hermione replied, turning to face her group.
"Everyone, listen up! I've got to go take care of something real quick, but just keep practicing this stunning spell, and I'll be right back."
Everyone nodded, and went back to practicing.
"What's up?" Hermione asked Anthony as they headed for the Entrance Hall.
"No idea. McGonagall just said it was urgent."
Hermione's brow furrowed in thought as they opened the doors to where McGonagall was already waiting with Padma and-
"Ron?" Hermione's voice came out strangely high-pitched.
"Hey, Hermione." Ron turned away from where he'd been talking to McGonagall to face Hermione with an indiscernible expression on his face.
"Mr. Weasley has been sent here by Dumbledore to inform us of an idea Dumbledore had. He remembered an old spellbook in his office that tells of ancient defenses available to Hogwarts if absolutely necessary. It's called Spells for Times of Trial. They're incredibly difficult to perform and highly dangerous, but they might be the only chance we have. I would ask you three to go retrieve the book and see if any of the spells look like something any of you could handle, with the teacher's help and supervision of course." McGonagall informed them.
"Highly dangerous?" Padma echoed faintly.
"This is no time for timidity, Miss Patil. We've got to do everything we can." McGonagall said rather sharply.
Padma nodded, still looking unsure.
"So if you three would go retrieve the book from the office, and bring it back to my classroom? Dismiss your students; they've done enough for today. And Mr. Weasley, thank you for informing us of this information. Tell Dumbledore we appreciate this greatly."
Ron nodded, looking at his feet.
McGonagall walked off quickly in the direction of her office, Padma and Anthony told Ron thanks, and walked off, talking in low voices.
Hermione and Ron were suddenly left very much alone together after almost a month apart.
"How'd you get here?" Hermione asked, trying to break the sudden palpable tension between them.
"Broom." Ron said simply.
"Oh."
"So, how are things back-" Ron began.
"If you don't kiss me in the next five seconds-" Hermione warned as she interrupted him, and before she could finish, Ron took a step towards her and Hermione met him halfway.
Their lips met with an almost bruising intensity. Hermione moaned slightly, her lips parting under his. She'd been dreaming about this ever since he'd left, and it was just as much of a rush as she remembered from the stormy night in the Common Room. She felt like this was the only person who could ever kiss her like this, who could ever make her feel this way.
Apparently, Ron agreed with her on that statement, because when they broke apart awhile later, he looked a slightly dazed.
"Blimey, Hermione." He said quietly, their foreheads leaning together still.
"Welcome back." She grinned.
"I'll say." Ron laughed.
They stood like that for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of being so close to each other again.
"You have to leave again, don't you?" Hermione whispered.
"Yeah." Ron said, sadly.
"Tell Harry hello for me." She said, sighing heavily.
"I can't promise I'll give him the same greeting you gave me." Ron smirked.
"Oh, Ron, bad mental places…" Hermione laughed.
Ron tucked a strand of her hair behind one ear, looking at her for a long moment.
"Please be careful…Harry told me about the attack on Hogwarts." He said quietly.
"I didn't want you to worry." Hermione explained.
"I know…look, Hermione, I'm really sorry but-"
"You have to go." She finished the sentence for him.
"Yes. You know I don't want to, but Shacklebolt, my legion general, said we were leaving our camp for a new location at 8:00 tonight, and it's already 6:00, and you wouldn't believe the flight to get back." Ron said this all very quickly as if she would get angry.
She reassured him this wasn't true by kissing him quickly, and handing him his broomstick.
"Go on then, Ron. And don't do anything stupid." She grinned, as he swung his bag over his shoulder.
Ron laughed, mounting his broomstick. Hermione watched him go, her heart twisting sadly again.
Just before he kicked off, he looked over his shoulder.
"I love you. I'll be back."
Hermione didn't even get a chance to reply before he rocketed off into the night sky, whooping as he did a flip in the air. Hermione smiled, feeling as if seeing him had been like breathing in fresh air. She felt suddenly like she could do anything they needed her to in the battle…whatever it takes to see the end of this war, she thought to herself. She was ready.
~*~
You're the bravest of hearts, you're the strongest of souls
You're my light in the dark, you're the place I call home
You can say it's all right, but I know that you're breaking up inside
I see it in your eyes
Even though you face the night afraid and alone
That's why I'll be there
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Disclaimer- As always, everything HP-related belongs to J.K. and the lyrics belong to Celine Dion and the song "If That's What It Takes."
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When Your Heart's Crying Out
~*~
Hermione sat in the Common Room, stretched out sleepily on the couch. It had been two weeks since McGonagall had begun preparations, and everyone was improving vastly. Ginny and Dean were doing very well with the dragons, and Hermione, Padma, and Anthony had begun to organize people into legions by their strengths and weaknesses. The strongest Defense Against the Dark Arts students were together in the front, the weakest in the back, arranged by what they were good at, such as Charms.
She had been ignoring the growing feeling of unease in her stomach ever since she had gotten the letter. It was strange…she had never taken on anything dangerous alone. Harry and Ron had always been beside her, and it was hard to stay focused when they weren't with her. She didn't know how strong she was without them because she had never had to find out. Well, now, she supposed, was her opportunity.
Sighing heavily, she rolled over onto her stomach, going through her N.E.W.T.-level DADA book again. She read the same sentence eight times before she realized it wasn't really sinking in.
She hated that she and Ron hadn't had any time to deal with what had happened between them. She had been waiting for him to figure it out for four years, and now that they finally had admitted it to each other, she wanted to go to Hogsmeade together, sneak snog sessions in broom closets, go to the End of Year Dance together… She had almost completely forgotten about that. Dumbledore had announced that "when" (not "if", Hermione thought, wondering at Dumbledore's optimism) they won the war, all the soldiers and students would meet up again for a huge party.
Hermione thought sadly that that was probably just a nice idea that would be completely forgotten. She longed for the way life was in their 4th year, when for awhile, it seemed like things like dances were the biggest catastrophes currently plaguing them.
Hermione was snapped out of her reverie when the Portrait Hole opened again. It was Ginny. Upon seeing her, Hermione clapped her hand over her mouth in horror. Ginny's right arm was covered in a red, angry burn.
"Don't worry, Hermione. Spike, that's my dragon, just got a little overexcited today. Charlie put some salve on it, I can't feel a thing." Ginny cheerfully flopped down on the couch opposite, Hermione.
"You're in a good mood." Hermione observed, sitting up with her knees to her chest.
"Yeah…I guess it's just…there's nothing we can do to stop them from coming except be as prepared as we can be. And this whole dragon thing-I really think they're going to help. And it's exciting to be a part of that." Ginny shrugged.
"Good for you, Gin." Hermione smiled.
There was a silence between them as Ginny picked at her burn and Hermione pretended to read her book.
"You seem really down lately." Ginny said more seriously, putting her feet up on the table between them as she watched Hermione carefully.
"I guess I'm just…you know, missing them." Hermione said evasively.
Ginny raised an eyebrow.
"And that's all that's bothering you?" She asked.
Hermione sighed. Ginny had known her way too long.
"No, that's not all." Hermione said softly.
"What is it?" Ginny looked very interested now.
Hermione tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear, not knowing quite how to explain this to Ginny.
"Well, it's about Ron…Ron and I, to be more succinct." Hermione said slowly.
"I knew it! Something happened between you two before he left! Right?" Ginny smiled widely.
"You're good." Hermione grinned back, looking impressed.
Ginny shrugged.
"Six brothers, you learn how to be intuitive."
Hermione fell silent, still hugging a pillow from the couch to her chest.
"So…?" Ginny demanded impatiently.
"So what?" Hermione looked at her.
"Hermione!"
Hermione giggled for the first time in weeks, dodging the couch pillow Ginny threw at her.
"Tell me what happened!" Ginny insisted.
"For heaven's sake, Gin, we just kissed!" Hermione laughed.
"All right, well, tell me anymore and it might be a little weird since he's my brother, but it was good, right?" Ginny asked.
"Yes, it was very good." Hermione fell back on her back again, now looking rather thoughtful.
"And that's all that happened?" Ginny asked again.
"Well, I told him I loved him." Hermione said very quickly.
"Really?" Ginny's eyes went very wide.
"Yes, really. And I really don't want to talk about it anymore. You wanted to know what's been bothering me, that's what been bothering me. I wish Ron and I hadn't had to leave things so abruptly. I wished we'd have figured this out before our last year at Hogwarts and before the war had started. I wish a lot of things had turned out differently, but they didn't and there's nothing I can do about it." Hermione suddenly realized she had talked herself the verge of tears, and mentally reproached herself, blinking rapidly.
Ginny just sat there for a moment, taking in everything Hermione had said.
"I'm sorry, Hermione." She finally said.
"You have nothing to apologize for. I'm the idiot who could never own up to her feelings." Hermione sniffed, looking away from her.
"Hermione, don't blame yourself for it taking so long. Ron's a little slow on the uptake, believe me. You were just waiting for him to figure it out."
"I still should have said something."
"You did! Remember in fourth year when you practically told him outright to ask you to the next dance? You can't get much clearer than that." Ginny laughed.
"You're right." Hermione sighed.
"So even though he's a total git who's not in touch with his feelings, Ron's the reason you've been acting so weird lately?" Ginny surmised, smiling.
"He's not a total git." Hermione protested defensively, sitting up again.
"Whatever you say." Ginny rolled her eyes.
"He's your brother. You don't see him like I do." Hermione argued.
"Yeah. Because that would be a CRIME." Ginny giggled.
This time, Ginny had to dodge the pillow flying at her, as Hermione laughed, her sudden crying jag forgotten.
~*~
"You're really getting better, Ron." Harry remarked, looking at the target where Ron's arrow was quivering right outside the bull's eye.
They'd been practicing archery on their brief respite from fighting. Dumbledore had asked Ron's legion, led by Kingsley Shacklebolt, to familiarize themselves with bow-and-arrow use for battle. He wanted them to fire lit arrows onto Voldemort's armies as a defensive move the next time they squared off.
Harry had just stopped by from his camp to see Ron's progress.
"Yeah, at least I'm not hitting people from own legion anymore." Ron shrugged.
A rather disgruntled looking soldier walked by and grunted in agreement at Ron's remark.
"I said I was sorry, mate!" Ron called after him.
Harry laughed.
"So any word from Hermione?" Harry asked, unsheathing his sword and practicing a few complicated spinning moves he'd just learned.
"No…I figured she must be really busy…you know, preparing." Ron shrugged, taking the arrow from the board and putting it back into the bow.
"Yeah, you're probably right." Harry conceded, noticing that Ron's hands were shaking slightly at the mention of Hermione and he kept fumbling the arrow.
"Was everything…okay between you two when you left?" Harry asked carefully.
"What do you mean?" Ron looked at him innocently, but Harry noticed his ears turning slightly red.
Suddenly, Shacklebolt strode up to the pair of them, interrupting what Harry thought was quickly becoming a very interesting conversation.
"Weasley, I need you to do something for me."
"Of course, General Shacklebolt." Ron said quickly, putting down his archery equipment.
"This is a very sensitive assignment, from order by Dumbledore. He figured you could take care of it. We would send the message by mail, but it could be intercepted." Shacklebolt started to explain.
Ron nodded.
"Whatever it is, I'll do it."
"There's an attitude I could get used to in my soldiers, Weasley." Shacklebolt smiled, and began to tell Ron of the assignment.
~*~
Hermione stood in front of the group of students she was in charge of, about to throw her wand down in frustration.
"Come on, people, it's a simple Stunning spell! Anyone over O.W.L. levels should have not trouble with this!"
"We're not all geniuses, Hermione!" A sixth year Hermione didn't know whined.
"I'm not asking you to do anything you shouldn't already know! And you'd better at least start trying! Unless you want to die when Voldemort attacks the school in THREE DAYS!" Hermione practically shouted back.
Her whole group fell silent. Hermione took a deep breath, feeling the tingle of a migraine beginning above her left eye. Sighing heavily, she closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she saw a group of people just as tired and frustrated as she was.
"Look, everybody, I'm sorry for getting angry. It's just-this isn't the time for careless mistakes and bad attitudes. You should be trying harder at this then you've ever tried at anything your whole life. This isn't pass-fail. This is life or death."
Everyone nodded in agreement, even the whiny sixth year.
"So, let's try again, on the count of three-1-2-3!"
As her whole group tried the spell again, suddenly someone tapped her shoulder.
"Yes?" She spun around to face Anthony Goldstein.
"McGonagall said she needs to see you, me and Padma in the Entrance Hall right away." He told her quietly.
"All right." Hermione replied, turning to face her group.
"Everyone, listen up! I've got to go take care of something real quick, but just keep practicing this stunning spell, and I'll be right back."
Everyone nodded, and went back to practicing.
"What's up?" Hermione asked Anthony as they headed for the Entrance Hall.
"No idea. McGonagall just said it was urgent."
Hermione's brow furrowed in thought as they opened the doors to where McGonagall was already waiting with Padma and-
"Ron?" Hermione's voice came out strangely high-pitched.
"Hey, Hermione." Ron turned away from where he'd been talking to McGonagall to face Hermione with an indiscernible expression on his face.
"Mr. Weasley has been sent here by Dumbledore to inform us of an idea Dumbledore had. He remembered an old spellbook in his office that tells of ancient defenses available to Hogwarts if absolutely necessary. It's called Spells for Times of Trial. They're incredibly difficult to perform and highly dangerous, but they might be the only chance we have. I would ask you three to go retrieve the book and see if any of the spells look like something any of you could handle, with the teacher's help and supervision of course." McGonagall informed them.
"Highly dangerous?" Padma echoed faintly.
"This is no time for timidity, Miss Patil. We've got to do everything we can." McGonagall said rather sharply.
Padma nodded, still looking unsure.
"So if you three would go retrieve the book from the office, and bring it back to my classroom? Dismiss your students; they've done enough for today. And Mr. Weasley, thank you for informing us of this information. Tell Dumbledore we appreciate this greatly."
Ron nodded, looking at his feet.
McGonagall walked off quickly in the direction of her office, Padma and Anthony told Ron thanks, and walked off, talking in low voices.
Hermione and Ron were suddenly left very much alone together after almost a month apart.
"How'd you get here?" Hermione asked, trying to break the sudden palpable tension between them.
"Broom." Ron said simply.
"Oh."
"So, how are things back-" Ron began.
"If you don't kiss me in the next five seconds-" Hermione warned as she interrupted him, and before she could finish, Ron took a step towards her and Hermione met him halfway.
Their lips met with an almost bruising intensity. Hermione moaned slightly, her lips parting under his. She'd been dreaming about this ever since he'd left, and it was just as much of a rush as she remembered from the stormy night in the Common Room. She felt like this was the only person who could ever kiss her like this, who could ever make her feel this way.
Apparently, Ron agreed with her on that statement, because when they broke apart awhile later, he looked a slightly dazed.
"Blimey, Hermione." He said quietly, their foreheads leaning together still.
"Welcome back." She grinned.
"I'll say." Ron laughed.
They stood like that for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of being so close to each other again.
"You have to leave again, don't you?" Hermione whispered.
"Yeah." Ron said, sadly.
"Tell Harry hello for me." She said, sighing heavily.
"I can't promise I'll give him the same greeting you gave me." Ron smirked.
"Oh, Ron, bad mental places…" Hermione laughed.
Ron tucked a strand of her hair behind one ear, looking at her for a long moment.
"Please be careful…Harry told me about the attack on Hogwarts." He said quietly.
"I didn't want you to worry." Hermione explained.
"I know…look, Hermione, I'm really sorry but-"
"You have to go." She finished the sentence for him.
"Yes. You know I don't want to, but Shacklebolt, my legion general, said we were leaving our camp for a new location at 8:00 tonight, and it's already 6:00, and you wouldn't believe the flight to get back." Ron said this all very quickly as if she would get angry.
She reassured him this wasn't true by kissing him quickly, and handing him his broomstick.
"Go on then, Ron. And don't do anything stupid." She grinned, as he swung his bag over his shoulder.
Ron laughed, mounting his broomstick. Hermione watched him go, her heart twisting sadly again.
Just before he kicked off, he looked over his shoulder.
"I love you. I'll be back."
Hermione didn't even get a chance to reply before he rocketed off into the night sky, whooping as he did a flip in the air. Hermione smiled, feeling as if seeing him had been like breathing in fresh air. She felt suddenly like she could do anything they needed her to in the battle…whatever it takes to see the end of this war, she thought to herself. She was ready.
~*~
You're the bravest of hearts, you're the strongest of souls
You're my light in the dark, you're the place I call home
You can say it's all right, but I know that you're breaking up inside
I see it in your eyes
Even though you face the night afraid and alone
That's why I'll be there
~*~