The Perfect Couple
A piece of browning paper had been thrown into the tormenting flames. A once beautiful cloak of silvery material had been cut to shreds and its remains were scattered across the room. Mingled within the hurricane of mementos was a young woman no older than twenty with shimmering tears still fresh in her eyes. Everything strewn around her had been massacred...annihilated...ruined...by her own two hands. Everything had been his, but he hadn't been brave enough to take them with him when he left. As her thoughts drifted back to the day he left, a new wave of tears burst from the flood gates of her eyes.
*Flashback*
His suitcase was by the door, but neither of them said a word. They simply looked at each other longingly. She knew he had to go; he knew he had to go, but still, neither of them wanted him to go. Tears were all ready forming in her eyes by the time he was grabbing his coat from the coat rack. His hand was on the doorknob before she made a sound.
"Do you have to leave tonight?" She asked with a large amount of helplessness in her voice. He didn't reply with words, but he opened the door. A strong gust of wind blew up against the house at that very moment. Again she spoke, "It's a sign; you are supposed to stay."
He turned to look at her forlornly. "You know just as well as I do that I'd stay if I could. Please don't make this any harder for me." He walked over to her and cupped his hand under her chin. Her eyes bore into his. "The sooner you let me leave, the sooner I can be home."
She blinked back more tears. Her voice was harsh and unforgiving. "But what is home? Have you ever had a home? Don't you dare say that this is your home! If you leave right now, no one will be here when you get back."
He kissed her lightly on the lips as he turned back to the door. "I love you, darling."
Grabbing his bag, he shut the door behind him, and she broke down into heart wrenching sobs. She fell to the floor in a mangled pile. Suddenly, the door flew open, and he stood there with a grim expression on his face. He threw his suitcase onto the floor of the foyer. He pulled her up gently and held her in his arms for a few minutes. He kissed the top of her head delicately.
"I love you," echoed through their throats and in the room. He kissed each of her cheeks and then her lips. Whispering one last "I love you", he grabbed his bag once more and left the place he and she had called "home" for three years.
"I love you, too!" She shouted through the door, but he didn't return this time. The three words hung in the air for hours; all three hours that she stood looking at the door as she prayed he would burst through it at any second.
*End of Flashback*
Her cheeks were dry, but he mascara had turned the space underneath her eyes an unbecoming shade of black.
"That's right...I love you, Harry Potter." Hermione Granger whispered to no one as she surveyed the battlefield of his possessions around her. "You won again, Harry. You *still* make me cry, and you *still* win every fight we have, even if there aren't many of them." She started to pick up his Invisibility Cloak and the Marauders' Map. "Harry, you didn't have to go...Voldemort was dead; you killed him when we were only seventeen. You left for my protection from the Death Eaters, protection that would have been more efficient if I had been in your arms."
"Care to test that theory, my 'Mione?" A teasing voice that could only belong to her Harry called from the front hall.
She threw the ruined reminders of him on the ground and ran to the foyer. Her breath caught in her throat, but she pushed her voice to the surface. "Harry, you came back!"
Harry smiled. "You said nobody would be here when I got back, darling." He opened his arms and she gladly rushed into them.
"I'm a liar, and you're a heartbreaker. We're the perfect couple, Harry." Hermione said with a grin.
"I love you, 'Mione." Harry whispered into her hair.
"I love you, Harry. Don't leave me anymore." Hermione begged.
"Don't ruin my things anymore, and you have yourself a deal, darling." Harry laughed and Hermione giggled like the little girl she had once been. "Hermione?" He got down onto one knee slowly and took something out of his pocket. "You are the only person I've ever known who has loved me for who I am. Will you marry me...Hermione?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"Hermione? 'Mione, darling, wake up!" Harry said urgently into her ear.
Hermione sat up in her bed. She looked around the room. "'Mione, did you have a bad dream?" Harry asked worriedly. "You kept tearing the air to shreds and thrashing your arms everywhere."
Hermione smiled at her husband of four years. "No, Harry. I was dreaming about the night you came back. You know, the night you proposed?"
"Liar."
"Heartbreaker."
A/N: Okay, what did you think? I like my first short story A LOT better, but I've always been told that I should always "talk up" anything I do, instead of putting it down. So here it goes: Wasn't this THE BEST story you have ever read? ::coughYEAHRIGHTcough:: This is just a plot that I've had on my mind for about two weeks, and I was about to blow up if I didn't write it soon! If you want me to write something better for my next story, let me know in a review please! ::irresistible pout:: Ciao! -3- Brittany
A piece of browning paper had been thrown into the tormenting flames. A once beautiful cloak of silvery material had been cut to shreds and its remains were scattered across the room. Mingled within the hurricane of mementos was a young woman no older than twenty with shimmering tears still fresh in her eyes. Everything strewn around her had been massacred...annihilated...ruined...by her own two hands. Everything had been his, but he hadn't been brave enough to take them with him when he left. As her thoughts drifted back to the day he left, a new wave of tears burst from the flood gates of her eyes.
*Flashback*
His suitcase was by the door, but neither of them said a word. They simply looked at each other longingly. She knew he had to go; he knew he had to go, but still, neither of them wanted him to go. Tears were all ready forming in her eyes by the time he was grabbing his coat from the coat rack. His hand was on the doorknob before she made a sound.
"Do you have to leave tonight?" She asked with a large amount of helplessness in her voice. He didn't reply with words, but he opened the door. A strong gust of wind blew up against the house at that very moment. Again she spoke, "It's a sign; you are supposed to stay."
He turned to look at her forlornly. "You know just as well as I do that I'd stay if I could. Please don't make this any harder for me." He walked over to her and cupped his hand under her chin. Her eyes bore into his. "The sooner you let me leave, the sooner I can be home."
She blinked back more tears. Her voice was harsh and unforgiving. "But what is home? Have you ever had a home? Don't you dare say that this is your home! If you leave right now, no one will be here when you get back."
He kissed her lightly on the lips as he turned back to the door. "I love you, darling."
Grabbing his bag, he shut the door behind him, and she broke down into heart wrenching sobs. She fell to the floor in a mangled pile. Suddenly, the door flew open, and he stood there with a grim expression on his face. He threw his suitcase onto the floor of the foyer. He pulled her up gently and held her in his arms for a few minutes. He kissed the top of her head delicately.
"I love you," echoed through their throats and in the room. He kissed each of her cheeks and then her lips. Whispering one last "I love you", he grabbed his bag once more and left the place he and she had called "home" for three years.
"I love you, too!" She shouted through the door, but he didn't return this time. The three words hung in the air for hours; all three hours that she stood looking at the door as she prayed he would burst through it at any second.
*End of Flashback*
Her cheeks were dry, but he mascara had turned the space underneath her eyes an unbecoming shade of black.
"That's right...I love you, Harry Potter." Hermione Granger whispered to no one as she surveyed the battlefield of his possessions around her. "You won again, Harry. You *still* make me cry, and you *still* win every fight we have, even if there aren't many of them." She started to pick up his Invisibility Cloak and the Marauders' Map. "Harry, you didn't have to go...Voldemort was dead; you killed him when we were only seventeen. You left for my protection from the Death Eaters, protection that would have been more efficient if I had been in your arms."
"Care to test that theory, my 'Mione?" A teasing voice that could only belong to her Harry called from the front hall.
She threw the ruined reminders of him on the ground and ran to the foyer. Her breath caught in her throat, but she pushed her voice to the surface. "Harry, you came back!"
Harry smiled. "You said nobody would be here when I got back, darling." He opened his arms and she gladly rushed into them.
"I'm a liar, and you're a heartbreaker. We're the perfect couple, Harry." Hermione said with a grin.
"I love you, 'Mione." Harry whispered into her hair.
"I love you, Harry. Don't leave me anymore." Hermione begged.
"Don't ruin my things anymore, and you have yourself a deal, darling." Harry laughed and Hermione giggled like the little girl she had once been. "Hermione?" He got down onto one knee slowly and took something out of his pocket. "You are the only person I've ever known who has loved me for who I am. Will you marry me...Hermione?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"Hermione? 'Mione, darling, wake up!" Harry said urgently into her ear.
Hermione sat up in her bed. She looked around the room. "'Mione, did you have a bad dream?" Harry asked worriedly. "You kept tearing the air to shreds and thrashing your arms everywhere."
Hermione smiled at her husband of four years. "No, Harry. I was dreaming about the night you came back. You know, the night you proposed?"
"Liar."
"Heartbreaker."
A/N: Okay, what did you think? I like my first short story A LOT better, but I've always been told that I should always "talk up" anything I do, instead of putting it down. So here it goes: Wasn't this THE BEST story you have ever read? ::coughYEAHRIGHTcough:: This is just a plot that I've had on my mind for about two weeks, and I was about to blow up if I didn't write it soon! If you want me to write something better for my next story, let me know in a review please! ::irresistible pout:: Ciao! -3- Brittany
