A/N: Please please please please review!!
Disclaimer: the only thing that is mine is the plot.
Chapter 2: The Aftermath
The day after the final battle, Hermione sat in her apartment. She hadn't gotten any sleep last night. She had cried all night long for the people who had died. She had cried for Ron, Ginny, Lavender, Parvati, Dean, Seamus, Tonks, Moody, and even Professor Snape. But most of all, she had cried for Harry. She felt his absence all around her. He had recently moved in with her and every time she walked into the bathroom and saw his toothbrush or his hairbrush, she broke down crying. When she went into his bedroom she saw his dress robes laid out on the bed, all ready for the date they were supposed to have had last night, before they were unexpectedly sent to the battle, not knowing that he would never again wear them.
Later in the day, she was visited by fellow members of the Order of the Phoenix who came and cried with her. She sat down with Lupin for a while and talked. As he sat down on the couch next to her, she noticed the tired, worn look in his eyes, and the gray streaked throughout his hair.
"I'm sorry it ended this way Hermione," he said sadly. "If I could have, I would have gladly taken Harry's place." At the mention of her fiancée, she began to cry harder. She nodded. "I know that you and Draco weren't the best of friends (Hermione snorted at this.) but I just want you to know that he is in St.Mungo's and is doing fine and should be out today. Hermione nodded again. Why couldn't it be Harry who was recovering in the hospital? She thought, why did Harry have to be the one to die? If anyone deserved to live it was him. After all he had been through in his life.
"We have decided to hold the funeral for those who died in four days. I know it may be hard, but we wanted you and Draco to write a sort of memoir for the people who died. You knew most of them best. Just think about it." Hemione nodded again. She didn't trust herself to speak. She knew that she would start bawling if she opened her mouth. "Well, I guess I better go," Lupin said getting up. As Hermione stood up too, he reached over and gave her a hug. "I really am sorry Hermione." He whispered in her ear. She couldn't take it anymore. She sobbed into Lupin's shoulder.
"Why Harry?" She cried. "Why did he have to die?"
"Ssh Hermione it's going to be okay." He sat back down on the couch with Hermione sobbing into his shoulder. She ended up crying herself to sleep.
When Hermione awoke, it was the next morning. Lupin must have brought me to bed, she though. Then she thought about what he had said about everything going to be okay. How could it be okay, she though angrily, Harry is dead. The one that she had loved since she was 13 years old and who had finally noticed her in their 7th year was dead.
**FLASHBACK**
Hermione was sitting in the library, her normal after dinner hangout, when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around startled and was relieved to see just Harry sitting there smiling at her.
"oh, Harry, it's just you."
"Sorry if I scared you," he chuckled. "I need to talk to you and I figured you'd be here."
"Is something wrong? Harry what...?"
"Nothing is wrong Hermione, calm down." He sat down next to her. Wow, she thought, he sure has grown. He's so cute. She looked straight into is startling green eyes. "Hermione," he began, "I know you have a crush on me." She looked down at her feet and felt her face getting hot. He put his finger under her chin and lifted her head up. She felt giddy at his touch.
"Who told you?" she asked sheepishly.
"Ginny." He smiled. Hermione made a mental note to strangle Ginny, next time she saw her. "But I'm glad she did. I would have never gotten the nerve to ask you out if I hadn't known that you'd say yes." She looked at him questioningly. "Hermione, I feel the same way." I have since third year. I just never said anything because I thought you liked Ron." She gave him a look of disgust and he smiled. "I know beter now. Hermione Granger, I think I love you." As he said this he was slowly leaning in closer and loser to Hermione's face. As their lips met, Hermione felt a chill down her spine.
"I love you too, Harry."
** END OF FLASHBACK**
A/N: okay , okay, I know that was a little corny, but I couldn't think of anything else. PLEASE R/R!!!! Hannah
Disclaimer: the only thing that is mine is the plot.
Chapter 2: The Aftermath
The day after the final battle, Hermione sat in her apartment. She hadn't gotten any sleep last night. She had cried all night long for the people who had died. She had cried for Ron, Ginny, Lavender, Parvati, Dean, Seamus, Tonks, Moody, and even Professor Snape. But most of all, she had cried for Harry. She felt his absence all around her. He had recently moved in with her and every time she walked into the bathroom and saw his toothbrush or his hairbrush, she broke down crying. When she went into his bedroom she saw his dress robes laid out on the bed, all ready for the date they were supposed to have had last night, before they were unexpectedly sent to the battle, not knowing that he would never again wear them.
Later in the day, she was visited by fellow members of the Order of the Phoenix who came and cried with her. She sat down with Lupin for a while and talked. As he sat down on the couch next to her, she noticed the tired, worn look in his eyes, and the gray streaked throughout his hair.
"I'm sorry it ended this way Hermione," he said sadly. "If I could have, I would have gladly taken Harry's place." At the mention of her fiancée, she began to cry harder. She nodded. "I know that you and Draco weren't the best of friends (Hermione snorted at this.) but I just want you to know that he is in St.Mungo's and is doing fine and should be out today. Hermione nodded again. Why couldn't it be Harry who was recovering in the hospital? She thought, why did Harry have to be the one to die? If anyone deserved to live it was him. After all he had been through in his life.
"We have decided to hold the funeral for those who died in four days. I know it may be hard, but we wanted you and Draco to write a sort of memoir for the people who died. You knew most of them best. Just think about it." Hemione nodded again. She didn't trust herself to speak. She knew that she would start bawling if she opened her mouth. "Well, I guess I better go," Lupin said getting up. As Hermione stood up too, he reached over and gave her a hug. "I really am sorry Hermione." He whispered in her ear. She couldn't take it anymore. She sobbed into Lupin's shoulder.
"Why Harry?" She cried. "Why did he have to die?"
"Ssh Hermione it's going to be okay." He sat back down on the couch with Hermione sobbing into his shoulder. She ended up crying herself to sleep.
When Hermione awoke, it was the next morning. Lupin must have brought me to bed, she though. Then she thought about what he had said about everything going to be okay. How could it be okay, she though angrily, Harry is dead. The one that she had loved since she was 13 years old and who had finally noticed her in their 7th year was dead.
**FLASHBACK**
Hermione was sitting in the library, her normal after dinner hangout, when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around startled and was relieved to see just Harry sitting there smiling at her.
"oh, Harry, it's just you."
"Sorry if I scared you," he chuckled. "I need to talk to you and I figured you'd be here."
"Is something wrong? Harry what...?"
"Nothing is wrong Hermione, calm down." He sat down next to her. Wow, she thought, he sure has grown. He's so cute. She looked straight into is startling green eyes. "Hermione," he began, "I know you have a crush on me." She looked down at her feet and felt her face getting hot. He put his finger under her chin and lifted her head up. She felt giddy at his touch.
"Who told you?" she asked sheepishly.
"Ginny." He smiled. Hermione made a mental note to strangle Ginny, next time she saw her. "But I'm glad she did. I would have never gotten the nerve to ask you out if I hadn't known that you'd say yes." She looked at him questioningly. "Hermione, I feel the same way." I have since third year. I just never said anything because I thought you liked Ron." She gave him a look of disgust and he smiled. "I know beter now. Hermione Granger, I think I love you." As he said this he was slowly leaning in closer and loser to Hermione's face. As their lips met, Hermione felt a chill down her spine.
"I love you too, Harry."
** END OF FLASHBACK**
A/N: okay , okay, I know that was a little corny, but I couldn't think of anything else. PLEASE R/R!!!! Hannah