(A/n: wow, I didn't think I would ever write a second chapter to this, but somehow I find myself here. That's right, Sam, I found a little inspiration. OH and I realized I kept in the Tom thing… see I wrote it as Ginny POV in the beginning, but then I realized, wait, that sounds like Herm, but I guess I missed that correction, so yeah ignore that!)

DISCLAMERS:

-I do not own the Harry Potter characters or imaginary places. They are owned and created by J.K. Rowling, published by Scholastic Books Inc, Bloomsbury Books Inc, Raincoat Books Inc, Warner Brothers Inc, and others. No money is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.

-Oh, and the song (in italics) is called "Such Great Heights" by Iron and Wine, but I am unaware of its producers.

WARNINGS: femmeslash, war-time

I Believe in Her: Chapter 2

The confidence and courage I had earlier went with my words. I let her through an emotional wall I've not let people pass through for a long time. Also, there is something different now. It's okay to be myself. I didn't even have to try and seduce her. I don't think so anyway. There is also this vulnerable feeling I get when I'm naked, which is another reason why I've not gotten naked with anyone else before her.

Well, actually I have. So I lied, but thing is they weren't worth the things they did to me, so they don't count. Hermione is the only person who has made me feel loved and safe. Tom raped me, which any fool could have guessed, but it was never mentioned in the Daily Prophet. Part of me is glad, because I didn't want people thinking I was potentially knocked up or something. And then there was that thing with Fleur. She was a terrible person. She did end up switching to the dark side after I told her that I refused to let her abuse me anymore. She and I didn't really have sex; she just kind of clawed me and slapped me around.

Now isn't the time to think about those things though, because I am happy. This is the first time I have been happy in a long time. I have the woman I've longed for curled into me. Her naked body fits perfectly next to mine, like we are made just for each other.

Her skin is so warm and soft. I never want to leave this warm heaven. At the same time I know that we can't stay here. We are never safe. It's growing tiresome, this war. By the time we find Voldemort, the world won't be worth saving. It will fall to pieces and rain shards of what it used to be.

I know that it's silly for me to get so worked up about leaving her when dawn breaks, because this is how it has to be. She's a big girl and can take care of herself. As a matter of fact, sometimes it's like she takes care of me, especially when we were kids. She would always bandage and heal my minor Quiddich injuries, and she held me when I cried. Honestly, I don't know how I survive without her. She makes me feel whole. She also makes me feel a little bit crazy, but in a good way.

I've missed her so much during these months. Finally I got the guts to show up here. I put on quite a performance to make sure she really was interested. It was unnessicery, but I felt somewhat inclined.

I want this feeling forever, the intense comfort of her warmth. It is overwhelming, the good kind of overwhelming. I don't know how long I can last without this feeling. I don't know when I will see her next, or if I will find her, but I do intend to try.

Nothing could ever feel so right. I know I should sleep, but I cannot deny myself this pleasure. It's so pure and so simple. I can tell she is having a hard time sleeping. I noticed when she answered the door. Her brown are eyes dark and deep, from the sight of death, destruction, and hate. She has dark circles like me, from many sleepless nights, from fear for her life. Her body is still full and curved to perfection, and she is still lacking in her chest, but it's never really bothered me. Now I know her breasts are fantastic, no matter the size.

She is beautiful. She always has been, regardless of what people thought in school. They were all jealous of her. She is such a clever witch, the cleverest in the school while she attended. I cannot count the times I have thought about her this way and tried to tell her, but my words always seemed to fail me. I feel so silly now.

One day I know I will have her. We will love each other. We're going to take care of each other when this bloody war is done and over. Damn Voldemort. Damn Harry for not fulfilling the prophecy sooner. When I think about it, without the war I am not sure if this would have happened at all. I hope, when this is over and done with, she'll find me. I know I'll do my best to find her.

Everything has changed. I think I know what she wants, but I still don't know. The way she laces her fingers with mine could be very tell tale, but I'm just trying to enjoy it while I can. I can hear the birds signaling the sunrise. It will be light in a matter of minutes.

"Ginny," she mumbles quietly and turns over. Her dark eyes are staring into me. She smiles a weak smile, showing her still perfect teeth. Her hands caress my face and she kisses me tenderly. "Baby," she murmurs, "we have to get dressed, it's almost daybreak."

"Hermione, I don't want to get out of bed," I whisper in a somewhat whiny tone. I know better than that. The enemy could be coming at any time.

"I'm getting out of bed and dressing by myself then," she says. I suppose it would be pointless to lay here without her. Besides, she's right. She's always right. "If you stay you could get killed, and I don't think I could handle that."

"You're right. I'm getting up. I was planning on it," I sit up, the blankets slipping from my breasts. Suddenly a wave of self-consciousness washes over me. I honestly don't know where all the supposed Gryffindor courage goes. If she was ever modest, it's not apparent now. I watch her stand and cross the room, naked, searching for her clothes. I cover myself.

I take note of her slightly protruding ribs and hips, the bruises and scars that litter her delicate, pale, porcelain skin. She looks so fragile. I need to hold her and make sure she cant break in my absence. I stand; my apprehensions about my appearance fade. I recall her telling me I was beautiful, so why was I worrying how I look? Besides, it's more important for me to embrace her, one last time. She shudders when I press my body against her, but relaxes in my arms.

"Hermione," I whisper in her ear, just as I did last night. "I'm never going to forget this. And when this is over, I'm going to find you."

She faces me and wipes the tears from her face. "I love you," she says and then sobs lightly into my shoulder.

"I love you too." We stand, embracing each other, reveling in the warmth of the other, before we must venture into the dark world, one last time before we fight a war that we've already lost. I know I'll find her, even in death.

I am thinking it's a sign
That the freckles in our eyes
Are mirror images and
When we kiss they're perfectly aligned

And I have to speculate
That God himself did make us into
Corresponding shapes like puzzles pieces
From the clay

True, it may seem like a stretch
But it's thoughts like this
That catch my troubled head
When you're away, when I am missing you to death

When you were out there on the road

For several weeks of shows
And when you scan the radio
I hope this song will guide you home


They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now," but we'll stay

I've tried my best to leave
This all on your machine
But the persistent beat
Sounded thin upon listening

And that simply will not fly
You will hear the shrillest highs
And lowest lows with the windows down
When this is guiding you home

They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now," but we'll say

(A/n: Alright, let me know what you think. Oh and you should download that song, because it's beautiful. It makes me want to cry whenever I hear it, and crying isn't something that I do.)