Hermione and Neville
Hermione went shopping after she had left Ron and Harry's.
"And why are we shopping?" Neville hugged Hermione from the back.
"Because, I want to look nice for our get together tonight." She smiled and went through the shirts on the rack in front of her.
"Get together? Hermione, this isn't a normal get together were we happily sip tea and eat cake and chit chat about nonsense that serves no importance. This is business, real business, heavy business about us, and if we are going to live or not." He let go of her and stood there silently.
Hermione stopped looking ath the shirts and looked at him.
"I know." She touched his face and sighed. "Who could have imagined how you would turn out, Neville Longbottom? So strong, and loving. So smart, and so ... just, wonderful. Who would have guessed that I would fall in love with you so quickly, as if a match made in Heaven? I would have never guessed and I cannot believe it. And who would have guessed I would never see my best friends again, to see their faces, their smiles..." She began to cry. "And the sound of their voices again. I want them to enjoy the old Hermione, but I want them to see a beautiful Hermione. That feels so great to say again. Hermione! HERMIONE!" She screamed.
The people in the store looked at her oddly. She began to cry full force. Neville grabbed her and kissed her passionatly, longingly.
"Hermione. It's great to say." He whispered.
"Say it... please, say my name again." She cried silently.
"Hermione, Hermione." He kissed her again.
They felt so much love for each other at that moment. They wanted each other more than anything. Such raw passion flowed within them, a lust, a calling. But they couldn't not there, not then, not in the perdiciment they were in. But they wanted to. Neville never felt this before, love. Strong love. Stronger than what he had felt for Carmilla. He hated that, he wanted to hurt himself for forgetting her, forgetting her love. But oh, how he loved her. More than life, she let him be free, he released her. She brought him back to the world he knew, she was his everything, he wanted to keep her forever. He would die for her.
"We can't do this now." Hermione looked away, out of breath.
"I know. I love you so much though, Hermione. Hermione Granger, I ... Neville Longbottom, love you."
Hermione looked at him, tears forming in her eyes again. Love. She felt it too. Amazing this feeling. How it surges through you like a thunderbolt. Melting your heart into the shape of that person you love, how it freezes to keep all others out and keep them in. Love. How it opened your mind to all the possiblities, to all the things you wanted to do and how with them you can do. How they make you feel immortal, immovable, break-proof. He made her limber, strong, he brought her back to a life she loved. He was her everything, she wanted to keep him forever. She would die for him.
"Neville, my God, Neville. I love you so much. I do, I do. I love you!" She held onto him as if for dear life. Never wanting to let go, he didn't want her to.
"If this really is going to be the end, I will stand by you. I will fight for you. Damn it! I will die for you. Your love means so fucking much to me, it's too much, it hurts. My heart is overflowing because you are so powerful, you make me strong. GOD! It's such an amazing feeling! I ... I don't even know what else to say, you leave me speechless."
Love, what a powerful thing.
Draco
Draco continued to walk around aimlessly. He actually found himself at the beach. The salty water hit his face, as if washing the sins and the hurt away. He took his shoes and socks off, not really a Draco thing to do, but he did. The sand inbetween his toes massaged him, loosing his body, letting him feel free.
He never felt this free feeling before. He loved it. Again, there is that word. He would love to be free. Free from all the resposiblities, and pain and drama. He didn't need it, he didn't want it. Love to be loved and to be someone else forever, not remembering this other life. Love. He would love to be, happy.
"Doesn't it just look great?" A voice asked from behind him, bringing him back down to earth.
"Huh?" He looked about himself. "You talking to me?"
"You are the only other person on the beach, seeing how it's winter." The man said.
"Well, than maybe I should leave and let you talk to yourself." Draco snorted and continued walking.
"Or you can walk with me." The man hinted.
"Excuse me, but are you hitting on me?" Draco stared at the man with a funny face.
"Not exactly. But, hey..." The man winked and laughed.
Draco found him to be very handsome.
"Well, I'll walk with you, but, I need a name." Draco said and walked on again.
"Oh, It's uh, N--Noel. Yeah, Noel." He said.
"Don't sound so sure of yourself, uh, N-Noel." He laughed.
Noel laughed along side him. "So, uh, what is your name?" He asked.
"Oh, I'm Phil." Draco lied.
"Oh... OH! I can't believe it, I am like, slow. Your Phil Magus!" He laughed and put his hand out. "Good to meet you, sir."
Draco took his hand and shook it.
"You don't have to be all modest-like with me now that you know who I am." Draco sighed.
"Sorry. Is that something wrong?" Noel asked.
"No, no. Anyway, I barely know you, it's none of your concern." Draco kicked a rock into the frigid waters.
"Oh, I am sorry. Of course your right." He walked around to the other side of Draco. "Are, uh, you busy tonight?"
Draco looked at him stunned, yet intrigued and Noel saw it.
"As a matter of fact I am. But you will have to excuse my presence, I cannot return home for the time being to change, or... shower."
"Oh, that's no problem. Hey, if you want, you can come to my place and freshen up." Noel opened his eyes. "I'm sorry, that was just, very foward."
"No, no. I am glad you offered, might as well take advantage of you now, and who knows, a little bit more later." He winked and laughed and continued to walk along the beach leaving Noel a ways behind.
"Yes, you do that, Draco."
Harry and Ron
The two men laid in the bed side by side. Harry sat up, Ron rubbed Harry's back staring at the ceiling. They sat there for quite some time in silence.
"Ron, I've been thinking." Harry broke the silence.
"What about?" Ron put his hands behind his head and stared at the back of Harry's.
"About us. Well, more of how we are suppose to survive like. I mean, we should get jobs and buy an apartment, somewhere nice." He looked at Ron with big eyes.
"Jobs? Apartment?" Ron looked at him dumbly.
"Yeah! I mean, don't you think we deserve to be happy now? I mean, all these years right under each others noses and now we've found each other again we should be happy again." Harry laid back down, his head on Ron's strong chest.
Ron thought about this for a minute. No more scavaging for lovers to abuse, no more fake loves. Maybe this was a good thing.
"Maybe this is a good thing, Harry. Maybe I can clean myself up." Ron smiled at him.
"I can also. Imagine!" Harry laughed. "We can be clean and sophisticated and have nice things!" Harry shot up once again.
"O.K., now, Harry. Don't get a fat head. We're are just at the beginning, you know how hard this will be." Ron sat next to him.
"I know, I know." Harry looked sad again.
"But with each others love we can do it. We can clean up, and we can also defeat these death eaters! With Hermione's love, and Neville's love..." Ron didn't want to go on.
"Does Draco even know love?" Harry crossed his arms.
"I don't know."
There was a long silence.
"Never the less, Harry! We can do this! I can do this for you, I really want it, you really want it!"
Harry beamed and kissed Ron deeply. There is this Love again. They gave each other the will and the stregnth to want to do this. Never would they have thought they can clean up. They haven't yet, but they knew they could with each other. Love. So strong, it was everything to them. They knew they could use their love to do anything!
"I love you so much, Ronald Weasley." Harry held Ron's face so close, so gently.
"I love you with all my heart, Harry Potter. Oh, but how I love you." Ron kissed Harry's face.
Love, it can spark the littlest part of your heart and turn to be something big!