Read this: I don't know where Ron is in this story. Since this is a Harry/Hermione story, I only put them in it. I didn't want Ron to look like a third wheel.

P.S. – HEY! If you dig this one, go read my other story, "Everything Is Just Roses" please!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Enjoy!

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White Sign

There they were. Harry stood holding Hermione's hand, looking down at the headstone in front of him. The physical proof that they were dead; not that he really needed any. He had placed two red roses atop it. Snow was falling gently all around them, decorating their shoulders, hats, and the ground beneath their feet.

In Loving Memory of James and Lily Potter

They bravely gave their lives to save their son Harry.

May they always be remembered.

Harry felt a pang of extreme grief inside his chest and he squeezed Hermione's hand. She squeezed it back. He then let go of it and knelt down. After touching the ground lightly with his gloved fingers, he settled himself down on the ground until he was laying on his side.

Hermione could see tears forming in her best friend's eyes and soon after they began to fall. She sat down next to him and stroked his cheek. His fingers closed around her wrist and he gave it a small tug to tell her to lie down next to him. Hermione hesitated at first, but after seeing Harry's sorrowful expression, she complied.

"Hermione…" Harry whispered, gripping her hand tightly as he had done moments before.

"Yes, Harry?"

"Do you think they know I'm here?"

"I'm sure they do."

Tears were now rushing down Harry's face. "I hope that I've made them proud of me."

"Harry," Hermione said looking right into Harry's tear-drowned eyes. "I can't think of a single soul on Earth who wouldn't be proud of you."

"It's funny," Harry began, a pained attempt at a smile crossing his face. "Even if I only spent the first year of my life with them, I remember them so well."

"That means that there was real love between you. Don't you remember what Si--" Hermione paused to see if she could continue. Harry didn't say anything and she took this as her cue. "—what Sirius said? 'Those who love us, never really leave us.' They've never left you, Harry. They have and always will live on in here." She touched the part of Harry's chest that was right over his heart.

"Thanks, Hermione," Harry replied, this time with a genuine smile. Hermione smiled, too. He then took her by surprised by leaning towards her and captured her mouth with his own. After a long while of pure bliss, they broke apart.

Harry got up and helped Hermione to her feet. As they walked away arm in arm, a single white feather fluttered down from the sky and landed soundlessly right in front of Harry. He bent down and picked it up. Gazing up at the sky, he realized Hermione was right.

"I love you, Hermione," he said as they walked on.

There was a silence.

"I love you, too, Harry."

FIN