A/N: Tee-hee! Did you like chapter 5? It was very long..I wrote some good extra stuff in there for those who love reading long chapters. I'm sorry if the battle seemed short and rushed but I really wanted to finish it and I didn't really care for writing it. Well, there's just 2 MORE chapters and then that's it for this story! Well, enjoy and please don't forget to read/review. :)
"His he ok?" she asked worried, thinking he wasn't going to make it.
"Yes dear. He's in the wing, lying down. He needs rest, he's been through a lot these past 24 hours." Madam Pomfrey said, holding up bottles and reading the labels.
"Can I go in and see him?"
She sighed, visitors could be very annoying sometimes.
"Alright dear. But just for a few minutes. He needs his rest!"
She allowed Hermione in, and she ran in towards him. She was near his bed, realizing his eyes were still closed. She sighed, and sat down on the side of his bed, making sure she wasn't on him. She held his hand in hers, his fingers slowly twining along with her. She noticed this, a flicker of hope passed her eyes. She leaned towards him, until they were mere inches apart. She stood there, studying his facial features. He looked very peaceful, and relaxed. She smiled, thanks to him the whole wizarding world was at peace. He did it, he killed Voldemort and we all survived. Of course many died along the way, but the numbers weren't as high as the minister of magic assumed. She continued to watch him, seeing the side of his mouth twitch. She smiled again, taking her finger and slowly tracing his lips. She stared in awe, drifting off in a peaceful day dream. She watched as his muscles that were tensed, soon relaxed and he moved slightly. She was there, looking at him as his eyes begun to open. She saw and pulled her hand away from his mouth, but he grab her hand gently and pulled her in. He kissed her, telling her he missed her and that she was the only reason he was alive. They parted, and he had his hand on her cheek.
"Hey there." he said, smiling.
"Hello Harry." She replied, smiling and kissing his cheek.
Harry sat up in his bed, Hermione moving so he had room to move. Once he was sitting up, he held on to Hermione as she scooted herself close enough to Harry so they could easily wrap their arms around one another. They sat there, smiling and looking deeply into each others eyes. No words were needed, tomorrow would be a brand new day. A day without having to fear the one we use to call Lord Voldemort, he was gone, and it was all thanks to Harry Potter.
"You did it, you defeated him!" she said.
"It was all thanks to you." He replied, leaning in to kiss her again.
This time however, she pulled her head back, and made a small gap between them.
"What's wrong?" he asked, already knowing the answer and fearing it.
"It's Ron…" she didn't finish. He had totally forgotten, she was still here and Ron had made it. Therefore Ron and her were to be married, right after the battle of Voldemort. Harry sighed in depression, no longer feeling happy of his victory. He arms fell down, hers doing the same.
"Your marrying him tomorrow aren't you?" he asked, hurt in every word.
"Yeah, I am." She whispered, feeling guilty about it.
They sat in the famous silence that always consumed them, at a loss for words. The negative thoughts ran through his head, wanting ways to have her for himself.
"Can you tell me exactly why you're marrying Ron?" he asked, looking away from her. His head turned away from her.
"I told you, because I love him-"
"But you said-"
"Let me finish!"
He stopped talking, still not looking at her, tears forming even before she started to talk.
"Ron in the beginning was a rude git. I think we all knew that. He was self-centered, all about himself, and he did everything he could to annoy me or someone else. He was the kind of person I hated, someone I knew I'd never spend the rest of my life with no matter what. Then there was you, boy you were different from Ron. In so many ways, and I liked that about you. When I first saw you on the train, I didn't for one second think of you as Harry Potter 'the boy who lived.' I thought of you as a brave person, who was gifted with a special power one knows not. You were special, and much nicer and welcoming than Ron that day. Then you two, you especially saved me from that troll. From that day forward, I knew you were my true friend. Then of course, Ron was the other friend. I did all I could to help you, sort of like pay back for saving me. Since that day, I've been with you, helping you find out useful and needed information. You know as a fact Ron didn't help well, he was too busy being himself and annoying. We've through a lot these past years Harry, and I just want you to know each and every day I knew there was something special about you. I didn't know what it was I felt about you, but it was there. It grew bigger and bigger every day. During our 3rd year, saving Sirius with you was absolutely wonderful. We worked together and connected on so many levels we didn't even know it. We were blinded; nonetheless, we were blinded by it by desperately trying to save your godfather. We did though didn't we? After that night we rode Buckbeak, I as lying in my bed thinking of what we did. I smiled, remembering how you saved me from poor Lupin as a werewolf. I was amazed at how much hand holding we did, sometimes it was just because we felt comfortable and safer that way. I started to think I liked you more than a friend because of that, but I quickly brushed it away. Then 4th year came, and that was fun. Of course Krum came along (she saw Harry twitch in annoyance at his name) and I realized he might have something for me. By this time, you had your eyes sat on Cho Chang. (He twitched in annoyance again) She was everything to you, and I found myself getting jealous when you were all about her. It broke my heart, I didn't know why. Then I brushed that away and said I was happy for you. Then you came in the common room that one night, saying you kissed her. I told you that you were a good kisser when you were unsure of it. You want to know why I said that? I was thinking about you, writing about how I had these 'feelings' fro you in a note to Krum. I heard you mention kissing and I randomly said you were a good kisser. I now know you are, but before I just somehow knew. Anyways, I'm probably boring you with all this. But we need to look back at these times, there here for us to cherish and remember for the rest of our lives. I'll never forget the look on you're face that night at the Yule Ball. You're jaw dropped just because you saw me in a dress and looking more girlish than usual. I saw you're face and I blushed. I was so happy, and I kept looking at you later that night. Whenever I could, I got away from Krum to get to you. I didn't know why I wanted to be around you so bad, it just felt right. Then 5th year came and Neville told me how you almost fainted when I hit in the Dept. of Magic. I didn't know I could do that to you, then that night as I was lying awake in the hospital wing, I realized my feelings for you. All those mixed feelings I had about you, were love. I loved you, ever since day one. We are, they many say, destined for each other. I sat there in the wing, waiting for you to come check on me, telling myself that I loved you. I was even going to tell you too, for I knew you had those feelings as well. I could tell, the way you protected me, and how we connected on levels no one else could. Then Ron came to mind. I recalled the way he was acting when I had Krum with me at the ball. I knew from that moment that he fancied me. That caused a problem, I didn't know completely if you even loved me the way I loved you. I thought about it all night, and decided to hold my confession for another day. Well, that year ended and then came our 6th year. I really hated this year, I was so different. I was so unlike myself just to get even with Ron. I wasn't there for you, and I not once noticed how I was disagreeing with you when I should've been right there next to you! Ron turned me into this girl I hated, someone who was trying to get her way by being something she's not. I guess I was so tired of not being like Lavender and everyone in this school took me for a brainy book nerd who was one of the guys for I was always with just you and Ron. So, I decided over the summer that I wanted to be more like a girl, like Lavender who does nothing but gossip, talk, laugh about stupid things, and snog all sorts of boys senseless. But that's not who I am. I wasn't like that inside, I didn't need to prove myself as a girl all along. For you knew that already, even without my Yule Ball dress."
She took a deep breath, holding back tears as she saw Harry sobbing, his body shake every once in awhile. She sighed, and continued talking.
"I told you to tell Cho that I was ugly and you came in saying something I didn't expect. You told me that you didn't think I was ugly and you were bemused about it. I laughed, not knowing whether to thank you and blush or what. It's funny, you are to this day the only person that was said to me that I'm pretty. Or at least said I wasn't ugly. After all this, I knew I loved you, I just didn't know how or when to tell you. I then decided I'd do it at the end of our 6th year, that way we could hang out and talk over the summer as being a couple. But Ginny came along, and suddenly out of the blue, you fancied her. Then was that kiss in the common room. It was so Hollywood like, that in a way it was sickening. I watched, my heart breaking as you wrapped her in your arms and you kissed her like she was about to leave you. All I could was smile at you in congratulations, inside I was crying. I never told you how I felt about you, it was too late. I waited for so long, then there was Ron again. I decided against my better judgment to try something with Ron. I was thinking I would like it, but as you heard I didn't like the new me trying to be like the normal Ron."
She stopped, hoping for him to say something. She sat there, praying for him to say something. She didn't even know if he was listening at all. She was dying to know what he was thinking and how he feels inside. She heard him sob again, and she sighed with tears of her own.
"This year however, Ron started to change. I saw a difference in him. His attitude was changing, he was being nicer than usual. He cared a lot more about me and other things more than before. I noticed all this and wondered if it was all for me. I continued to watch him, admiring him every day trying to be a better person. I then realized he was acting more like you! The way he talked, reacted to things and how much he cared. It was all similar to you, and that's why I loved him. Then you came along, telling me how you felt about me. Those feelings for you I pushed away to the bottom of my heart, to be buried and forgotten. You said you loved me, I was dumbfounded. I never knew you even loved me, then you add on that you did since year one! Why didn't you say this before? Ron would never even be a problem if you would've just confessed up years ago! But I knew all along, you were just as scared as I was. You had no idea if I loved you the way you loved me, so you pushed those feelings away. We both went out with other people, but it didn't last long. We don't need anyone else Harry. We only need each other. But Ron came first before you did, and he said eh loved me. Then he got down on his knee and asked me to marry him. What kind of friend would I be to doubt his feelings for you and say no right in his face? So I said yes telling myself, I love Ron! Always have, but I was wrong. I wanted you, I needed you. You needed me, but it was too late. We wanted to long Harry, now all we have left to look forward to is, saying goodbye. That's why I keep telling you, love is saying goodbye."
She quit talking, choking on her tears and crying whilst resting her head in her hands. Harry not once looked at her, but he heard every word she said. They hit him like thorns, punctuating his heart one by one. He had to look at her, she was crying and she had spilled her heart for him to hear and respond too. She had said quite a mouthful, but it made him understand here better. He was so confused by all her actions that finally she opened up and she made sense. Some things she didn't explain about Ron, he was dying to know. But he assumed that some things are better left unsaid. He looked up at her, watching her cry, hoping for a miracle. Harry pulled himself close to her and pulled her in his arms. He didn't hold on, but she continued to cry as he rested his head on her shoulder hoping for even a bigger miracle.
"This is killing me, I want it to stop."
Hermione stopped crying and looked up at him. His eyes were full of hurt, but forgiveness that told her she was to marry Ron tomorrow no matter what.
"You mean it?" she knew what she saw in his eyes. This was crazy, they couldn't do this to themselves anymore. It was tearing them apart, which both would never allow.
"Yes, do what you have to do."
She smiled, he forced his own smile and she kissed him passionately on the lips one last time before leaving. She was half way out when she stopped abruptly. She turned on the heel of her foot.
"I'm sure you already knew this but, Ron and I are getting married tomorrow. It'll take place at the Burrow. I expect you to be there for Ron wants you as his best man. He's forgiven you off all you two have been through."
"Really?"
"Yes, I had a nice long chat with him earlier." She smiled, watching Harry twitch a fake smile.
"I do expect you there tomorrow Harry, if you truly love me, you'll go feeling happy for both Ron and me."
With that, she turned away walking out of the wing. As for Harry, he sat there in his own world thinking of tomorrow and how he would be. He promised himself that he would be proud of Ron and Hermione, no matter what. Even if his heart broke with every step she took away from him, he would do nothing but watch. In the end he knew, she would run to him when the world around them was asleep, or busy all around. He wasn't sure if she would see him late at night everyday or even at all, but he knew she wouldn't live without him completely. They both knew it was impossible to be separated from one another. Then he thought of the worst, Hermione's too good of a person to take the chance on cheating on her husband. This hurt Harry, realizing all hope for her to come to him was gone. He laid back down, crying himself to sleep.
