Summary: Hermione graduated from Hogwarts 2 years ago and is now twenty. War rages on and she builds barriers around her heart.
Genre: Angst/Romance Rating: Mature/Lemon Warnings: This is very OOC. If you want the characters just the way they are in the book, stop now and click on the back button. This is also AU. If you do not like it, do not read it! Now for those who want to, enjoy!
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I Don't Believe In Love
Chapter Twenty-one: Dancing Under the Night
The school was running smoothly. The end of the war brought joy, but it also brought death along with it. I watched as things progress. I tried to interfere, but alas, it would have only made things worse. She was a strong woman, Hermione. At last, she found the rest she craved for. And Severus of course, he deserved the freedom after two wars. He never did live his life freely. He always looked behind him. Always wary, never letting his guard down. Hermione's parents had been devastated when they heard of their daughter's death. At least they still had each other. Hermione was special. Hers was a brilliant mind, ambition that would thwart any slytherin, loyalty beyond measure, and bravery, her greatest strength. She was quite sentimental, especially at night. They would sit together in the courtyard, and stare at the sky. Just sit, no groping, no snogging no nothing. They sat together, savoring the comfort. And until their last breath, they sat together, in each other's comfort. I never really knew what happened in the death eater meetings, but I do believe that they were both treated very well. Voldemort actually seemed as if he fell in love with Hermione. I suppose, it was his downfall. He let his mind be clouded by the little love he had in his heart. Love really is a complicated thing. A statue of Hermione and Severus, sits in the courtyard. It reminds everyone of the kind of people they truly are. Heroes. And every night, I come down again, and see them, dancing without music, under the stars, under the moon, and under their favorite, black sky. In my cat form, I see them, though they are now dead, I see them. The love in their eyes, the way they would cuddle. They danced. It was one of those unforgettable moments. When you see two people radiant. I see them under the night sky. I see them dance.
