My Heart Belongs To You…Again

Chapter Three: The Lily Potter in Him

She had never felt like this before. She was tired, yet wide-awake. She was calm, yet nervous. She was happy, yet angry. She was every emotion she could think of. And it was all because of him.

She had never worked so hard to save someone's life. There had been so many problems. She almost lost him several times. But she wouldn't let him leave. She was going to put up the fight of her life to save him. He wasn't leaving her again.

It had been nine days since he was brought in, and he was recovering fast. They were just waiting for him to wake up. They expected him to any day, so Hermione barely left his side. It wasn't very hard for her to be professionally with him. He was the man who defeated Voldemort. Everyone wanted him to get better. So he got very special treatment. Since she was one of the best healers, Hermione was assigned to take care of him.

It was emotionally hard. It nearly killed her every time she saw him. His emerald green eyes shut for who knows how long. He was right there. But he wasn't. He was somewhere else, and Hermione knew that. So she waited for him to come back and wake up.

She stayed day and night, going home every so often but just for a few hours. She didn't want him to wake up alone. And she wanted to be there when he did. She knew he would. It was Harry. If anyone could do anything, Harry could do it.

She sat in a chair by his bed and just stared at him. He really hadn't changed much since he was seventeen. He still had jet-black hair that was untamable. He still looked exactly like his father, even more since his eyes were closed. The one thing he got from his mother didn't show now. Hermione wanted to see the Lily Potter in him more than anything. She reached out to touch his hand, just to let him know she was there.

Suddenly, he squeezed her hand back. She held her breath and waited. He stirred a bit and shifted around. Then, very slowly, his beautiful emerald eyes opened again. He looked around the room a bit, squinting. He looked at Hermione and squinted extra hard. "Excuse me, but do you see my glasses anywhere?"

Hermione was so happy. He's awake! She couldn't do anything but stare at him. He waited just a minute. "Miss?"

She snapped back into reality. "Oh yes, I'm sorry." She grabbed his glasses off the nightstand next to his bed. "Welcome back Harry." She slid his glasses on so he could finally see. He looked at her and just froze. He just stared at her. "Her-Hermione?"

She smiled and nodded. "Yeah it's me. Do you remember anything that happened to you recently?"

"Um, yeah we went to a location where Death Eaters were supposedly hiding out. We found a group of them, and they put up a fight. Wait, how long have I been here?"

"Several Aurors were hurt, but you got it worst. You were brought in unconscious, and several healers worked on for many hours. We almost lost you a few times, but you hung in there. You've been in here for nine days."

He just stared at her again. "You-you took care of me?"

She suddenly got mad. "No, I let you die. Real fast there Harry."

"I didn't mean it that way. I just didn't know you were a healer."

"Yeah, well maybe you would have if you had contacted me! But no, I didn't get a single word from you for 3 and ½ years! You just shut me completely out of your life without an explanation! You just left me! Do you have any idea who much I've missed you? You were everything to me! And you just pushed me away! Wait what was it…'Just leave me the hell alone Hermione!' Do you remember that?"

She had tears stinging in her eyes. There was no way she was going to cry in front of him. She turned her back. She couldn't look at him. He was silent for a little while. Then he spoke really softly, almost in a whisper.

"I know I don't deserve this, but I'm going to ask anyways. Will you-listen to me? I know I have no right to ask you that, but I made a mistake 3 years, 5 months, 3 weeks, and 6 days ago that's haunted me that long. Please Hermione."

She froze. Did he really know the exact days and weeks? Had it really haunted him that long? She wanted to believe him but didn't know it she should. She slowly turned around and looked him straight in the eye. He was pleading, begging, hoping she would listen. He needed her to listen. And she saw it in his eyes. She slowly made her way over to him and sat in the chair again.

"I promised I'd always be there for you a long ago. I said always." She hesitated. "Ok Harry. I'll listen."