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Chapter 20- It's not Fair

Hermione sighed as they broke apart for air "Wow" she said smiling, leaning closer to him, on instinct

Harry wrapped his arms around her tightly, letting his hand gently stroke her back. He hoped she was

truly happy with him. Granted it would hurt like hell to lose her, but to have her commit to a future

she wasn't sure she wanted would kill him.

He loved her with all his being. There wasn't a moment she didn't plague his mind, he couldn't

even do his work properly. The only time he felt fear; real fear was when he thought of her in harm.

she gave him the strength he needed to face Voldemort. Losing his parents and godfather took a great

deal of time to overcome. Hermione never let him feel alone. She helped him fill the missing pieces

of his life, allowing him to trust in people. She was the reason he was the boy who lived.

Closing his eyes he thought back on the first time he and Ron met her. Flashback "So its true, your

Harry Potter" a bushy haired girl asked quite serious. Harry not quite knowing what to say, looked

at his new friend Ron and nodded at her. "Hermione Granger, pleasure to meet you" she extended her

hand for Harry to shake. "And you are?" she asked Ron as if she just noticed his presence. Ron rolled

his eyes "Ronald Weasley" he said out of pure offense. Harry smiled as the memory came and went,

Oh yeah the first time he ever met her both he and Ron were convinced she was mental.

Hermione moved when Harry softly chuckled "What is so funny" she asked "Nothing" he said as he

pretended to be interested in something on the lake. "Funny Potter, what was with the laugh?"

grinning he laughed again "I was just thinking about the first time I met you" he said "No!" she

groaned with a smile "I was a pest back then" "Not to mention a great friend" he added. Both of them

continued to chuckle softly as they recalled past memories. Hermione closed her eyes as they sat by

tree near the lake "You tired Mione?" Harry asked her. Hermione said, "Not really and then she

yawned, which made both of them laugh. "Maybe a little," she conceded.

Hermione shifted her weight, trying to nestle herself even closer, and he felt the sharp heel of her

shoe brush across his ankle, soft enough to feel like a caress. He kissed the top of her head, it was

beginning to get dark outside. They should be heading in now "Mione" he said nudging her softly.

No response, looking down at her he smiled, she was sleeping. He sat there watching her peaceful

form as he leaned back against the tree. The hell with going inside, he could stay like this forever.

Harry watched a couple walking on the far side of the lake laughing together. As they made their way

around to his side he noticed it was Alice and Frank. His heart went out to Neville. He wished he

was the one to witness the happiness of his parents, not him. Voldemort had taken so much from a lot

of people. Looking down at Hermione he sighed, he didn't know what he would do if she died.

He had to admit he hated being the savior, why did he have to be the one everyone depended on.

in order to assure the future he had to gamble with his. At times he wanted to just take Hermione

and disappear. But Eventually fate would catch up with him and the prophecy would be full-filled.

Harry decided along time ago, when he first learned of the prophecy that he wouldn't worry about

what could happen, only what needed to be done. One thing was for certain, Voldemort and him

would meet one day soon and Harry had no plans of dying. Hermione stirred a little snapping Harry

out of his thoughts. "You seemed troubled" she asked sleepily "Everything okay?" Harry forced a

smile on his face "Never better" he said. Changing the subject quickly he lifted her up "It's almost

dark, we should get going". Helping her up from the ground, he kissed her softly on her cheek

earning him a sleepy smile. He couldn't tell her what was on really on his mind, the last thing he

Wanted was for her to worry about his safety.

They held hands as the made their way across the lake, Harry knew when the time came, he would be

ready, He was going to defeat him once and for all. For the wizards and witches, for his parents cruel

death as well as his godfather. Hermione would surely be the next victim and that was not an option.

Entering the castle, Harry wondered what his parents were doing; he wondered if they were happy

With the way he turned out. Did they know they were dead? With a soft sigh he doubted it.

Dumbledore would make sure of that, for a quick second jealousy flickered through him. It wasn't fair

Ron was running around with his parents. Eating with them, just the simple fact of hearing their voices

drove Harry crazy with envy. They were his mum and dad and his best friend was doing everything he

never had the chance to do. Harry knew it was wrong to be angry with Ron; after all it wasn't his fault

he never knew his parents. Sighing he climbed the stairs leading to Gryffindor tower, he needed to

calm down and stop thinking about these things. They were getting the best of him and he knew it.

Hermione could tell something was wrong with Harry, even if he didn't want to tell her. She had been

listening to him sigh since they left the lake and on occasion he had griped her hand a little to hard.

"What is the matter?" she asked wincing, he had just squeezed her hand again. "Nothing" he said still

looking straight ahead "Then why are you hurting my hand?" Harry stopped and let go of her hand,

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize" Reaching the portrait she said the password and they walked in.

Hermione walked towards the girl's dorm "I'm going to bed" she called to him. Nodding his

head, he gave her a light kiss on her cheek "Sleep well love, I'm just going to sit here for a bit"

she smiled before returning the kiss "Try not to stay up long" she spoke softly and she parted from

him with much reluctance, she knew better than to question him when he got like this, so she would

let him be alone for now. Reaching the top of the stairs she quietly turned to glance at him,

Harry sat in front of the fireplace the flames burning their reflection in the lens of his glasses.

sighing she turned the corner leaving him alone. Tomorrow he would talk whether he like it or not.

Well there you have it folks chapter 20, I know it's not great but I needed a filler chapter before I

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