On His Side
By Asianhomiequeen101
Chapter 2: Harry's perspective and meeting again
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and never will.
Harry opened his eyes. He heard everything. The entire confession that made him to summon up his Gryfindor courage and speak to her. Yet at the time he couldn't, it was as though someone had stunned him even though he was a coward.
Why had I not stopped her, he thought. Because you love her, his conscience answered. You love her more then life itself. You respect her decision so much that you can't bring up the fact that you are also losing her.
That was true. He no longer had any feelings for Ginny anymore. Only feelings as if it was sisterly. Yet for Hermione, his feelings had developed over the years. Of course, he wished to say it was love at first sight, but it was not. Hermione is not the typical person someone would fall in love with.
But then again, Harry was not attracted to a dimwitted blond whose purpose in life was to get Harry Potter because of his fame and fortune. No he wanted someone he would love forever and beyond. He wanted a sole mate. Harry did not know when he fell in love with her he just did. Moreover, as soon as he got out of the hospital, he would find her.
Even if it took all eternity, he would look for her. It was no longer a time to ponder on regrets and inconvenient timing. He was a Gryfindor after all. Once a Gryfindor, always a Gryfindor.
Eight years later
During the last eight years Hermione had been traveling. Helping the world with all there troubles. War, Poverty, and Disease. She could not believe what the muggle terriost did on 9/11, the effects of the late 2004 tsunami that killed thousands, and Hurricane Katrina who has shown that American was not prepared for the magnitude of a natural disaster. Sure, she missed her family and friends. Nevertheless, she could not go back, not after her leaving trying to escape the aftereffects of the war.
Her mother and father were still dentist, even though they were now nearing the age of muggle retirement. Its funny how even though they were quite well off in money that they still go to work because of their enjoyment of it. Most of their customers have known each other for twenty or more years or so. The adults at least. Many had been going to them since the were children. It was how she was raised and her parents were raised, love your jobs and stick to your dreams.
It had been eight long years, she thought. The war seemed ages ago, friend's faces and names are now a blur to her. The war caused everyone to lose there innocence. They grew up far too quickly. With the uncertainty, no one knew who was going to survive and who was not. The horrors of the past had still stayed with her from the Final Battle. It took nearly forever to fine and destroys the Horocuxes alone and even now; Hermione still had nightmares of the final battle, in which many of her classmates died.
Harry, she thought a lot about him lately.
Everywhere she went, he was there. Not that she saw him, she felt him. It was the knack to thing after knowing each other for 15 years. She knew he was probably under a disguise of some sort. Maybe it was polyjuice, and different types of spells. It was also one of the reasons why she did not stay at one place more than a month or two. Not that it mattered. She was just so use to it. Presently she was in the middle of Africa help promote the awareness of AIDS/HIV and the treatment of it.
Even now living fifteen years as a witch, she still had some muggle habits of her childhood with her. It was the little things that seem like a chore to other witches or wizards but it was a part of her everyday life. Hermione was never a lazy person nor will she ever will be.
It was now dusk, she was just finishing packing up her precious and few belongings to leave and go to help with the Myanmar civil war to help ensure clean hospitals. Just as she was about to leave her cabin she heard an unmistakable voice yell her name.
"Hermione!" he yelled. "Don't leave. Please."
She could hear him running towards her. Hermione did not have the heart too leave, not after leaving once. She could never refuse him, never.
"Please don't leave," he begged. "I've been looking all over for you. I love you."
Hermione looked up into his eyes. Harry's beautiful emerald green eyes have accentuated over the years. She did not have to answer him. Hermione went up and hugged Harry, knowingly the question was silently answered.
"I love you too," she says quietly with her brown eyes shinning of pure passion and devotion.
She was finally glad that she stayed on his side.
The end.
A/N
If I get many reviews maybe I will write a sequel. Maybe. If I'm in the mood.
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