Title: Save me

Written by: Angel-Of-lightness

Summery: I'm lost, I'm not me anymore, Hermione needs help.

Chapter two

I awoke with a jolt, the world is blurry- and I suddenly realise the absence of the warm weight beside me. I sit up and promptly fall out of bed. I frown and my head jerks to the side, as a soft laugh reaches my ear.

"You're cute when you're confused"

I smirk "So do you"

"And exactly how many times have you seen me confused?" She laughs.

I consider this, in all of the years that I've known her- I've hardly saw her confused. She always looked so sure of herself- in her anger, upset, happiness, depression she always looked like she knew what she was doing.

"How long have you been awake?" I ask- she doesn't answer- and I know.

"You haven't been asleep at all have you?" I frown.

I see her blurry figure shake her head. I sigh. I've tried to hard to make her happy, help her forget her troubles...I suddenly remember how I confronted her about it first time round.

"What's going on Hermione? I never see you eat anymore, god, I never even see you anymore!" Harry looked downwards, his tears leaving marks on the carpet of the Library.

"Nothing, Harry." She answered sadly "It's nothing"

"Don't give me that Bullshit!"

Hermione flinched, and quickly turned her head to the side. "Harry, please. Leave me in peace"

"You know I won't do that" He said, kneeling at her side.

"I know you won't, But I'm asking you. Please?"

He shook his head, "Don't push me away, and don't close me out"

"Why?" She snapped "You do it, how many times have I cried over you, the way you push me out, lock a door on me. Hide yourself a way"

"I..." He stammered.

"Exactly Harry" She pushed herself out of her seat, and stumbled, her legs shaky and weak.

"I never made myself Ill" He said more confidently.

She gritted her teeth. "I'm not Ill"

He sighed "Look at you Hermione, thin, pale. I've watched you in moaning myrtles bathroom"

"You watched me?!" She stood on her own feet this time.

"Yes" He stepped closer to her. "I watched you put your fingers down your throat, watched you cry. Then watched you stop eating all together" He wiped at his eyes.

"You saw all that, Huh? Hermione leaned against the bookcase.

The setting sun flooded the room with a purple-red light, making Hermione's unshed tears glint in her eye's, and Harry's own shed tears flash.

"You can't hide it anymore"

"No-one else has noticed" She snapped.

"That's true, but I have. And you're hurting I don't want you to hurt"

"I don't hurt"

"Stop denying it!"

"I'm not!"

Harry's lips set into a firm line, and in one fast movement he pulled her sleeve up her arm. Cuts and Scars covered her skin, along with dry blood.

"That means you're hurting" Hermione shut her eyes tight and lifted them to the ceiling.

"I can't help it" She whispered

Harry placed his arms around her; she rested her head on his shoulder.

"I know" He answered quietly. "That's why I'm going to help"

"I want to stop, I do. I can't"

He pulled away from her, and placed his hand on her cheek.

She felt faint; her head rang, and ran in circles. A buzzing insisted in her ears. Black dots swam in her vision. And she fell.

Harry ran in to catch her; he shifted her weight into his lap, her head lolled scarily.

He began to cry into her shoulder.

"Why Hermione, why?"

He carefully laid her down. Then stood on his own shaky legs.

He stood before her, and hoisted her up into his arms.

I took her to her bed that day, and looked after her for a day. It was the start of a string of events.

"Harry?!"

I blink back to the present; Hermione is leaning in front of me

"Do you want your glasses back or not?"

I laugh quietly and place them over my eyes. The world comes into sharp focus. I look at Hermione, my Hermione. She looks tired, old and worn. There is still sadness lingering in her eyes, something I will never be able to erase. A war and people can do that to a person. I blanch as I see the fresh blood soaking her robes.

"No, no, no, no, no- Hermione, Why?"

She looks at her arms guilty, "It helps me Harry"

"I should be the one who helps you!"

"You do, believe me Harry, you do! When my Parents dies you were the only one there, even Ron deserted me. You stayed by me. I love you for that"

I can't keep the sadness from my voice "I asked you to stop"

"And I'm trying Harry! Its become less and less frequent now!"

"It's my fault, I didn't help you enough- I was always too late"

"No, you can't be there all the time; you have a job to do!"

"I should be able to do both" I whisper angrily.

"Nobody can be in two places at once" She smiles.

I quickly recall the time turner "I find that Hard to believe?"

She smiles wider, and runs her hand over my cheek, then settles herself into my lap.

I wrap my arms around her, and take in the scent of her.

"I promise I'll be here forever" I take her hands in mine, and she sighs sadly.

"I hope that's true Harry"

And I do to. I want to survive Voldermort for her, and I'm determined to- But it's a promise I can't really make, she knows that.

"Do you remember when Voldermort took me?"

I shudder, of course I do.

"How did you feel?"

I thought for a minute "I felt like the world was ending, and I felt angry. I wanted to kill him"

"What about when you found me?"

"Relief, I felt lucky to ever hug you again. But you were taken away from me" I frown. Remembering her 4 months in St Mungos, after all the torture Voldermort and his cronies inflicted on her- and the way she had almost died.

She squeezes my hand "How about now?" She inquires

"I love you, and will never let you. If they take me away from you now, I'd fight so hard to get you back. I'd fight a thousand Voldermorts"

She smiles. After all she's been through- The death of her parents, being captured and tortured by Voldermort, when two whole families had been killed at her older sister's wedding- She could still smile. It was a symbol of hope. Even after the war, there will still hope, I was going to make sure of it.

She turns in my lap, and looks into my eyes. "You looked after me, you stood by me, and I truly couldn't thank you enough. You saved me'

And then we kiss, its not rushed and passionate like last night's, its slow, a declaration of love. I slowly deepen the kiss- and invite her tongue to join mine in a slow dance. When we pull apart, we just hug- No words are needed. We've gone beyond that.

I've saved her,

Little did she know- But she saved me too.

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