A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Summer Funfair
Southern Funfair:
Test your Strength
God Prompt: Hermione Granger
Eastern Funfair:
Gnome throwing: Hermione Granger
Word Count: 316
She could feel herself wanting to give up, wanting to just lay down and let the spells in the air slam against her. Numb, she was starting to feel numb to the violence swirling around her. This whole war she'd been hailed as brilliant, her genius the only thing saving them. She was so tired now.
A spark of an idea, a memory of something she'd been told sparked. She blinked and grabbed Ron. She nodded towards the loo where they'd created the polyjuice potion, the loo Myrtle haunted, the loo that contained the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.
Ron caught her thoughts somehow and followed her. She could hear the battle raging as they retrieved the fang. Was Harry dead yet? She knew he had to die, knew somehow in her secret heart that that's what the whole thing would boil down to, him dying a hero's death. She wondered briefly if even Death could hold him. Tears stung her eyes as they ran back to the battle.
"Harry Potter is dead!" She heard someone announce, her heart stopped beating, she crumbled to the floor. Ron grabbed her arm and yanked her back to her feet. He pulled her against him, his heart pounding.
It wasn't the same, the beats were off, nothing like the heart that pounded in Harry's chest. A flash of light interrupted her thoughts. Harry was on his feet, his wand in his hand. Within minutes, it was over. Hermione standing in disbelief, Ron trying to hold her, Harry standing triumphant, Neville staring at the sword in his hands in disbelief.
Slowly she pulled herself from Ron's arms and ran into Harry's. He seemed stunned to suddenly having her in his arms. She threw her arms around him, her lips slamming into his. Slowly the world around the pair dissolved as he slowly returned the kiss, the battle finally over.