Ok, sorry if its short or there are more typos i am writing this from an iPod. I don't own Harry potter.
Loving Every Breath of You
Harry Potter's eyes shot open as the warm sunlight teased it's way through the drawn curtains. Harry Turned his head and found his on and only love sleeping soundly. A very rare thing.
What am I to do about her? Harry asked himself as he caressed her cheek.
Hermione had been waking up screaming and crying with nightmares ever since the dark lord was defeated. It was all because of this one scar that was left on Hermione's arm.
This scar read, 'Mudblood'. It was drawn on by Bellatrix Lestrange. Hermione had been tourtured by Lestrange and those moments with her will forever scar Hermione.
No matter how many times Harry told Hermione that she was amazing, that blood didn't matter she still didn't believe him.
Hermione was a very bright witch of her age and was always the first one of the group. She was the first one to get the spells correctly, to memorize the potion brews. She was always the first one for everything.
But despite all of this she still felt self-conscious about being Muggle born. She never told anyone about her insecurity. Harry always guess that it would be normal girl stuff. Like physical appearance, boys, rumours.
But never in a million years would Harry Potter guess that it would be about that.
Harry, himself was a half blood so he suppose that he couldn't relate to her as much as he would want to.
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As the minutes passed Harry got bored of watching Hermione sleep so he decided to go make some breakfast. Sitting up, he reached for his glasses and slid them on.
Just as he was exiting the room, someone called his name.
"Harry, where are you going?" Hermione asked, bleary-eyed.
"I am going to make some breakfast, Love. Is there anything that would like?" He asked with an awkward smile.
"Blimey, this the great Harry Potter going to make breakfast?" Hermione asked with a giggle followed by a smile.
"Well, why yes of course I am; for I am ever to serve the great Hermione Jean Granger." Harry said as he knelt down in a bow. His composed posture was ruined by spurts of laughs that erupted from his middle.
Laughing felt good, it had been a while before either of them could truly laugh. With everything that had happened they both just tried to keep things as normal as they could but that was nearly impossible with people from the Daily Prophet, herding them and demands answers to useless questions that where being fired at them.
"So may I escort the fair lady?" Harry asked as the went and knelt by her side.
"My fair lady, please take my hand. I promise that I will always protect you. From the evils out here and in here." Harry said that last part as he put a hand on her heart.
"Thank you my knight in shining amor," Hermione took his hand and he stood up and gently scooped her up. Placing a kiss on Harry's lips, Harry returned the kiss with the upmost passion.
And from that moment in Hermione knew that she could 100% with out worry, confide in Harry. It was a good thing that she knew that because, something was soon to come for her. . .
