Hermione looked up from her book. It had been nearly five minutes, and Harry still wasn't there. She knew that at times he could be late, but she was truly worried about him. They hadn't cast any protection spells around them when they were walking. What if a snatcher had caught him? What if he were hurt? What if he's bleeding, and… Hermione jumped to her feet and ran out the tent door.

"Harry? Harry!"

Harry banged on the ice above him. The water was freezing and there was no air in between the ice and the watery depths. The sword was at the bottom of the pond, but his strength was weakening. He felt like this was the end. Hermione… help me. Somebody help me. He looked up through the ice. He didn't see anyone or anything above him. He didn't hear footsteps growing closer to him. He just heard his oxygen bubbles floating to the ice. I never thought this would end like this. Voldemort is gonna win and I never got to say good-bye to anyone. I never got to forgive Ron. I never got to get married, or have kids, or say 'I love you', or… or… Harry's eyes slowly started to droop and his head began to feel heavy. He was sinking; slowly loosing conciseness and sight of the icy world around him. He felt his arms slowly lift up and his bottom hit the ground. He felt his back hit, then his head. A last air bubble escaped his lips…

Hermione reached the pond and saw the orb still floating. She walked carefully to the bank and saw in the middle a small crack that had been repaired.

"Harry." She breathed.

Hermione whipped out her wand, and with a wave, the ice cracked into little bits. She started to run into the water screaming, "Harry! Harry!" Once fully submerged, she saw his blue body at the bottom. She bent down and reached for his hand. It was colder than the water itself. Hermione felt herself starting to cry, but the water wouldn't allow her to do so. Come on, Hermione; stay strong for Harry, like he has for you. Stay strong. He's gonna make it. He's gonna make it. Hermione turned around to check and see if Harry were alright. Glimmering in the background, she saw the sword of Gryffindor. She glanced between it and Harry. Her own air was running out, and she didn't know how long he could make it. I've got to, for the locket! He's strong, he can make t, I know he can! Hermione took the chance and swam faster and harder than she ever had before for the sword. She grabbed it with her free hand and kicked for the surface until she thought her legs would fall off. She glanced back again at Harry. He was paler and bluer than before. Oh my God, I hope he's alright. As she said that in her mind, she broke free to the surface and swam to shore, pulling Harry along. She looked to see the orb had changed into a doe patronus and ran away.

Hermione pulled Harry a bit more on shore and reached for her wand. She cast a heating charm on him and then herself so they wouldn't catch hypothermia. She then checked for Harry's pulse. It was beating, but very feebly.

"Harry, come on!" Hermione said as she began to pump his chest. "Come on, Harry, please!" She bent down to give him some of her air. "You can't die! You're-" she pumped. "Harry-" she pumped a bit more. "Potter!" She said loudly.

After a few minutes of pumping, Hermione heard coughing. She opened her eyes and saw Harry's lips moving and sputtering.

"Harry! Yes, come on!" She sat him up a bit with his head in her lap. "Come on, Harry." She gently whispered.

"H-Hermione?" Harry asked; his eyes cracked open after a coughing fit.

"Harry! Yes!" She began to cry. "Yes, it's me."

Harry gave her a half smile. "I thought you'd never come."

"Of course I came, Harry. I couldn't leave you."

"Well, I promised I'd never leave you." He paused. "Hermione, did you get the sword?"

"Yes, I have it right here." Hermione held it up for a bit and then put it down. She sniffled a bit and smiled back at Harry.

Harry wiped a tear off of Hermione's cheek like he did before. "Thank you, Hermione."

She felt the same shock wave of pleasant-ness that she had felt before rush through her. "You're welcome, Harry."

Harry smiled at Hermione again and locked his emerald eyes with her chocolate ones. He felt a feeling like he had never felt before. He didn't feel the same when he was with Hermione than when he was with Ginny. It was like a warm ocean breeze gently wrapping around him; surrounding him with good feelings and happiness. What is this? This is a new feeling for me. I've never felt this way before with Ginny. I guess it's just because Hermione saved my life. Yup, that's it.

"Well, I guess we should head back to the tent, huh?" asked Hermione.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I guess we should."

Harry left the comfort of Hermione's lap and began to stand up with Hermione. She had her back to him, trying to remember a weightless-ness spell to use on the sword.

Harry placed a hand to his head. He felt dizzy and all of his surroundings were spinning around him, faster and faster. "Hey, Hermione, I don't feel too well-" and Harry saw a flash of Hermione's face before he blacked out and his the hard ground below him.

Hearing the thud Harry made when he hit the ground, Hermione quickly turned around to see what had happened.

"Harry!" she exclaimed before rushing to his side. She checked his head for any openings, but found none. "Oh, Harry." She sighed.

Summoning her bag, Hermione cast the weightless-ness charm on Harry and carried him back to the ten and placed him on his bed. Not wanting to disturb his privacy, she quickly changed his pants into nightwear pants. She replaced his damp socks with some of her fuzzier, warmer ones. He looked quite silly in them, but Hermione decided that they were for the better, since they would e covering his cold feet. She then removed his sweatshirt and T-shirt. Once she removed them, she really noticed how well built he was. He had marvelous abdominal muscles and a toned upper body. She traced his abs with her forefinger. He really is handsome. I've never noticed how well built he is. Hermione gasped. I can't be thinking about Harry like this! I love- I love Ron. Don't I? Hermione shook the thoughts from her head and put Harry's nightshirt on him. She lifted up his legs, like he had done to her, and tucked him in bed. She left one arm out for her to hold on to once she had gotten in bed. Hermione lifted the no longer needed weightless-ness charm off of Harry and grasped his hand. She then fell into a deep sleep troubled y nightmares of Harry not making it in time.