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Written for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments) Triwizard Tournament (Task 4) and Arithmancy: (Assignment 4)
Prompt: Harry/Hermione, 'The Sound of Your Voice' by .38 special (prompt by HP Slash Luv)
Prompt: Write about a leader
Word Count: 850 (ish)
P.S.- I've never written a fic based on a song before and I don't know the song well so apologies if I totally screwed this up, but this is how I interpreted the song and the lyrics were used as inspiration xx
During the meeting Hermione watched him grow angrier and angrier. His was a cold fury, containable for now and unnoticeable to anyone who wasn't watching him as closely as she did. As Kingsley piled more and more responsibility on him, making it clear that the-boy-who-lived would shoulder the brunt of the patrols, his eyes flashed brighter and brighter, an explosion just waiting to happen.
As soon as Kingsley had left he stormed out of the room. There was nowhere to go though and he ended up back in the tiny room that served as his living quarters.
"I can't do it anymore." He slammed his fist down onto the table.
His wand hand shot out and he sent a shelf of glassware shattering against the ground. Hermione flinched but knew there was nothing he could do while he was in this state.
His face was contorted into a harsh version of reality, stuck somewhere between anger and fear. It was an expression he had let no one but her see, and she would have been terrified if it was anyone else.
"Can't you see? If we leave now we'll be safe! I can protrct you! We can be together and-"
"And what, Harry? Leave the world to crumble around us? Let Voldemort destroy everything and everyone we love?"
"You're the only one I care about. I don't give a damn about the rest of them. We could do it. Just leave here together and never come back."
She wrapped her arms around him and stretched up to whisper in his ear, her breath tickling his cheek.
"You know that's not true. You're too good to leave them." As she spoke he began to relax, leaning into her embrace.
"Kingsley expects to much. I never asked to be the leader. I never asked for any of this. I don't want this war. Sometimes I think it would be easier if I just gave up."
"Hush. You'll feel better after a rest. You know everyone here depends on you. You're strong enough Harry, I know you are."
They sat together in silence for a moment, arns wrapped around each other, before Harry spoke.
"Hermione." He breathed her name quietly, his voice laced with desperate need.
She recognised his tone and turned to him eagerly. Over the past few weeks she had grown used to these snatched moments. They never knew when they would have time alone and so each time was a burst of passion, two souls entwining in the middle of a war. No one else knew about them and they were both sure that no one else would approve. They were both supposed to settle down with a Weasley after the war was won and make the whole Order happy. She and Ron were never going to work out though, and Harry and Ginny's relationship was doomed from almost the very beginning. So she and Harry had turned to each other for comfort and slowly their relationship had moved from platonic to deeply passionate.
She pressed herself against him running her hands across his shoulders and through his hair. He brought their lips together with an intense passion.
"Harry." She gasped his name as he ran his hands over her. Everywhere he touched her a fiery warmth tore at her. She was consumed by a desperate need, somehow still feeling as new and exciting as it had the first time they had found each other.
They came together with a swift urgency, conscious that the others would return soon. Afterwards they lay together, bodies still entwined. Hermione ran her hands through Harry's hair while he frowned distractedly.
"I meant what I said earlier. The Order doesn't need me to lead them. Most of them are far older and more experienced than me."
She sighed. "Harry they do need you here. People need to see you, they need to know that you believe we can win. That's maybe the most important thing right now."
"Great. So I'm like the team mascot. Totally useless except as a decoration."
"You know you do a lot more than that. We all rely on you."
He frowned again, thinking through what she had said. She knew he would pull himself together in a minute, that he would be ready to deal with the stress again. She knew he would leave her again and it hurt, knowing that she had to convince him to go, had to convince him to leave her. Of course it would be easier to give up, to leave and never come back, but she couldn't take Harry away from the war.
Finally he sighed and sat up. "I have to leave again tomorrow. There's been a sighting and Kingsley wants me to check it out and I won't see you for ages and-
"Sh." She kissed him softly and he smiled. "Don't worry about that now. We're together now, and that's all that matters