Chapter 6: Nightmare

After the dance Harry and Hermione couldn't separate so they snuck up to her room to talk. Hermione stepped out to change into pajamas while Harry summoned Pajama pants to change in while she was out. Hermione came into the room in short peach puffy shorts and a cozy white spaghetti strap tank top with the words 'Lights Out' in medium sized blue letters in the front.

She walked in to see Harry in long navy and light blue striped pajama pants that flowed down to his toes and no shirt. Hermione found herself starring at his well defined chest in awe. She made her eyes meet his and saw his flushed smile on his face. She smiled apologetically and a bit flirtatiously and found herself in his arms in a mater of seconds.

Harry pulled them to the bed and covered them under the dark red comforter and gold sheets. He buried his face in her neck, occasionally kissing it. He pulled back and laid his head on the pillow beside hers. She turned her body on her side so that she was facing him and he did the same, wrapped in each others arms.

They just smiled at each other for a while, caught in the moment for several heartbeats. Eventually Hermione broke the silence, "You will come back, won't you?" She looked at him with that sad smile she used to hide pain. He knew why she over reacted and she knew too. She just didn't want him to be away from her.

"Of course. I don't like the idea of going alone either, or being away from you. However, I have to defeat Voldemort once and for all just like the prophecy. I have to end this hell and start my heavenly life with you." He smiled at her, internally kicking his own arse for saying that.

Hermione chuckled, "I want to spend my life with you to but there's one thing wrong with what you said." She smiled coyly at him only making him even more curious. "And what's that?" He asked raising an eyebrow; she always had to correct him. Her smiled lessened as she said, "I have no intention of letting you go alone." She smiled again and turned on her other side to avoid an argument, her back facing him. He laced his arm around her waist and tangled his fingers in hers. He laid his head just behind hers getting a whiff of her green apple shampoo. He smiled and groaned as he fell into a sleep, dreaming of her.

Dumbledore say in his office mulling over thoughts of the situation the two lovebirds found them in. Harry had to leave Hermione behind to face the Dark Lord and he knew that Hermione would not take it lightly nor would she allow him to go alone. This was a very pressing matter and he did not know how to go about it. This wasn't going to be simple.

Harry's eyes fluttered open and he glanced around the strange room that wasn't his, or Hermione's. Where was he? The room was dark and cold. He wasn't even in his pajamas. He was in a brown polo shirt and jeans with no shoes. He was completely disoriented and didn't have clue as to where he was or what time it was.

But that wasn't at all what he feared most. The question that lingered was where Hermione was. She wasn't there with him, otherwise he would feel her. He could do that now. They could sense each other's presence and whatever they felt the other felt too. But now he couldn't, he just felt the cold.

"Is anyone there?" He muttered not expecting an answer but was greeted by a cold laugh. A figure shifted in the shadows and moved closer. His first instinct was to pull out his wand but when he reached into his pockets it was nowhere to be found. So there he was alone, without Hermione, defenseless, and facing some kind of danger. A taste of harm and cruelty rested in the still air.

"Hello, Harry. It's good to see you again. It's been a while but I trust you've been well." Harry knew that voice. That was the only voice he feared his entire life. The voice he tried to defeat many times to protect himself, his friends, and Hermione. It was Voldemort.

"What the hell do you want Voldemort!?" Harry spat. He was still half laid out on the floor and he stumbled to get up. The figure of the Dark Lord grew closer until he was close enough to see. The vile and ugly face that has haunted Harry showed itself in the little-to-none light. He chuckled.

"Harry, I only wanted to catch, chat, and end this. That's all." He smiled and Harry glared. This did have to end but how could he win? He had no wand and no Hermione to help him through it. She usually had all the answers, all the solutions. Now what could he do?

Voldemort raised his wand to Harry's chin to lift his head so that he was looking up into his cruel deformed face. Harry peered into his empty eyes reluctantly. The face of his parents' murderer and the murderer of so many others was right in front of him and it sickened him to no compare.

Probably aware of what Harry was thinking, Voldemort chuckled, "My dear boy, you've grown to be a stupid man. Thinking you could win so naïve. And loving a filthy bitch mud blood-"

"SHUT UP YOU BASTARD! DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT HER!!!" Harry back away in one jerky movement and prepared to make a jump for Voldemort's wand. Voldemort laughed loudly, "Struck a nerve, have I?" Was this some sick game? What was going on? How did this begin? How could Harry get out of this? Get back to Hermione? He had to keep his promise to her.

"Well I think I've had my fun. Now to kill you……" The Dark Lord raised his wand while Harry's eyes barely had time to widen before, "AVEDRA KEDEVRA!!" A green light shot out of his wand and hit Harry right in the chest.

Hermione jerked up in bed, sweaty and shaken. She screamed "HARRY!! NO!!" She looked around frantically for the love of her life to find him stirring beside her. He sat up and put his arms around her shoulders protectively and to restrain her from screaming and jerking around. She looked up into his bright green eyes that were filled with concern. "Hermione calm down, what's the matter?" Hermione let out a loud breath and leaned up to kiss Harry as if he was going to die tomorrow, which was very possible. He reciprocated, still confused. She pulled away for air and Harry went right back to questioning her and she burst into tears.

Harry pulled her back to the bed so that they were lying down. He stroked her hair hushing words of comfort. She calmed down enough to talk eventually. "H-he killed yo-you. You were alone and defenseless and he just…." She broke into another sob and Harry pulled her closer with fury. "Hermione, I'm here. I won't leave you like that. I will come back to you I promise. I love you." He kissed her forehead and she laid her head on his chest sniffing. "I know…. I love you too, so much. I don't know if I would make it if you d-" She couldn't say it. She couldn't say the word that she feared more than anything. Not long ago, in her 2nd year, she thought getting expelled would be worse than getting killed. Now she laughed at how utterly injudicious she was then.

"I won't. Just go back to sleep. Rest, please." He wrapped his arms around the whole of her and rested his chin on her head. He held her until he felt her breath even out to signify that she did indeed fall asleep. He hoped to go that she wouldn't have another nightmare. He wouldn't leave her like that. He couldn't. He had to keep his promise to her.

I know its short but I had to stop it here. I don't know when I'll update. I need to map out the story. Feel free to leave some input, I love your comments.