orokid: Hey, sorry that I haven't posted lately in this fanfic. I haven't really had the time to continue it, and my Writer's Block hasn't budged. Most of this chapter will most likely be fluff, so… I don't know, really. Also, I'm getting ready for my summer trip to Florida (although that doesn't really explain my prior absence), so I'm really busy right now. Sorry about that again. And I suppose I should say where my whereabouts were during this whole time- it started with midterms, and now I have Finals, and then I was actually trying to do my homework and skip my insomnia completely… Yeah. A whole bunch of stuff, really, so... Lol. Okay! Disclaimer time!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything to do with the whole entire endorsement thingy. I wish I did though, because then I would actually have some cash in my pocket…

Chapter Six

Hermione didn't know what to say to him that morning when he opened his eyelids for the first time in two weeks. Sure, he had twisted and turn, as well as mumbled while in his deep sleep, but he didn't know about anything that was occurring around him. As far as he knew, the world was still at peace, and his friends were still willing to talk to him.

Well, Ginny was at least. Ron hadn't been around at all yet, and it didn't seem as though he would ever be either. But the fact that he wasn't talking to Harry, his former best mate who had the heart of a hero beating within his (current) frail yet muscular chest, bothered her the most, but she couldn't do a thing about it. Harry knew exactly what he was doing when he had forced her into his home, forced her to take his offers, but…

She wished that she hadn't ever done anything like take his advice, and seeing his emeralds flutter open at that moment made her hate herself even more.

His fingers reached up slowly, touching her cheek with such a gentle touch that you would have believed a feather to have passed by rather than human flesh. She smiled gently, feeling the pain and self hatred hit her even harder as he only smiled back. Of course he didn't blame her for what he was going through, but… she wished he did. She wished that he could let go of his foolish and unbecoming lack of anger towards her and blame her for almost dying, for scarcely being able to breathe throughout these past nights, days, weeks…

Tears slowly streamed down her face, her heart breaking at his weak state, and her will to not grab hold of him and hold him as lovingly and tightly as she could had lost it's battle. He had been surprised by her quick moments, and a little confused as to why she was crying as she was, but he didn't say a word to her about it. Something was upsetting her, and, as a friend and the man who loved her, he was more than willing just to let her cry on his should and use him as support during tough times.

"You're okay," she sobbed into his shoulder, a soft chuckle coming from her lips as she did so. Her hands were still holding onto his body as firmly as a child would their father after a nightmare, but it wasn't as if he knew the feeling. It was merely an assumption that it probably felt that way. "You're okay, right?" she asked softly, crying a bit harder into his unclothed chest, having little to no clue that he was nearly naked beneath that hospital sheet. Then again, he barely did as well. "This… this isn't some cruel joke my psyche is playing on me, right?"

She felt the vibrations of his chuckles as she held onto him, her mind fixing up his smile without having to look up at it. It captivated her now, after all this time without it in her sights, but she had to keep those affections a secret until another day, when he was better than alright, and when his world didn't seem to crumble around him because of her and her predicaments.

"Yes… I'm fine, Hermione. You know that… I'm too strong to just be… killed… like that." Once more, he laughed, but could only manage a weak attempt at it. His voice, so soft and caring, yet sounding so weak and human- muggle, really- only made her erupt in sobs yet again.

The Boy-Who-Lived seemed to be at a loss, but he didn't say a word about it, for he enjoyed her touch surrounding him instead of the other way around, like it had been those nights he held onto her. They seemed so far away now, when all seemed lost to him, and when his memory of the recent events in his life had been put to a minor stop (since the major one usually resulted in total death), leaving him unknowing of everything really.

"Sh- She… She won't-" Hiccupping, her tears lost the rest of the sentence she tried to speak, leaving Harry even more lost. Still… he'd wait and listen, and he'd hold her all the while, rubbing those gentle circles into her back with the palm of his hand. His arms were made for holding only her, so it seemed natural to keep her within his grasp like he was. "Sh-She won't c-come b-back. It's m-my fault."

"Your fault?" the raven haired boy questioned, cocking his head to one side ever so slightly, not understanding her at all at that exact moment. It was more than obvious why, since he hadn't heard her state a name about who her words were about. "What do you mean, 'Mione? Who?"

"G-Ginny." His mind found itself at ease almost immediately, thinking that maybe she had lost her baby (a girl, maybe) while he had lain unconscious. He should have known better, considering the fact that there was this strange thumping feeling against his abdomen every now and then, but he had let worry overcome his logical brain- like it usually did when this particular woman was involved.

And… he did what she believed would be his last action. He laughed.

Looking up at him, possibly as though he had an extra head upon his shoulders (and some medicines, if not properly administered, could've done it to!), she raised an eyebrow at his action. What was he doing? Didn't he care that the girl who he could turn to the most after she left and never contacted him again (because she felt as though she had used him too much already and didn't want to further complicate things with permanently moving in with him) wasn't going to speak to him? Didn't he care that his former best mate's sister loved him with all her heart, and yet she was just walking out of it like nothing would ever happen? Didn't he-

Hermione Granger's thoughts- which never really stopped at all, for no reason to ever be given- had been halted almost immediately when she felt something press against her lips, the owner of those sweet yet tasty objects needing to taste them or something of the sort. Personally, she didn't mind it at all (thus causing her to press back into him), considering how she had been fighting with herself over these past two weeks on whether she should tell him about those strange emotions erupting through her every being whenever he was around. Now, really, she didn't have to do a thing but enjoy the one who made her heart flutter in a way no one had ever done before. The bushy haired young woman felt her heart explode in her chest as she felt him respond further to her own pressures. Her fingers moved behind him, moving into his hair as their kiss only deepened farther, and they would have gone farther but…

A flash occurred in their obscured view, and, by the time they had unhooked from their very interesting position, the one who owned that certain camera was gone. Hermione felt something in the bottom of her stomach pinch her, and she knew that it wasn't the baby. It was the feeling of complete and utter dread settling in- nothing more, and nothing less.

The day after tomorrow would be Hell, and she'd be glad to go home right then.

Before she could excuse herself from his bed, his arms had tightened and locked around her body, keeping her rooted to her spot in his arms. Her chocolate colored eyes had been wide in surprise, but it disappeared almost entirely as he held her against him, his heartbeat lulling her into a peaceful mood. She could have sworn that, if he had not spoken soon, that she would've found total peace there in his embrace.

"I love you," he whispered softly, kissing the tip of her head as she laid against him, his lips curved in a smile. "I… I had a horrible dream about you and… and the baby-" She watched him softly, realizing that he had said 'the baby' and not 'your baby' or 'Ron's kid' or anything like that. "- and I thought… The dream kept going and- and- and I thought that… that if I told you about…" He chuckled nervously, knowing that she had to have a good idea about what he was trying to say to her- which she did. "And…" He smiled, leaning down farther into her body, his lean and muscular figure holding to her as though she were a newborn child herself, his face in the nape of her neck, merely breathing in her scent. "And I love you, Hermione. I… I think I always have too."

She looked up to him too, a soft and knowing smile upon her lips as she watched him now, loving that smile upon his lips, which only turn the other way when she says something funny or just smiles towards him really. Leaning in closer now, her own face lost within the region of his stiff yet relaxed neck, taking in his scent and whispering the words she thought she'd never have the chance to say in her entire lifetime. Never once had she said them to Ronald, although she WAS pregnant with his child, and she had promised to never say it unless she had truly meant it. Now was one of those time, no matter what the world would think of her now. "I love you too. So much, Harry. More than I thought I did."

And they kept on holding, ignoring the world as it passed by them, knowing of the coming events only to a certain shade of black. Neither of them knew just what was really coming for them…

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orokid: Heh heh… that's not really that good since I never get it Beta-ed and I only wrote this in an hour and a half. It's not that long, but… yeah. Whatever. I give up- but not on this story. Just so you know, I don't exactly know what I'm doing next, but I do have a sorta-kinda idea about what's going to happen. I gave you guys the ideas of mine in this fic, sorta, so just trust me now.

PS- Help me! I need suggestions! Tell me in your reviews, if you would.