AN; Since I'm at home, sick, with nothing to do but read and try to write. So, here you are, yet another drabble thing. :)
It's both sad and happy, I guess.
'Not yet' Harry whispered. 'Not yet.'
Hermione held him close, saying nothing.
'Not yet.' he repeated. 'It's too soon.'
Hemione nodded, silently agreeing.
'Have we really ended up in a world so cruel?' he demanded.
Still, Hermione remained silent.
'How could he do that?' he shouted suddenly, 'How could Draco just blast Ginny out of his way?' he paused.
'I thought they had something going, and so did she. She loved him.'
His voice faltered to a whisper. 'I thought I was doing the right thing, letting her try to reform him.'
A single tear slid down his cheek.
'It's too soon for her to be gone, it's just too soon,' he said softly.
'She can't be gone, not yet.' he said, as if, in saying so, it would become true.
He turned to face Hermione.
'Have we already lost love in this world?' he asked.
'No,' she replied, speaking for the first time.
She kissed him passionately, and when she pulled away, she whispered, 'Not yet.'