So... another chapter :P, it took a long time :S, sorry I've started university and it really sucks... XD well enjoy! (I hope)


You can't save them.

That was the last thing that Voldemort said to Harry in his nightmare.

Harry was sitting on his bed, his shoulders trembled as he panted, sweat running all over his body and his scar hurt like hell.

But he refused to scream. It'll go away, that's what he always told himself, he would bear them, suffer them silently. It was all he could do.

Several minutes later, when his breathing was normal and he stopped panting, he got out of bed and went to the kitchen, all the while thanking god that he didn't scream in his nightmare as he was sure that if he had, he would have woken up Hermione and her parents.

After drinking some water he sat on a chair and a heavy sigh escaped his lips.

It was better this way, he thought, he knew that Hermione and all of his friends will support him in what he was meant to do and he'd allow it, but only until some point, the rest was up to him, he couldn't bear the thought of another one of his friends injured or worse, dead.

So he will suffer alone, he will bear with the pain alone, it wasn't easy, but it was the right thing to do, they didn't need to know about the prophesy, they didn't need that weight on their shoulders. Things will stay the way they are and it was for the best, or at least he thought it was.

After drinking more water, he returned to bed and wondered about what happened after Sirius was murdered and throughout this summer.

If he was honest with himself he'll admit that maybe he was starting to depend a little too much on Hermione to keep him sane.

She was his rock. She got him to express his feelings and see that there was still hope, that he should keep fighting. She kept him alive.

And she made him happy, he didn't know why but every time she smiled at him or hugged him, it always gave him a funny feeling and he couldn't stop the smile that came to his face whenever any of those things happened.

He looked around the room and couldn't remember ever been this happy, maybe he deserved a break, maybe he deserved the smile his face was showing now, yet he knew this feeling was only going to last for a little while. Reality was going to hit him soon and he knew it.

With a sigh he rolled on to his side, and went back to sleep. Maybe the nightmares will stop even for a few hours, just enough to let him rest, enough to keep a little hope in his heart of a future, maybe enough to make him live at least until he faced his destiny, until he faced his death.

Hermione woke up early in the morning as always, and went downstairs to find that her parents were already eating breakfast in the kitchen. "Good morning dad, morning mum". She greeted them with a kiss on their cheeks.

"Is Harry up yet?" She asked trying and failing to control the eagerness she felt at the thought of spending the day with him, which didn't pass by her mother who smiled at her with a knowing look on her eyes. "Not yet love, why don't you try and wake him up so the two of you can eat breakfast together". She talked, emphasizing the last part. Not paying attention to the frown on her husbands face. Something that Hermione didn't fail to notice.

"Dad, is something wrong?" Hermione asked, while trying to forget the fact that perhaps her mother knew of her fancying Harry.

"Nothing love, just tired" Her father replied while giving her a small fake smile.

"Well then… I'll go wake Harry then, I'm sure he'll be hungry". And with that she went to exit the kitchen when a call from her mother made her stopped and turned to see a wide smile on her face.

"No funny business love, just wake him up and tell him that breakfast is ready".

With a red face she nodded too shocked to even think of a reply. As she hurried up the stairs she thought she heard laughter coming from the kitchen. Shaking her head and trying to get a clear thought once again into her brain she kept walking until she found the door to the bedroom where Harry was sleeping in.

As she reached for the door… just a second before she opened the door, a thought appeared in her head, a thought that brought back that blasted blush she had just some minutes ago.

What if…? What if Harry is sleeping in there…? What if Harry is sleeping in there naked?

She knew, of course that maybe it was a silly thing to think, but maybe it was a habit of his when he slept in a room on his own. Or maybe he just slept without a top. Either way she knew that knocking and calling him from outside was the other option. But try as she might, she just couldn't do it, she wanted, she really wanted to se Harry sleeping, especially if he wasn't wearing too much clothes, she added with a smirk.

With her Gryffindor courage she opened the door, and hurried inside the bedroom, the smile she was wearing just moments ago fell from her face at the sight of her best friend. Her breathing started to come faster, and her heart almost broke at the anguish look on his handsome face, he was sweating all over and she could see it clearly, he wasn't wearing a shirt but non of that really mattered, he was shaking his head and it was all clear to her, his worn appearance… he was having nightmares again and if she guessed correctly they were probably worse than before. She approached the bed as quickly as she could and then sat right next to him.

With tears on her eyes she managed to get his head on her lap and started massaging his scalp, from time to time she let her hands touch his scar and he seemed to relax a little so she kept doing it.

After a while he seemed to have calmed down a little, but she never stopped touching him, her hands never stopping the magic she was performing on his head.

Harry was having an awful nightmare, they were killing her, torturing her, as if she was nothing, he watched as she was laying on the ground screaming in pain from all the curses they were throwing at her, just when they were about to give her that last curse, he started to feel a little better, not knowing how but he found himself feeling better, he was in a room in the middle of it, looking to his right he saw her, and she was smiling at him, as if nothing happened, as if she wasn't being tortured moments ago… then it went away as he started to wake up.

With groggy eyes he received the shock of his life when his eyes fell upon Hermione's face, with her eyes closed, then he felt her tiny hands massaging his head, she was doing it so well that even when he was still sleepy he still couldn't help the moan that escaped his mouth.

At that sound Hermione opened her eyes and if she was shocked to find him awake she didn't show any of it, instead she gave him a small smile, stopped what she was doing and gestured to him to lift his head, as he did that and sat up on his bed, she was already standing, and to his surprise she sat right next to him and wrapped her arms around his waist and put her head in his chest. He couldn't think of anything else to do so he wrapped his arms around the small of her back.

"You could have to told me, you know". He didn't need to think twice to know what she was talking about, he sighed and gave the only answer he had on his mind.

"I didn't want you to get worried, you've already done enough for me, especially the last few weeks in Hogwarts".

Hermione let go of him then and gave him a hard look. "You don't have to hide anything from me Harry; I'll do everything in me to help you, that's what I'm here for. You are the most important thing in my life right now. And, after what we went trough those few weeks… I thought you knew, I thought you knew just how much I care for you and that I'll do anything to help you".

"I know, I know Hermione, but it doesn't mean that I'm happy about that, I wish you didn't worry that much over me, besides these nightmares happen all the time". He sighed. "There are some things I have to endure on my own; I don't want you to be in danger because I couldn't be brave enough to fight my own fights".

Hermione looked at him shocked and a hurt, he actually wanted her to stop worrying about him, as if she ever could. She knew that, because of his childhood and all the things he had been trough, maybe he thought nobody would care about him, that he wasn't worth the trouble.

With a smile she said. "Don't say stupid things like that Harry, I know that a lot has happened so far, and maybe it'll get worse, but I'm your friend, I'm your best friend. I'll never leave your side so don't ever think like that again, you hear me?" She ended with a stern voice.

"Share your burden with me Harry, remember that I'm here for you… I'll always be here for you". With that she kissed him on the cheek, lingering just a little bit and said.

"My parents are waiting in the kitchen, get dressed and I'll me you there so we can plan what we are going to do today, ok?" After saying that she went to the door and opened it giving him a last look before she closed it and went to see her parents.

Harry, blushing a little when he realized that he wasn't wearing a shirt, touched the cheek where Hermione had kissed him and was startled as that strange feeling came to him once again. That strange thing that always happened whenever he thought of her and that happened also the first time he saw her after been with the Dursley's. He opened the door to his bathroom and had a fast shower all the while thinking about her and all the things she said, he couldn't help but remember all the times she comforted him, especially lately, looking at his reflection he imagined her face and how beautiful she looked this morning.

Then, just a second after he thought that, his eyes opened like a flash, his eyes were wide as saucers. Right now there was only one thing that kept repeating in his mind.

I fancy Hermione! I fancy Hermione, my best friend and I fancy her.

God… what the bloody hell am I going to do now.


MMMM, what is going to happen next??? I don't know... HAHA XD see you when I see you! DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!!! :P