Hermione's Choice by CA Crawford

Rating: PG13
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 7
Published: 29/07/2015
Last Updated: 29/07/2015
Status: Completed

(Freshly edited!) When Ron made it clear he was leaving and asked what Hermione would do, she
made a choice that she can no longer hide from.




1. Hermione's Choice 
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A/N: In the spirit of full disclosure, I admit this is just something that I wrote off the top
of my head. I still am not really sure exactly what I aimed to accomplish with it. It came to me as
I’ve finally come to an acceptance of how Harry and Hermione were written in the books. While I
certainly think they belong together and would ultimately end up together (Epilogue? What
epilogue?), I’ve come to appreciate the journey they went through in the books as a profound (if
perhaps accidental on JKR’s part) story of two people who love each other.

Yes I realize this story changes a scene in the book and that goes against what I just said. I’m
just telling you what’s in my mind; I didn’t say it would make any sense. Haha.

Anyways, I wanted to share it with the community and hear your thoughts on it. Whether you like
it or would rather me use it as toilet paper, your feedback always helps me become better.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter or anything affiliated with it I wouldn’t be paying off
student loans still.

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*I get it. You choose him.*

Those words went around and around Hermione’s brain as she struggled to keep her emotions in
check. She had been staring at the same spot on the page for the past twenty minutes, trying with
all of her might not to be reduced to sobs in front of Harry. He had enough to worry about. His
best friend had walked out and said all those nasty things….

*But Harry* told *him to go.*

Hermione had to admit there was a small art of her that resented Harry for telling Ron to go.
Then again, she knew just how deeply wounded Harry was by what Ron had said. How true some of it
was……well that was academic, Ron knew full well how important this venture was. Ron being gone was
hurting Harry and Hermione knew there was only one thing that could make this worse for Harry.

She could see in the way he looked at her that the final straw would be for her to leave. To
announce that Ron had been right and that this was a fool’s venture and that she was going to leave
him too. That would be the thing that would completely break Harry.

*I get it. You choose him.*

Why did he have to bring *that* into it? Here they were on the run from the most dangerous
and evil wizard of all time and Ron has to make it about bloody relationships. The truth was that
his words hit much closer to home than she would have like to admit. She *was* choosing Harry
in a very real sense. After all, she was still here and Ron wasn’t.

But was this really about who her heart belonged to?

She was kidding herself to think otherwise. Ron was sensitive, but he was far from being stupid.
If he made accusation that she was choosing to stay with Harry because of some romantic
relationship between the two of them, then he had good reason for doing so. The truth, she hated to
admit, was that he was right.

Before she had ever thought of Ron as more than her best friend, she had fallen in love with
Harry. She had never been sure when it started. Maybe it had been at the tender age of eleven, when
she had clutched him for dear life and told him there were more important things than books or
cleverness. Maybe it had been as she watched him drive off a horde of dementors to save her life
and flew among the towers of Hogwarts on the back of Buckbeak. Maybe it had been during the
Tri-Wizard tournament as she fretted day and night over keeping the green eyed boy alive. The only
thing she knew was that by the time she had followed Harry to the Department of Mysteries, she was
deeply in love with him.

And that scared her.

She didn’t think she could ever admit it to anyone else, but the prospect of being in love with
Harry was the most terrifying thing she had ever experienced. He was hunted by the foulest and most
powerful evil wizard to have ever walked the earth, he was destined to face Voldemort and defeat
him or die trying, he was the best friend she had and she knew herself to be the best hope for
keeping him alive, and the real crux of the matter was that he may not even feel the same way about
her and may never love her as she loves him. Every bit of it shook her deep to her core. Despite
all of her Gryffindor courage, the thought of letting him know how she felt was just too daunting.
She convinced herself that getting too close would cloud her judgement and that by staying as just
friends she was helping herself keep him safe, but she knew deep down that the real reason why
Harry could never know how she felt was that she would be too scared to face it.

So she turned to the only other boy with whom she could trust her heart.

She had long known that Ron fancied her. She knew probably before he himself even knew and
though their interactions usually involved fighting of some sort, she knew him to have qualities
that she admired. He was brave and kind in his own way as well as being a much more powerful wizard
than he was ever given credit for. Most importantly he was *safe*.

Being with Ron did not come with the baggage or complications that Harry brought to his
relationships.

And she had grown to love him too. Maybe that had been the real problem. Not that she had loved
him, but that she had loved him *and* Harry. For even though she found she could give more and
more of herself to Ron, it never measured up to what Harry seemed to already have. There had been
once, in a brief moment of clarity, when she had looked into her mirror and known right then that
her divided heart did not bode well for the future. Yet she ignored it. She ignored it and while
she did her best to prove to Ron that she loved him, she never could shake the devotion that she
felt for Harry. In her naivety it had never crossed her mind that there would ever come a time
where she would have to choose between the two.

But Ron did it. Laid it all out in black and white. Either she would go with him or stay with
Harry and her choice would tell Ron all he needed to know about where her heart truly resided.

*I get it. You choose him.*

Again and again she had cried out for him, begged him to come back. She had delayed departing
from those woods in the crazy hope that he would come back. Every noise had drawn her gaze to the
tent flap, hoping beyond hope that he would come walking through the door all apologies and regret.
She had cried herself to sleep for the past week, broken hearted that the boy she had turned to had
chosen to leave her.

The worst part was there was now nowhere for her to hide from Harry.

Ron had dragged her out into the open and left her there, declaring in front of God and everyone
that he thought she loved Harry more than him. All of her fear had come rushing back. All of the
reasons why she told herself it could never happen.

Harry had barely spoken to her since Ron had left.

Was he thinking about this too?

Was he wondering if that was why she had decided to stay?

Was he blaming himself in some way for making Ron believe what Harry thinks is a lie?

Did he believe Ron?

Harry strode over to a radio that was sitting across from her, as she watched him over the edge
of her book he turned the volume up so that the music could be clearly heard. He took three of his
long strides over to her and held out his hand. The fool wanted to dance. Dance! As if they were an
old married couple having a night in instead of teenaged fugitives.

Never the less, she reached out and took his hand, deciding that him wanting to engage in
whatever foolish desire had come over him was better than sitting down trying not to break down in
front of him. She took his hands in hers and entwined their fingers together and he spun her around
in rhythm with the music. She felt again the familiar fear, that being this close would remove what
resolve she had left to stay with the choices she had made.

She looked into his green eyes and saw a sparkle of happiness that she hadn’t seen in months
dancing behind those round glasses. It was all so silly and childish and yet everything that she
needed and she couldn’t help but laugh and smile as her head went onto his shoulder and her resolve
began to dissolve and disappear.

*This* was why she loved him. Because he knew what she needed without even asking. Because
just by being there and being Harry he was fulfilling her deepest desires. Because her heart beat
not only to see him alive but to see him happy.

The music came to a stop and they stopped spinning and what surely couldn’t have been longer
than a second seemed to stretch into a vast eternity. He looked at her and she looked at him and
his piercing emerald gaze seemed to lay bare whatever she had left to hide from him.

“Is it true?” his voice was barely a whisper. She didn’t have to ask to know what he meant. She
didn’t have any strength to try and hide from him anymore. What Ron had brought into the open was
all but given away by the truth she knew must be radiating from her face. She loved Harry and there
was no keeping it locked away anymore.

“Yes.”

She had no intention of elaborating and was robbed the chance anyways by his lips crashing into
hers. His hands brought her firmly against his lean frame as he hungrily dove after her lips again
and again. Whatever resistance she might have had simply melted away as her hands roamed into his
wild hair, fulfilling one of her longest held fantasies. It was her tongue that pressed against his
lips and was immediately met with his. She hungrily tasted his sweetness and knew that she was
hopelessly addicted.

She lost all sense of time and place when their lips finally parted and they looked at one
another again. She felt tears she hadn’t known she’d shed drying against her cheek and he wiped
them away with his thumb. She looked again into his eyes and saw a contentment and peace that she
had never seen there before. She felt a warm glow in her chest that refused to be dampened by the
winter cold.

He smiled and it was his lopsided grin that made her laugh. She put her face into his chest and
shed more tears as she simply laughed at how absurd this was. He wrapped his arms around her and
planted kisses into her hair and she could feel his unbroken grin as he laughed along with her. It
was ludicrous and flew in the face of everything that either of them had known up to that point,
but Hermione no longer cared. The back of her mind tried in vain to remind her of the awful truth
of Harry’s connection to Voldemort and the hopelessness of her cause to keep him safe. She laughed
in the face of her own logic and no longer cared anymore that the man in her arms was destined to
die at the hands of his enemy.

She laughed because she could feel in the gentle thump of his heartbeat and the firm grip of his
hands the promise that he would *always* find a way back to her.

It didn’t have to make sense and he didn’t have to say it out loud. *This* was enough for
her.



