Summary: He doesn’t know, he hasn’t realized it yet; his closest friend was always there for him. She was always there for him.
Author’s Note: Another fanfiction. It’s rather short but I put a lot of my emotions here…
Disclaimer: Harry Potter = Not mine. The song I used this time is ‘Say That You Love Me’. It’s sung by another talented Filipina singer, Lea Salonga.
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Say That You Love Me
Hermione woke up early, and has been crying ever since she did. Hours were spent just to think about what had nagged her for so long.
Harry.
It wasn’t because she was annoyed. Well, she was, but, at herself.
She opened the curtains of her four-poster bed and winced as the sun glared at her.
‘Aw, I hate waking up early in the morning.’ She thought.
The war was at its last moments now. For the last few months since the beginning of their Sixth Year, victory wavered, now to this side, now to that. Neither was ever able to gain any decided advantages. It was as if, the war itself was waiting for something to happen. And Hermione had already thought about that.
‘Harry and Voldemort should face first before this hell ends.’ She thought. It was really brave of her to even think and speak the Dark Lord’s name. It was all because of Harry.
And that brought her back to tears.
‘Why can’t he see it through me?’
My morning starts to shine with teardrops in my eyes
And here I am alone starting to realize
‘I’ve hidden this for a long time and now that… the war’s here, I’ve tried really hard to not cross that line. But, I just can’t…’
That my days would be brighter
If I could learn to hide
The feelings that I have for you
Keep hurting me inside
Confused, she stood up and started to do something to just ease the pain away.
She remembered those times when they were in their first year, unmindful of the things that were supposed to happen. Innocent really. They have those dreams. She was going for an apprenticeship in either Transfiguration or Potions. Ron was going to work at the Ministry and Harry, just an Auror, and a normal happy life.
Then my day begins with simple thoughts of you
Hoping that tomorrow will be me and you
Sharing dreams with each other
And making them come true
Holding one another
Saying "All I need is you"
She took a seat at her chair facing the desk, grabbed a piece of parchment and went to get her eagle feather quill, just like Harry’s. Her hands trembled… Then she wrote all of her feelings for Harry. Everything.
But will you say that you love me
And show me that you care
Say when I need you
You will always be there
But if you go and leave me
This I swear is true
My love will always be with you
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She watched as Harry and Voldemort battled each other, jets of black, red, blue, yellow, violet, white and green jets of light, possibly dark curses, were in the middle of them. She watched Harry with fright, her right hand now bleeding because she was clutching her wand too tightly. She glanced around her and saw Dumbledore.
‘Dumbledore! Do something!’ Her mind shouted, but she really couldn’t. She was terrified, just looking helplessly at Harry. Harry was bloodied, from his lightning bolt scar, a deep gash at his right side accompanied with a bloodied right hand. She gasped as Harry stumbled after being hit by a black ‘X’ curse Hermione didn’t know. Her heart ached; it almost stopped as Harry was yet again, injured, now, it was his left leg.
‘No… Dumbledore! What is he doing? Why are you all watching them?! Do something!’
She gasped as Voldemort cackled sinisterly and addressing his Death Eaters.
“See, here, my faithful servants, this is what happens to those who tried to defy me. Oh, and Dumbledore, just look at your favorite boy now, injured. What do you think? The Prophecy will be finally fulfilled, Him: dead. Me: Alive.”
‘No! Harry will not die! He won’t! He can’t!’ Hermione’s mind was frantic.
“Maybe me and my Death Eaters will take turn of the others after I finish him and you!” Voldemort hissed.
Harry’s head glanced sideways and Hermione gasped.
‘Harry…’ She looked straight through his eyes… There was total chaos in those eyes…
There were Love, Hatred, Loneliness… and … Hope. She can just see it, then, Love and Hatred simultaneously surfaced.
Dumbledore just stood there, violent waves of magic emitting from his body. He’s angry, and Voldemort liked it.
“You think so, Tom? I think not.”
The Order gasped. It was Harry.
Hermione watched as Harry jumped up, hatred flashed from his eyes and Hermione was beyond frightened now. ‘Harry, please, you promised us…’
“Avada Kedavra!” Harry bellowed, wand clutched in his bloodied right hand, pointing at the surprised form of Lord Voldemort.
Voldemort tried to counter it with his own Unforgivable but this one was different. There was pure white mist encircling the green jet of the curse Harry fired. It was so powerful, Voldemort tried to counter it twice, with no success.
‘Oh gods… Harry!’ Hermione watched in pure shock and horror.
The green flash of light seemed to have surprised him as the white mist wrapped itself around him. Red eyes widened, Voldemort dropped, and that finally did it. Without even a single shriek, the Dark Lord died. And Hermione, who was holding her breath, sighed.
‘It was over. Everything is going to be okay now. Harry will live. He’ll be happy with us, me and Ron. He’ll be happy, with me…’ Hermione was in pure bliss.
But then again, bliss was just for a moment.
Hermione looked sideways to see if the Order had finally arrested every single Death Eater, who was now trying to fight their way out of Hogwarts. She did a double take when she saw Draco Malfoy, and watched in horror as she saw his wand wasn’t even taken away from him. Malfoy glared loathingly at Harry, pointing his wand at him.
‘No! Not this! Harry!’
“Avada Kedavra! ” Malfoy spat out, and a jet of green light spurted out of his wand speeding its way to Harry.
“No! Harry, watch out!” she shrieked.
With instinct, and without thinking of any second thought, Hermione made a run for it.
It seemed like a very long time to her when the green jet was speeding towards Harry and she was running. She was the only one who noticed Malfoy…
“No, Hermione, don’t!” she heard Ron from afar, and then there were screams of her name…
But she was focused.
‘No, everything is okay. Harry defeated Voldemort! He’d had enough of this!’ Harry turned around. She smiled at him when he saw his face. ‘He looks like a guppy when he’s surprised.’ Her mind even managed a silly idea.
‘No, Hermione, don’t!’ someone from the back of her mind shouted.
‘Harry?’ Hermione’s mind was working again. Then, her smile even widened. ‘I knew it… I had faith in you, Harry, I still have. My Hope… I love you, Harry. I’ll always be your best friend… Congratulations… This is for you.’
Hermione jumped straight to Harry, her arms wrapping them around him, lovingly. She hugged him for protection. She hugged him to adore his triumph. She hugged him because she loves him.
Both bodies tumbled to the ground but for Hermione, it was as if she was traveling back in time… She was now being cradled by Harry when…
Flashes of her life passed her by…
Seeing Harry with Ron in the Hogwarts Express… Watching Harry as he and Ron tried to save him from the Troll… She even saw Harry out of her body… Harry holding her hands back in their Second Year… When she was petrified. She saw Harry struggle to protect her and Sirius from the Dementors. Seeing Harry and Ron with her in the Great Hall, having fun. Seeing her with Harry and Ron having fun in their Fourth Year. Seeing Harry in danger… Seeing Harry protecting her from the Centaurs and Grawp… Seeing Harry as he knelt down to her when she was shot at the Department of Mysteries… His hand held hers…
Everything, flashes of her life… With Harry.
‘No, you can’t do this, Hermione. No!’ Someone spoke again to her.
‘Harry?’ A ghost of a smile etched across from Hermione’s face. Tears freely flowing from her eyes, which was flickering with a spec life that was left of it. But why is that?
“Hermione? Can you hear me? What”what did you just do? Please, don’t go.” He whispered.
‘Yes Harry… I can hear you.’
But will you say that you love me
And show me that you care
Say when I need you
You will always be there
“Harry… is she…?” Ron’s voice broke.
“No, she’s not… it can’t be. Just look.” Harry muttered. “There has to be a way for her to stay! Professor!” His eyes averted to Dumbedore, seeking for some hope. ‘There has to be a way for her to stay!’
Hermione was still there… but how?
“No, Harry. Hermione…she’s… gone.” Dumbledore’s face all screwed up, unable to hide great grief.
“NO SHE’S NOT! LOOK! LOOK STRAIGHT TO HER EYES! SHE’S NOT!”
‘Yes, Harry, I will be gone. Dumbledore’s right. Goodbye Harry. Goodnight to you… I love you… I will always love you’
But if you go and leave me
This I swear is true
My love will always be with you
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Author’s Note: Aww… Sad, isn’t it? Well, that’s what I feel about now. Great sadness. Loneliness. Well, that’s what I had in mind while I talked to myself about a thing or two with this whole story. I’m dead lazy but when I have these moods, my hands and fingers tends to be out of control. Please, please review if you liked it! Thank you!