Here all along. Harry/Hermione

Untitled Part 2

A/N: This starts right after Ron leaves.

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Hermione's p.o.v

And he was gone. I came back in from the pouring rain and collapsed onto the hard chair by the now feeble fire. I started sobbing into the corner of my ebow and pulled my knees up to my chest. I tried to quit my sobs so Harry couldn't hear. I  needed to be strong for him. 

I looked up to see him still seething after his fight with Ron . He was sitting at the table in the small kitchen to the left, his wand gripped tightly in his hand. 

I continued to cry. Why would Ron leave? We had agreed to go with Harry ! We were his best friends! We have to stick with him through everything. I didn't know how Ron felt, but I wasn't going to go back on my word to the only boy I had ever known who didn't call me names.

I clenched my teeth together as another sob came racking through my body. Why would he abandon us when we all needed eachother the most? In the middle of a war? Now it was just me and Harry...

I heard Harry turn on the wizarding wirelss to a station I knew. A young witchs voice came ringing out in a harmony like the sound of bells. I remembered hearing that song before. Sometime in fourth year at the yule ball. Thinking about the yule ball reminded me of Ron again and another sob escaped me. I remember how horribly worthless he had made me feel. 

I heard a shuffling of feet and knew Harry had gotton up from the table. Who else could it be now that it was just me and him?  

The shuffling sound got louder until it was right in front of me before it stopped. I glanced up to see Harry looking down at me with a sad expression on his face, one hand extended toward me. 

" Care to dance?" He asked. I put my hand into his warm one. Maybe I could distract myself for a while....

Harry grabbed my hand and slipped his other one around my waist. He pulled me over to the middle of the small tent and started swaying to the music. I couldn't help but laugh at how odd this must look. Harry dancing, with a bushy haired, red eyed wreck of a girl like me. But I was enjoying it, and no one else was here to ruin it.

Harry looked down at me. " Even when you cry your still beautiful. " He murmered. 

I blushed so red my face must match my eyes. My heart did a little skip when Harry looked down at me and called me beautiful.

" Thanks Harry." I mumbled, a little shyly.

We continued to sway to the music. The feeling of Harry''s hand in mine wasn't unnaturual. I had felt his rough but still soft seekers hand in mine plently of times before. I started thinking back to the times when I had held it. Like the time in first year when were running through the chamber fluffy had been garding, or the time in second year when he held my hand in the hospital wing. My favourite was when Harry and I rescued buckbeak from the executer. Harry's hand had been there for me when I needed it. I remembered fourth year when Harry had to go through all the dangerous tasks, and how I had just wished I could have held his hand throughout all of it. Even when he was in the graveyard, I would have held his hand. In fifth year I watched him suffer again, and I wanted to just clutch his hand and tell him everything was going to be okay, even if it wasn't. I just wanted to see the trust in his eyes. And during sixth year, when he had to suffur the most, I would have done so much to hold his hand through it all, and hug him to me when he couldn't take the stress anymore, I would be his brick wall. And now, as my hand was in his for the hundredth time, I realised how right it felt there. 

Harry had always been there for me, even when no one else had been. From first year with the troll, to know, when I was broken. And that relisation made me think about how much I wanted to always be there for him.

" What are you thinking about?" He asked me, with his beautiful emerald green eyes staring into mine.

I smiled at him. " Just about how you have always been here for me. Through everything, an-" I looked down shyly.

" And?" He asked

" And how I always want to be there for you "  I said shyly.

Harry stopped swaying and for a moment I was scared I had said something wrong, but he pulled me close to him so there was no space between us. 

" You've always been there for me, Hermione" He whispered. "I want you to know how much that means to me. To have someone as perfect and beautiful as you always holding my hand along the  way. I can get through anything as long as I know you'll always have my hand." 

I tilted my head up so our lips were milimetres apart. " I've been here all along." I whispered.

Harry closed the space between our lips and I could feel his smile. 

" Me too." He whispered back.