"We should leave this place soon. We've been here too long." I told Harry as I stroked his hair while he laid back with his head in my lap.
"Goyle first."
"Fine."
"We should find a supermarket too."
"We can wait a bit more on that, I think."
His eyes opened to look at me, and he reached up to cup my cheek. "You're too afraid of everything. It will be fine."
"What do you think we'll do after this is over?" I asked bluntly changing the subject.
"Whatever you do will be brilliant, I'm sure." It was obvious from his tone, the implication there would be nothing for him because he would be dead.
I don't know why I said it, maybe because despite everything, despite trying to pretend he wasn't Harry—he was still Harry and I hated that he was so comfortable with his own death. "Maybe I'll find out where Ron has been."
I gasped as he moved fast, shifting his hands, digging into my thighs as he dragged me lower over the sofa, his body coming to press into mine. "You think he can satisfy you?"
"You won't be around to do it, will you?"
His lip curled at my bitchy tone, and he leaned down. "Maybe I won't be the only best friend you lose in the war."
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40 Days
FanfictionRon left November 15, 1997, and was gone for 40 days. Each day that passes, the locket wears down Harry, peeling back his layers, revealing aspects of his personality that Hermione had never before seen. Harry Potter the boy from the cupboard under...
