We had eaten better than we had in a long time with the newly obtained groceries. Harry was a good cook when he actually had ingredients to work with, a much better cook than me at least. With our bellies full, we laid in the dark tent and I drew little patterns on his chest.
"What if you're wrong about dying? What if you live, Harry?"
"I won't."
"But what if you do? What will you do then?"
He sighed, his hand playing with my loose curls. "Then it would be me and you."
"No but what would you do for you? Be an auror?"
He gave a small chuckle. "Work for those corrupt bastards? Under the ministry? Are you mad? I'd never have anything to do with any branch of the Ministry."
"What would you do with your life, then?"
He was quiet for a bit. "I'd make you happy and keep you safe. So you're never hungry in a fucking tent again."
"I'm not hungry and I am happy with you—here—-right now."
He rolled over, dislodging me so he could crawl on top of me. "I know you think it's the locket, Hermione. But it's not— there's something else–"
I kissed him, cutting him off. I didn't want to hear it. Not tonight. I pushed against him and he let me switch our positions, laying back with his hands behind his head as I settled myself on top of him.
My hands roamed over his chest as I pressed little kisses against his jawline. "I love you. No matter what, I love you." I whispered to him.
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40 Days
FanficRon 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...
