Unbroken

Two Weeks Later, Saturday (2)

Harry POV

The moment our lips met was...indescribable. Truth be told, it felt like coming home but I'm not at all surprised. She was always home to me. It's why I was content to stay as her best friend even though a piece of me died everyday for the last couple of years. Now, however, those pieces have somehow been reborn. It's magical.

Shit, what about Ron? She took his ring off because she was waiting for another, or so she said. Did that mean she was divorcing him? I mean, even if she wanted to divorce him, the onus would fall on Ron by virtue of the stupid ancient laws that govern this world.

"Harry, I can hear your brain working." Hermione contentedly sighs against my chest, her words coming out breathlessly and full of elation.

"Just thinking," I say in response. I have no idea how to even broach the topic of her divorce with her. It's not like I can just demand her to be divorced and, worse, she might face backlash from the wizarding world for it.

"You? Thinking? A dangerous pastime," she quips at me.

I laugh in response as she turns around to face me with a huge smile on her face. Acting on instinct, I give her a small peck on her nose and let her climb up my body until her legs were on either side of my waist.

"I'm divorcing Ronald," she tells me firmly, now sitting atop my waist.

I raise my eyebrows at that and say nothing. This wasn't unexpected but I hope she understands that she doesn't have much of a choice in how the divorce would go. I can't hide the worry on my face at that and she notices it right away.

"I know it's up to Ron and I hate it. But I don't care, he can't stop me from leaving this world with you," she continues again, staring down at me with passion and intensity behind those wonderful brown eyes.

I'll try to talk some sense into her because it's too much of a sacrifice for her to make for me. I'm just me, and she's undoubtedly the brightest witch of her age so why should she have to leave this world because of me? But then again, why should he have to face a loveless marriage because of this world? I don't know what to tell her.

"I know it'll be like giving up my magic, Harry, but I don't need it. Magic already gave me the greatest gift I could have ever received," she cups my cheeks with both of her hands and leans down so our noses touch, "magic gave me you."

She wastes no time in kissing me again and because I'm brainless when she does this, I sink into it and let myself be enveloped completely by the warm and fuzzy feeling that erupts in my chest. All my concerns and fears about her are washed away as her soft lips caress mine and there's nothing I can do because my head is empty.

"I lost three years of my life with you, three years without my ring on my finger, and three years I could have been married to you. This world can...can stuff itself for all I care if it even thinks about taking you away from me again."

"Okay." I'm still trying to get my brain to work after it just had its thoughts and capabilities snogged right out of it.

I manage to clear the fog out of my brain just enough to realize that she mentioned something about her ring. What ring could she be talking about?

"Love, what exactly is your ring?" I question her gently, suddenly afraid of annoying her for some odd reason.

"The ring you gave me, silly," she answers with a giggle.

I feel so dumb at her answer. Of course she was talking about her ring, the ring only she has worn and only she will get to wear.

She pounces on me again and smirks at me. "We can skip the proposal this time and can just put the ring back where it belongs after I get done with Ronald."