Snowbirds [COMPLETED]

Panic Attacks

TW// PANIC ATTACKS! PLEASE BE CAUTIOUS

At the end of Harry and Hermiones sixth year, things got hectic. Harry was always away with Dumbledore. Ron seemed to have sparked a real interest in Hermione, and she was starting to grow feelings for him as well. Eventually, Hermione told Harry it would be best if they broke up and hoped that they could continue being best friends. Harry agreed. As the dawn of the year grew closer, Ron and Hermione and Harry and Ginny began dating.

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Hermione and Ron sat quietly on the couch of the common room together.

"I wish things weren't going so fast," Hermione said quietly.

Ron stroked her hair. "I know. I reckon you know a way to slow down the time."

Hermione laughed softly. "I defiantly know a lot of spells, but not that one."

Hermione and Ron had been waiting in the common room for Harry to come back. He had left immediately for a really important mission with Dumbledore and had yet to return.

Hermione suddenly bolted straight up. She had an extremely anxious feeling in her chest. Something defiantly wasn't right.

"I have to go," she panted.

Ron looked at her, concerned. "What?"

Hermione stood up, clutching her chest. "I'll be right back, I promise. Please don't follow me!"

She rushed out of the room, several Gryffindors giving her curious looks. She burst into the hallway, almost feeling like she needed to scream.

The feeling was leading her somewhere. She was sent sprinting down the corridors, approaching the astronomy tower.

She climbed up the staircase and saw a silhouette hunched over on the floor.

The feeling instantly felt as it had been transferred out of her lungs. Not gone, but in someone else.

She heard heavy sobs. She walked forward to see Harry, head in his hands, crying uncontrollably.

"Harry!" She screamed. She dashed over to him and knelt down to his level, embracing his torso.

"Shhh, Harry, please stop crying, it's okay.... it's okay," she coaxed.

"It's not okay!" Harry sobbed. "Dumbledore's dead! He's dead and it's my fault. It's always my fault. Dumbledore, Sirius, my parents, Cedric, I can't save anyone!"

His skin felt like ice yet he was sweating and his body was shaking at an alarming rate.

"Oh my god, Harry, you're having a panic attack!" Hermione gasped, tears bursting from her eyes.

She couldn't think of what to do, Dumbledore was dead, Harry was about to die....

Harry suddenly was gasping for breath, Hermione clutching him as he was about to fall in a heap.

"List- Listen to my voice!" Hermione stammered. "Focus on my voice! It's okay!"

Harry looked up at her and she knew what she had to do.

Hermione grabbed his chin, pulled him towards her and kissed him on the lips.

Time seemed to stand still. Harry stopped moving, body still.

Hermione hadn't kissed Harry in an extremely long time, and it never felt like this.

She broke away after a few moments, tasting the salt of she and Harry's tears.

Harry was starring at her like a deer in headlights.

"Why did you do that?" He asked softly.

Hermione breathed slowly, sitting on her knees.

"You were having a panic attack, and I read somewhere holding your breath can help stop them." She bit her lip. "When I kissed you... you held your breath."

Harry looked at her, breathing steady again, body restoring to its normal temperature.

"Thank you," he said.

Hermione smiled softly. "I have to get you out of here."

Harry nodded, steadying himself to stand up.

Once they were both on their feet, Hermione took Harry and pulled him into a hug.

"Always know," she whispered into his shoulder, "that it is never your fault."