Together(HP-ONE SHOT)

Together

Everything finally seemed alright. He repaired his broken relationship with his son, he kissed his little Lily goodnight and tucked himself to bad. The sheets ware confortable and warm, but Harry was feeling cold, too cold  in his big, almost emty house. He untangled himself from his blanket and left the bad, hearing his wife groans of protest. Ginevra Potter was on the brick of waking up, but a simple sleeping spell saved him the trouble of excusing himself and convincing her to fall back asleep.

He descended the stairs in a daze with an uragan of thoughts in his mind. He was planning to go to thekitchen and get a glass of milk, he really was, or at least that is what he was going to tell himself later, but he found himself on the living-room couch with the phone in his hands staring at the number he typed without realizing it. In that moment, his brain shuted off, but someway, he found his voice.

"Nothing it's alright!In all this time ..." He pressed his finger on the screen and the phone started ringing till a soft sleppy voice answered it with a simple 'Hello?'.

"I...I just, I just can't...  I'm sorry, I..." He didn't knew what to say, or maybe he didn't wanted to say it on the phone, and it seemed that was what the receiver of the call thaught too.

"... Ten minutes, Harry! You know where!" the caring voice said again and without another word, hang up the phone. He stood staring at it for more than five minutes and when he realized that he should get moving, he bolted from the couch, grabed a coat and some shoes, left the house through the front door, taking care not to make a sound and wake someone and appairiated away.

After reaching his destination, a sad realiefed smile made its way on Harry's face at the sight in front of him. 'Did I actually thought she wasn't going to came?'  he asked himself and with small footsteps, as if aprouching a pray, he walked on the alley through different tombs.  He stopped behind a woman figure. She had her back at him, but he knew she knew he was there. He put a hand on her head and gently strocked her beautiful curls and then her shoulder, inhaling deeply in her flowerly scent.

Hermione Granger-Weasley turned around and took Harry in her arms. For a few minutes thay just stood there, holding eachother while they silantly cryed. Hermione knew that it was bearly a matter of time until he was going to call her. She had seen his face when he left with Albus for the cemetary where Cedric was buried. He needed help. He needed somone to listen to him and not to question him. And she knew he was going to come to her as he always had, but she would have been lying if she said that she didn't need him too.

They parted, but still mainteined an embrence as Harry cleand with his thumb her cheeks stained with tears.  He leaned into her till their faces almost touched. His eyes ware pleading, they ware asking for permicion and she granted it with a nod. Their lips met and they found their lost haven. It was a slow passional kiss, full of longing and love.

"I've missed you!" he wispered.

"We had some busy days, dealing with our jobs, with our families, ... with time! ... I've missed you too! ... How is Albus?" they both knew she was more asking about him and his relationship with his son, than about the boy himself.

"He seems fine! A little sad maybe, but I know he will be alright!"

"How could you tell?" she pressed on.

"... Because he is not like me! I need you to make me alright!" He kissed the palm of her hand that was resting on his cheek.

"And what can I do to help you?"

"Nothing! I just need you! ... To feel you, your presence, to know I'm not alone!"

"You aren't! I'll always be there, Harry, whenever, wherever and however you need me!" Her chuckled sounded more like a sob.

"I love you! I love you so much, Mione!" he said and claimed her lips again in another more passional and hungry kiss.

"And I you! I love you too, Harry!" and they ware locked in an other kiss.

"I wish to turn back time!" he said after a confortable silance of just admiring eachother as if they discovered the perfection.

"You wouldn't be the only one, but you know we can't!"

"We can do everything!"

"But should we?"

"Sometimes I just want to go back there, in our school years, to be teenagers again, to live our lives without thinking about tomorow or yesterday, to be ourselves, without caring what others say, to simply live and love, without lies and secrets and guilt and regrets..."

"But we still can't change our pasts, Harry, nor should we, as much as we want to!"

"Do you want to?"

"... I want to be with you, to love you without any concequencies!"

"That's all I need to know!"

"One day, Harry! One day maybe fate won't be against us..."

They ware locked again in a quick kiss and as soon as they parted, Harry took a step back while Hermione turned to the grave behind her and bent down. With a swift move of her wand she created a ring of white roses and set them on the stone in front of the Potters' names carefully, but not after kissing at least one of the blossomed flowers. She murmured a pray and something akin to an 'I am sorry, Lily!'.

For a passerby that would be unsignificant, but that was a tradicion for them, usually saved for Holloween or for Cristmas Eve, but also for every moment when they needed to feel close to their pasts ant to the people that filled their past with joy and happiness, including eachother.

Hermione lifted herself from the ground, joind hands with Harry and, as quick as a gust of wind, they disapirieted. To where, I cannot tell you!