Mixed Messages (A Drarry Fanfic)

My Love

(Harry)

Harry collapsed onto his knees, wiping the blood and grime from his forehead. He was utterly exhausted. The night had gone by in a frightening blur. Harry had killed mercilessly, and the only time he'd felt sorrow was when he saw the little Hufflepuff girl die in front of him. The sorrow turned to anger before Harry had time to process it, and within a matter of moments, the Death Eater was lying in a pool of his own blood. And then, Harry only felt satisfaction.

    "Harry! Harry!" Hermione's panicked voice cried, snapping Harry out of his daze. He saw her running towards him. She seemed to be sparkling.

    "Hermione?" Harry asked, but all that came out was a shallow grunt. He cleared his throat and tried again, standing just in time to wrap her in his arms.

    "Harry! Have you seen Ron?" She cried.

Harry felt sick to his stomach.
    "I haven't since he told us to split up and protect the different houses..."

Hermione pounded her fists furiously into Harry's chest.
    "That brainless oaf! The one time he has a decent idea is when our lives are in danger!" Then the tears came.

    "Hermione. Hermione. Hey... stop all that. You don't know what happened. You best go and look for him. I'll go with you."

Harry squeezed her shoulders and stepped back. Hermione's face was red and splotchy, but her eyes were determined.
    "You're right. Alright. Let's go."

Harry and Hermione started off, helping children to their feet and sending over nurses. When they stumbled upon the body of the Hufflepuff girl, Hermione turned and retched onto the concrete. Harry was a moment away from doing the same, when he saw a familiar mop of orange hair.

    "Hermione! I see Ron!"
Hermione's head whipped up, and she let out a faint gasp. At the same time, Ron caught sight of her. And like straight out of a cheesy movie they stated running to each other like nothing else mattered. It was straight out a movie until Hermione got within 2 feet of him and slapped him across the face.

    "Ronald Bilious Weasley! What were you thinking?! You nearly gave me a heart attack, you git!"

    "Ow! Blimey Hermione. It sure is good to see you again," Ron snapped, rubbing his cheek. Then Hermione started bawling again, and Ron gently enveloped her into his arms. Harry looked away, feeling as if it was a moment that should be private. He couldn't keep the little smirk off his face. Yes, there were corpses lying around him, and Harry was sure that they'd all be visiting him in his dreams, but only a destruction like this could make you so grateful for what you have.

Harry shuffled over to another familiar figure and they both looked out across the castle grounds in silence. Ginny didn't have a scratch on her, and her eyes were dry, but there was a haunted look on her face that Harry got the feeling would never leave.

    "So it's finally over," Ginny remarked, startling Harry with how scratchy her voice was. It sounded like she had been screaming.

    "I guess," Harry murmured. They continued looking out at the bloody scene, refusing to look each other in the eye until-

    "Harry? I'm so sorry. For everything. I should've... accepted that you tried your best to love me, but couldn't. I'm sorry for being such a sore loser."

Harry turned to her, and gently pulled her into a hug.
    "You have nothing to be sorry about. I should've told you how I felt, and stopped dragging you along into my mess. And I know that it really hurt you knowing that... I like Malfoy."