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All He Had Left - H/Hr
Title: All He Had Left
Author:shocolate
Pairing: Harry/Hermione. Ish. I tried.
Words: 653
Rating: G
Written for the lovelyletmypidgeonsgo, for her birthday.
All He Had Left
****
Once they’d made the decision to go to Godric’s Hollow, Harry would have gone on the spot, but he’d gritted his teeth and agreed to do it Hermione’s way.
Doing it Hermione’s way usually made sense.
So they’d been making preparations; planning to Polyjuice into anonymous Muggles and learning to Apparate together under the cloak. What would they all have done without his cloak? Just how dead would they all have been by now?
Both.
Not ‘all’, because there were only two of them.
He put that firmly out of his mind and looked out at the darkness. Hermione was asleep in her bunk, and although he should be waking her to take her turn at guard duty, he didn’t have the heart to do it. She was looking so thin and drawn and tired and it was all his fault and they got even less sleep now that it was just the two of them sharing guard duty.
Just the two of them.
He didn’t deserve her devoting herself to him like this, and he certainly couldn’t talk to her about it or thank her or anything, because he’d get such a lecture about it.
Well, yes, it was the right thing to do, but a less wonderful person wouldn’t have done the right thing and would be safe… on the run from the Muggle-born Registration Commission.
Well, all he could do for her was let her have another hour’s sleep.
He sighed and sat down in the entrance to their tent, his wand held lightly between his fingers.
He’d lost so much. So much.
Practically all the good things he’d ever had.
His parents, his godfather, his mentor, his devoted owl, his… no, he wasn’t gonna think about him.
It.
Really, all he had left was his cloak and his wand.
And his Hermione.
He smiled at the thought.
Gentle fingers tousled his hair.
“You didn’t wake me,” she chided softly, sitting beside him.
“You needed your sleep,” he said, relishing her warmth as she stretched and rolled her shoulders to get out the kinks.
“So do you,” she said, tucking her hand through his arm and leaning against him. “The last thing I need is a sleepy and grumpy Harry Potter.”
“Yeah, ‘cos an extra hour in an uncomfortable bunk would make me happy.”
She snuggled against him and he did feel his heart lift.
“A sleepy and grumpy Harry Potter leaves his stuff all over the floor when he gets ready for bed,” Hermione teased, “and I can’t open a window in a tent to get rid of the smell of your socks. I have to sleep with my head out the door or be overcome.”
“Ha ha.”
He smiled at her lame attempts to tease him, knowing she thought he needed cheering up and was trying to replace…
No.
Not gonna go there.
He rested his cheek against her hair and they looked out at the darkness.
Together.
The two of them.
He could certainly get used to that.
He eased his arm round her shoulders and wound a lock of hair around his finger. She tipped her head to one side and looked at him, a small smile tugging at her lips.
“Go to bed, Harry,” she said, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek.
“G’night,” he muttered.
He clambered to his feet and went back into the tent.
He touched the spot on his face where Hermione had kissed him, looking puzzled, as though he was not quite sure what had just happened.
Well.
Somehow that had felt different from her usual sisterly hugs.
Hmmm.
Tomorrow they would go to Godric’s Hollow, and he would finally visit his parents’ grave and he didn’t have to do it alone, because Hermione would be with him.
And then they would go and talk to Bathilda Bagshot.
Things were going his way this time, he could feel it.
Title: All He Had Left
Author:
shocolatePairing: Harry/Hermione. Ish. I tried.
Words: 653
Rating: G
Written for the lovely
letmypidgeonsgo, for her birthday.All He Had Left
****
Once they’d made the decision to go to Godric’s Hollow, Harry would have gone on the spot, but he’d gritted his teeth and agreed to do it Hermione’s way.
Doing it Hermione’s way usually made sense.
So they’d been making preparations; planning to Polyjuice into anonymous Muggles and learning to Apparate together under the cloak. What would they all have done without his cloak? Just how dead would they all have been by now?
Both.
Not ‘all’, because there were only two of them.
He put that firmly out of his mind and looked out at the darkness. Hermione was asleep in her bunk, and although he should be waking her to take her turn at guard duty, he didn’t have the heart to do it. She was looking so thin and drawn and tired and it was all his fault and they got even less sleep now that it was just the two of them sharing guard duty.
Just the two of them.
He didn’t deserve her devoting herself to him like this, and he certainly couldn’t talk to her about it or thank her or anything, because he’d get such a lecture about it.
Well, yes, it was the right thing to do, but a less wonderful person wouldn’t have done the right thing and would be safe… on the run from the Muggle-born Registration Commission.
Well, all he could do for her was let her have another hour’s sleep.
He sighed and sat down in the entrance to their tent, his wand held lightly between his fingers.
He’d lost so much. So much.
Practically all the good things he’d ever had.
His parents, his godfather, his mentor, his devoted owl, his… no, he wasn’t gonna think about him.
It.
Really, all he had left was his cloak and his wand.
And his Hermione.
He smiled at the thought.
Gentle fingers tousled his hair.
“You didn’t wake me,” she chided softly, sitting beside him.
“You needed your sleep,” he said, relishing her warmth as she stretched and rolled her shoulders to get out the kinks.
“So do you,” she said, tucking her hand through his arm and leaning against him. “The last thing I need is a sleepy and grumpy Harry Potter.”
“Yeah, ‘cos an extra hour in an uncomfortable bunk would make me happy.”
She snuggled against him and he did feel his heart lift.
“A sleepy and grumpy Harry Potter leaves his stuff all over the floor when he gets ready for bed,” Hermione teased, “and I can’t open a window in a tent to get rid of the smell of your socks. I have to sleep with my head out the door or be overcome.”
“Ha ha.”
He smiled at her lame attempts to tease him, knowing she thought he needed cheering up and was trying to replace…
No.
Not gonna go there.
He rested his cheek against her hair and they looked out at the darkness.
Together.
The two of them.
He could certainly get used to that.
He eased his arm round her shoulders and wound a lock of hair around his finger. She tipped her head to one side and looked at him, a small smile tugging at her lips.
“Go to bed, Harry,” she said, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek.
“G’night,” he muttered.
He clambered to his feet and went back into the tent.
He touched the spot on his face where Hermione had kissed him, looking puzzled, as though he was not quite sure what had just happened.
Well.
Somehow that had felt different from her usual sisterly hugs.
Hmmm.
Tomorrow they would go to Godric’s Hollow, and he would finally visit his parents’ grave and he didn’t have to do it alone, because Hermione would be with him.
And then they would go and talk to Bathilda Bagshot.
Things were going his way this time, he could feel it.