3 Months

3 Months

Three months. That's how long I've been waiting. Three months. Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Hermione Granger and I am a witch. I go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have two best friends. One of my friends is named Ronald Weasley. He is a pain in my side, but I couldn't ask for a better friend. Now my other friend, he is the reason for my waiting. I've been waiting three months for my best friend, who is also my secret love, to come out of the coma. Three months seems like a lifetime when you are waiting for the love of your life to wake up. He was put into this coma by Lord Voldemort. It has been exactly three months since the Final Battle, which happened in November. Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, has been my secret love for as long as I can remember, and. Three months ago he became not only The-Boy-Who-Lived but also The-Man-Who-Defeated. It was a really horrible battle. We lost many people from the Order and from school. Emmeline Vance, Amos Diggory, Ernie Macmillan, Hannah Abbot, Cho Chang, Lavender Brown and so many more.

Ron only had a fractured tibia and a mild concussion. I only had minor spell damage that was easily cured, but Harry was not so fortunate. After sustaining many cuts and bruises, he was knocked unconscious by Voldemort. So, here I am three months later in St. Mungo's waiting for him to wake-up. Ron has to physically pull me from Harry's bedside to get me to eat or sleep. Ron has always known about my love for Harry. He has been very supportive, especially since he hooked up with Luna Lovegood.

I just wish that Harry would wake up, so I could tell him how I feel. The nurses keep trying to raise my hopes by telling me that he will wake up soon. I know that they are just trying to boost my spirits, but I know there is a possibility that he might never wake up.

At this exact moment, I am sitting here with Harry, softly talking to him. "Harry, I miss you so much." Every time I talk to him those are the first words I say to him. "Harry, you need to wake up soon. Everyone cannot wait to see you, especially the Weasleys are all very anxious to see you again. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley send their love. They come to see you every week. Everyone has so much to tell you. Mr. Weasley is now the Minister of Magic, Bill and Fleur are expecting and the twins have so many things to tell you about the shop. Percy finally came around, and is now on speaking terms with the family. Ron proposed to Luna at Christmas and he wants to postpone the wedding until you're awake. Ginny and Neville got together last month. Remus visits you a lot. He just comes in here and sits. Nothing else, just sits." I am getting very teary-eyed at this point. "Harry, every time I see him, he looks older and older. I don't think that he can take it if you don't wake up." I am sobbing by this point. "H-harry I..I couldn't stand it if I lost you." I am beyond hysterical at the thought of losing him. "HARRY JAMES POTTER IF YOU DIE ON ME I...." I can't finish my threat and just collapsed on his chest, sobbing hysterically. I don't know how long I cry, but I start to calm down. That's when I notice a soft and gentle hand stroking my hair. I look up and realize that the hand belongs to Harry.

"Hermione," he says in a voice that hasn't been used in months. "Please don't cry." Those simple words are as if someone is handing me the key to the universe. I almost smother Harry as I go to give him a hug.

"'Mione....'Mione," he says between my kisses on his face. Then I abruptly stop my ministrations and promptly smack the savior of the world upside the head.

"Ow."

"Serves you right. If you ever and I mean EVER think of scaring me like that, I will never forgive you!" I rant and rave.

"'Mione, did you mean what you said?" he asks, his eyes hoping for the affirmation.

"When?"

"About not standing to lose me."

"Of course, Harry."

"Why?" he asks softly.

"Well, Harry, you are my best friend. Of course I couldn't stand it if I lost you."

"Oh," he says, disheartened. A comfortable silence descends between us.

"But, that's not the only reason," I say. "I couldn't stand if I lost you because I am in love with you, Harry Potter."

Harry looks at me with his amazing emerald green eyes. I'm starting to get nervous because he hasn't said anything. I finally make a move to get off of him, when he grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into one the most beautiful kisses of my life.

"Good," he says. "Because, Hermione Granger, I have been in love with you, since I was eleven years old."

And with that he pulls me into another fairytale kiss. Three months I have been waiting for him to wake up, and now that I have him, three months doesn't seem that long of a wait at all.

The End

AN: Please review my story. This is my first fic and I'm anxious for feedback! I hope you guys enjoyed it.

MrsSamanthaWeasley