The Last Days of War

As the sedation charm wears off I can see the blurry outline of a room. Moments later it comes into focus. I am in the Hospital wing; even without my glasses I know. I find my glasses on the night stand and place them on my face. Now with the world in view I lift my head up ever so slightly and look around. White sheets surround my bed but I can see the outline of people. I hear what sounds like someone crying. I want to comfort her, tell her it's all right so I push my self off the cot. "I wouldn't do that Mr. Potter," Madam Pomfrey said in her shrill voice.

A moment later the curtains around my bed are parted and I see everyone. Hermione and Ron rush over to me. Ron pats me on the shoulder lightly and I turn to Hermione. Her face puffy and red, she stands there, tears trickling down her face. She is staring at me, and I can tell she is scared. I give her a weak smile and she leans down and gives me a hug. I wince in pain as she touched the freshly operated area and she recoils with fear in her eyes. "I'm so sorry Harry."

"It's quite all right, just a little tender."

Neither of us notice that everyone has left the room. I beckon her back to me and she comes painfully slow. "I'm not glass Mione," I said assuring her that her touch will not hurt me.

"I don't want to hurt you Harry."

"You won't. You're doing more damage standing way over there," I said grinning.

She stands next to my bed and we both are unsure of what is to happen next. A fresh string of tears falls from her eyes. "Hermione don't cry."

"How can I not when you almost-- when you die," she said as her voice cracked.

"But I am back."

Her ice wall crumbles and she returns to my arms. More tears are falling from her beautiful brown eyes and lift my hand to brush them away. She takes my hand from her face and takes it into her own. She looks up into my eyes and we are locked. We are drawn to one another like magnets. We are so close; I feel her warm breath against my skin. I cannot control myself any longer; I capture her lips. A kiss filled with love, friendship, passion, and desire. The instant her soft lips touched my own I felt a sensation I had never felt before. The wonderful sensation coursed threw my whole body causing me to lose all sense. With every growing second it intensified until the end. We broke apart gasping for air.

The next hours are a blur to me as I am told the details of the way in which I died. Before I know what sleep has overtaken me yet again.

I wake to the golden sunshine shining threw the room. My eyes glance around and I find Hermione slumped over in a chair next to my bed grasping firmly to my left hand.

"Well, well someone has decided to wake up," Ron said walking over from where he sat.

I turn my head and say, "Hey mate." He smiles and I ask him, "When can I get up out of this bed?"

"Poppy was saying you would have to rest for a few days... said that she had never seen another person with such a strong will to live."

"It's easy when you have so much to live for," I said glancing to my left. Ron smiled and asked me, "How long Harry?"

"How long what?"

"How long have you know?"

I sigh. The jig is up. "Honestly? I have no clue...but I've known for a while now."

"Thank god!"

"What?"

"Thank god Harry, you've finally admitted it. I've known for years...Everyone has known. Heaven sakes, a blind, deaf mute would know."

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