Heaven

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Heaven

Baby, you're all that I want

When you're lying here in my arms

Hermione held Harry close. She sobbed her heart out as she tried hard to stop the bleeding in on Harry's head. She too had bruises and cuts of her own, but from the looks of things, it seemed that Harry was going to die any minute now... Not that she wasn't in the same situation.

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*Hermione*

How did all this happen? It all started at the beginning of the actual war against Voldemort. Everyone thought Harry was unbeatable. Everyone thought he was perfect. Everyone misunderstood him. Everyone thought he'd survive because he's the 'Boy-Who-Lived' when in truth, he was just a boy, trying to live his life as normal as possible. He never wanted the attention. He never wanted the fame. But no, people just had to rub it in his face when he could see it clearly, anyway...

And so the fate. Both of us, bleeding to death. Where's our magic now, you ask? It's taken away. We've fought so hard. Voldemort's gone. The Death Eaters were apprehended. In turn, we're here, sacrificed.

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Hermione touched Harry's face as her tears mixed with their blood. She shook Harry, trying to get him to wake up.

//You can't die now! You can't die on me now! Harry, please...!//

As she trembled, she saw Harry's eyes slowly open. Their eyes made contact and for a minute there, they were still. Harry reached to the lone tear at Hermione's eye. He rubbed it off and reached for her lips, touching the quivering crimson flesh. He smiled slightly and struggled to call out her name.

"H-...Mione.."

Hermione was pulled out of her trance as she heard the faint sound escape from Harry. His voice was throaty. It wasn't like that before. Harry's voice wasn't that hoarse.

"Harry... don't speak... too much..."

"Mione... I... I won't last long..."

Hermione felt hot tears drip from her puffy eyes. She was in denial. She repeated to herself, 'Harry won't die, Harry won't die...' But she knew the truth, and the truth was inevitable, as it seems.

"Harry..."

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Harry breathed deeply and tried to push down on the snow covered ground. Hermione noticed this and raised him up for support. She was still crying even if she tried hard not to.

Harry felt a white, scorching pain in his side. He reached for his hip and his fingers made contact with a sticky liquid. He raised it to his face and found... blood.

"Mione..."

"Yes, Harry?"

Harry reached for Hermione's cheeks.

"One... last ki- *cough* kiss... please..."

Harry's face was so angelic that Hermione didn't know what to do; kiss him or sob even more. She was loosing Harry. She can see it in his eyes. His cold skin pressing up on her face said that he's loosing so much blood.

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Hermione then leveled their faces and finally, they shared one last passionate kiss.

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Harry deepened it as he felt her lips with his. He was going to miss so much. Ron, his friend until the very end, Dumbledore who guided him all the way and so much more people. Last but not the least, he was going to miss Hermione. Her kisses, her touches, her words, even. He could go on and on about it.

Harry entwined his fingers in Hermione's hair and he felt Hermione's tears stream down his own face. He didn't dare open his eyes. He didn't want to break the moment.

Suddenly, he felt his body go numb. He can no longer feel the punishing cold nor the pain in his side. He can no longer feel the streaming tears in his own eyes. He opened his eyes and found himself staring at Hermione's eyes.

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Hermione knew it was time. She tried her hardest not to cry and with great effort, she managed to smile for Harry. After all, it was the last time. One last time.

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Harry saw the smile on Hermione's face. He knew she was hurting inside. He was too, but he can't afford to be weak now. Just a few more moments...

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Everything was still and as Harry felt his world go dark, he finally said, "...I love you... Hermione... I really do..."

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With the last words of Harry came his last breath. Hermione buried her face in Harry's body.

'Gone...'

All of a sudden, she felt cold. She closed her eyes and let the chill take over her body.

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Hermione felt a slight poke at her nose. She brushed the hand away but it was insistently poking at her nose. She grew annoyed as she heard a giggle most probably coming from the person who had been poking her nose...

She pushed hard on the surprisingly soft ground and found herself looking straight at deep jade eyes staring back at her...

And love is all that I need,

And I found it there in your heart.

It isn't too hard to see,

We're in heaven...