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[A/n:] This story is dedicated to to Rita and her story Desperation which inspired me to do this. I’m trying to promote the Tom/Hermione ship. (give it a shot. it's not as gross as you think)
Before you read on i'd just like to explain a couple of things.

1.)I know Tom was supposed to have dark eyes but I will make it into green instead for a number of reasons (just so I wont get flames from people because of that)

2)In advance I am sorry for what you are about to read on the 2nd chapter.

3)This story is not yet beta read and I myself dont have time to look over the mistake so I Apologize in advance!!!! 


Fab image pic by caren!

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“I will always love you Hermione…,” whispered the tall dark-haired wizard. “Always and Forever,” he said as he slowly let go of my hands.


Tears were streaming down my cheeks as my hands slipped down from his. “I love you,” I whispered softly and hurriedly, afraid I would not be given enough time to say it.


Even until the very last second of our separation, I still wondered if I was making the right choice. The question I had been asking almost everyday still rang in my ears; 'Must it really be either or?'


He smiled sadly, stepping back and turning away. The last thing I saw was his retreating back as he hurriedly walked away from me. He didn't want to see it. I closed my eyes, knowing what was to come next as a flash of silver-blue light filled the room. 



Hermione,” a voice called out. That was the last thing I heard before—

THUD!


Hermione woke up with a start, sweating profusely as she lay on the cold floor. She rubbed her eyes and scanned the room, remembering she was in her dorm room. Her sheets were on the floor around her waist. 


She squinted as she tried to remember what her dream was about but she was having a hard time making out who the boy was. Standing up from the cold marble that composed the floor, she took a seat on the bed. Somehow she was consumed by a wave of grief that she could not quite comprehend.


She closed her eyes, trying so hard to identify who the guy was. ‘Perhaps it was Harry’ she thought. ‘It sounded as if someone was about to die’.

She glanced at the clock on top of her desk and found that it was three in the morning. She figured that she probably wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep and so she decided to go downstairs and wait until everyone else got up. She supposed she could do a bit of reading.


As she made her way down the stairs she heard a cough from below. She stopped dead in her tracks and listened closely. There was shuffling in the common room. She gradually made her way down on the steps, carefully watching for any sign of movement.


“Hermione?” Harry inquired, perplexed. “Why aren’t you asleep?”


Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as she saw Harry Potter sitting in front of the fire, looking at her incredulously. 


“I could ask you the same question you know.” She smiled as she sat down beside him and planted a kiss on his cheek.


Harry put his arm around her, “Couldn’t sleep. I can’t stop thinking about the war.”


“Oh,” was her feeble reply as she tried to get in a comfortable position under his arm. “Harry I have faith in you; I'm sure we'll survive this. You'll defeat him, I know it.”


“That's not exactly what I was thinking about, Hermione. I’m afraid of what might happen to you and everyone else… So many lives have already been taken because of this war. Bill, Charlie, Hagrid... If I lose you next I...,” he pulled her closer to him.


It had been a very hectic year, she acknowledged mentally. The giants, the lycans, the vampires, and the dementors were all on the Dark Lord’s side. The final battle could happen at any moment. No one knew when the Dark side would strike, but they were prepared.


“You won’t Harry,” she assured him as she untangled herself from under his arm and looked her boyfriend straight in the eye. “I love you, Harry. You know how hard we've all been working, training for this. I can protect myself... whatever happens, I promise... I'll come back to you.”


He looked at her desperately, still not convinced. He sighed, knowing he was defeated. “Just be careful Hermione… I swear if I... if something were to happen." Harry looked into her chocolate-brown eyes deeply, “I'm someone who has nothing else to lose Hermione, but you.”


“Will you stop it?,” she said angrily. “I will not lose you, alright? And you are not going to lose me. You’re being way too dramatic. You're starting to sound like one of those cheesy movies my dad always made me watch,” she added jokingly before a lump jumped into her throat.


It had been well over three months since Hermione had found both her parents' lifeless bodies in the living room of her childhood home.


Harry said nothing as he pulled her into a tight embrace. After a few minutes, she pulled away and looked deeply into his emerald-green eyes before leaning closer and kissing him, gently at first before turning it into something deeper and passionate; their tongues seeking one another out as they slowly melded their mouths together. After one last soft kiss, she pulled away.


“I love you Harry…. always will,” she whispered into his ear, before closing his mouth with hers again. Harry’s mouth devoured hers, plunging his tongue deeper as his hands roamed her back. His every touch brought goose bumps up her neck and she whimpered softly. His hands were circling her back before it began to move to her stomach and gently moving upward.


Suddenly they heard a piercing scream coming from outside the common room. They both leaped up from the couch, pulling their wands out and breathing quite unevenly. Harry and Hermione ran through the common room to the door, slowly opening it. They were surprised to see all the people from the portraits running as if their lives depended on it.


“What’s going on?” Harry yelled at the portrait nearest him.


“THEY’RE HERE!!” a very frightened looking woman with a sheep tagging along behind her screamed as she was running.


They both knew who she was talking about. As if on cue, Professor McGonagall and Remus Lupin came running toward their common room.


“Professor!” Hermione cried.


“They’re here, we have to alert everyone. We must hide the students!” Professor McGonagall said, running inside the now vacant portrait door.


“What about the other houses?” Hermione asked.


“Their heads and some other members of the Order were sent there” Remus said. “Harry, the Marauder's Map!”


Harry quickly pulled the map from his back pocket. He had carried the map around with him since the start of the year as a precaution. He tapped the map and quickly whispered "I solenmly swear that I am up to no good."


“They are still on the grounds trying to get in the doors.”


“Let’s go,” Harry said. “We have to hold them off as long as we can, at least until the students can hide.”


“What about Ron?” Hermione asked worriedly, her eyes flying to Harry’s.


“Present,” he said as he stepped out of the Gryffindor common room. “McGonagall woke me up.”


“We must hurry," Remus said gravely. "The war is on." 


[a/n: VERY short chapter I know.. sorry about that...
what did you think of the story??? It got a bit corny and lame with all the romantic lines up there but there certainly won’t be one on the next chapter or anytime soon actually!!! The war is about to get bloody….]

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