Hermione POV
Ron left three weeks ago. It's only been Harry and I, in this tent, on the run, for that long now. I used to think I was in pag-ibig with Ron. His absence made me realize, that I was mistaken. If I really loved him, it would be him that filled my thoughts before I fell asleep at night. But it wasn't his face I saw just before I sleep. It's Harrys'. And in my dreams, when I'm in a world I can only wish to be a part of, I'm with Harry. Not like I'm with him now though. Now, we're only friends. In my dreams, we're something more.
Harry fell asleep on the sopa about a half oras ago. I've been scanning the newspapers we've managed to get a hold of when we use the invisibility balabal to go into town. But I can't concentrate. Every minuto or so, my eyes tend to drift over to watch Harry, in his sleeping form. I can't help it. When he's sleeping, he's not worried anymore. He looks as if he's forgotten about the war, Nawawala in his dreams. He looks innocent, he's not thinking about Voldemort. I wish he could always look like that. He looks like an angel in his sleep. I sigh, and give up looking through the paper, and settle for watching Harry sleep.
It sounds creepy, like I am a stalker, but I've been watching him sleep since Ron left. When he's asleep, he can't tanong my longing stares. I wonder about what he's dreaming about. I wish he was dreaming about me, but he was probably dreaming of Ginny, who is much prettier than I can ever wish to be.
Usually, once I'm too tired to watch anymore I go to sleep. Sometimes I have too much on my mind to sleep. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep. Usually it's one or the other. I don't usually have a good nights rest. But I try to be strong; I don't want to be one of those girls that depend on the boy she loves to live. That's not who I am. If I find out Harry doesn't pag-ibig me, I'll be able to ilipat on. It might take a while, but I'll have mga kaibigan to help me.
Harry POV
His Dream
Suddenly I'm in a different world. Suddenly, Voldemort and I are dueling in the forest, a forest I know to be the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. I don't know how I got here, I don't know how I'm holding my own against Voldemort, all I know is I must find Hermione. I can't die without her knowing how I feel.
There's a crowd surrounding Voldemort and I. They are watching our duel like it is a TV show. I feel my wand moving on it's own, and I don't understand what is going on. Everything is moving all so fast. I try to look through the crowd for Hermione, but they are all a blur. I can't make out any of the faces. But I do recognize that some Death Eaters are also spectators, their masks are not difficult to miss.
I feel panic; I'm surrounded sa pamamagitan ng Death Eaters and dueling with Voldemort. But believe it or not, that is not why I am panicking. I'm panicking because I don't know where Hermione is, and I've never told her that I pag-ibig her.
Memories flash through my mind, a significant one from each year. In first year, when Ron and I saved her from the troll, and she became our friend. In segundo year, when she helped so diligently to figure out the mystery of the Chamber of Secrets. In third year, when it was only she and I, holding hands, running away from the werewolf. In fourth year, when she stayed up late with me to help me with the tasks of the Tri Wizard Tournament. In fifth year, when she helped me to get over the death of my beloved Godfather, Sirius. And finally in sixth year, when I thought she was falling in pag-ibig with Ron, not me.
Suddenly, anger surged through me. I hear myself shout "Avada Kedavra!" and I watch as the green light strikes Voldemort in the chest, I watch my enemy fall.
All I can hear is the celebration of the people surrounding me. I should be happy, I should be celebrating like they are. But I'm not. Desperately, I'm trying to make out the faces. I can't. They're all blurs.
"Hermione! Hermione, where are you? HERMIONE!" I yell, searching for her. She needs to be here. I can't celebrate without knowing she's okay.
Hermione POV
I don't know how long I've been watching Harry. I think it's time to go to kama myself. I don't want him to wake up to see me starring at him. I sigh, stand up and start to walk into another room to get read to sleep. At least try to sleep, that is.
"Hermione! Hermione, where are you? HERMIONE!" I hear Harry yelling. Why is he yelling my name? Oh gosh, he's having another nightmare. I have to wake him up.
I run over to him, and shake him until he's awake. "It's all right Harry, you were only having a nightmare, I'm right here," I whispered to him.
"I was dreaming?" Harry asks, while wiping the sleep away from his eyes.
"Well it was madami of a nightmare. I heard you screaming," I tell him.
"What was I screaming?" He asks, now looking at me.
I blush slightly before saying, "My name."
"Oh," He says. "Well, since it was only a dream, I have to tell you something…" He says, trailing off.
"Yes, Harry?" I ask.
"I-I pag-ibig you, Hermione," He says. I smile slightly at him. He must have dreamed something bad happened to me.
"I pag-ibig you too Harry, you know that" I say, "Now, we really should get to sleep. Good night Harry," I say, and stand to walk away.
"No, Hermione!" Harry yells after me. Once I turn, he continues, "I don't only pag-ibig you, I'm in pag-ibig with you," He says, and he looks down suddenly, probably afraid of rejection.
A smile lights up my face as I say, "I'm in pag-ibig with you too Harry!" I run over to his bed, and he pulls me under the covers with him. I hear myself giggle. That's not like me. But than again, I've never been in pag-ibig with anyone before. Harry touches his lips to mine lightly, and in that moment the only thing I can think of is him and I. Right now, us being together is all that matters.
Ron left three weeks ago. It's only been Harry and I, in this tent, on the run, for that long now. I used to think I was in pag-ibig with Ron. His absence made me realize, that I was mistaken. If I really loved him, it would be him that filled my thoughts before I fell asleep at night. But it wasn't his face I saw just before I sleep. It's Harrys'. And in my dreams, when I'm in a world I can only wish to be a part of, I'm with Harry. Not like I'm with him now though. Now, we're only friends. In my dreams, we're something more.
Harry fell asleep on the sopa about a half oras ago. I've been scanning the newspapers we've managed to get a hold of when we use the invisibility balabal to go into town. But I can't concentrate. Every minuto or so, my eyes tend to drift over to watch Harry, in his sleeping form. I can't help it. When he's sleeping, he's not worried anymore. He looks as if he's forgotten about the war, Nawawala in his dreams. He looks innocent, he's not thinking about Voldemort. I wish he could always look like that. He looks like an angel in his sleep. I sigh, and give up looking through the paper, and settle for watching Harry sleep.
It sounds creepy, like I am a stalker, but I've been watching him sleep since Ron left. When he's asleep, he can't tanong my longing stares. I wonder about what he's dreaming about. I wish he was dreaming about me, but he was probably dreaming of Ginny, who is much prettier than I can ever wish to be.
Usually, once I'm too tired to watch anymore I go to sleep. Sometimes I have too much on my mind to sleep. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep. Usually it's one or the other. I don't usually have a good nights rest. But I try to be strong; I don't want to be one of those girls that depend on the boy she loves to live. That's not who I am. If I find out Harry doesn't pag-ibig me, I'll be able to ilipat on. It might take a while, but I'll have mga kaibigan to help me.
Harry POV
His Dream
Suddenly I'm in a different world. Suddenly, Voldemort and I are dueling in the forest, a forest I know to be the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. I don't know how I got here, I don't know how I'm holding my own against Voldemort, all I know is I must find Hermione. I can't die without her knowing how I feel.
There's a crowd surrounding Voldemort and I. They are watching our duel like it is a TV show. I feel my wand moving on it's own, and I don't understand what is going on. Everything is moving all so fast. I try to look through the crowd for Hermione, but they are all a blur. I can't make out any of the faces. But I do recognize that some Death Eaters are also spectators, their masks are not difficult to miss.
I feel panic; I'm surrounded sa pamamagitan ng Death Eaters and dueling with Voldemort. But believe it or not, that is not why I am panicking. I'm panicking because I don't know where Hermione is, and I've never told her that I pag-ibig her.
Memories flash through my mind, a significant one from each year. In first year, when Ron and I saved her from the troll, and she became our friend. In segundo year, when she helped so diligently to figure out the mystery of the Chamber of Secrets. In third year, when it was only she and I, holding hands, running away from the werewolf. In fourth year, when she stayed up late with me to help me with the tasks of the Tri Wizard Tournament. In fifth year, when she helped me to get over the death of my beloved Godfather, Sirius. And finally in sixth year, when I thought she was falling in pag-ibig with Ron, not me.
Suddenly, anger surged through me. I hear myself shout "Avada Kedavra!" and I watch as the green light strikes Voldemort in the chest, I watch my enemy fall.
All I can hear is the celebration of the people surrounding me. I should be happy, I should be celebrating like they are. But I'm not. Desperately, I'm trying to make out the faces. I can't. They're all blurs.
"Hermione! Hermione, where are you? HERMIONE!" I yell, searching for her. She needs to be here. I can't celebrate without knowing she's okay.
Hermione POV
I don't know how long I've been watching Harry. I think it's time to go to kama myself. I don't want him to wake up to see me starring at him. I sigh, stand up and start to walk into another room to get read to sleep. At least try to sleep, that is.
"Hermione! Hermione, where are you? HERMIONE!" I hear Harry yelling. Why is he yelling my name? Oh gosh, he's having another nightmare. I have to wake him up.
I run over to him, and shake him until he's awake. "It's all right Harry, you were only having a nightmare, I'm right here," I whispered to him.
"I was dreaming?" Harry asks, while wiping the sleep away from his eyes.
"Well it was madami of a nightmare. I heard you screaming," I tell him.
"What was I screaming?" He asks, now looking at me.
I blush slightly before saying, "My name."
"Oh," He says. "Well, since it was only a dream, I have to tell you something…" He says, trailing off.
"Yes, Harry?" I ask.
"I-I pag-ibig you, Hermione," He says. I smile slightly at him. He must have dreamed something bad happened to me.
"I pag-ibig you too Harry, you know that" I say, "Now, we really should get to sleep. Good night Harry," I say, and stand to walk away.
"No, Hermione!" Harry yells after me. Once I turn, he continues, "I don't only pag-ibig you, I'm in pag-ibig with you," He says, and he looks down suddenly, probably afraid of rejection.
A smile lights up my face as I say, "I'm in pag-ibig with you too Harry!" I run over to his bed, and he pulls me under the covers with him. I hear myself giggle. That's not like me. But than again, I've never been in pag-ibig with anyone before. Harry touches his lips to mine lightly, and in that moment the only thing I can think of is him and I. Right now, us being together is all that matters.
