I wish you were mine - Harry x Hermione
Ah, I love to be back! ❤
Here’s a little thing about Harmione, when they were on run and came back from Godric’s Hollow. It was great pleasure to write this! 🎉
If you’re gonna like it, I’m going to write another part really soon 💖💖💖
They are in the middle of nowhere.
Literally, nowhere.
Forest of Dean was the first thing that crossed Hermione’s mind but living there, even if the matter was temporary, required resources and they hadn’t got any, if she was being completely frank with herself. Harry is in so catastrophic condition that she cannot put herself together properly. It was sheer luck that they’d escaped Voldemort, even though it seemed that they should die right there, in Godric’s Hollow.
Now he’s lying there, barely breathing, and she cannot stop panicking. She has no supplies at all – no food, no medications, she can’t even start the fire because it would be too dangerous, at least for now. One thing she could do was to melt the snow so Harry (and also Hermione) could have a drink. However, he didn’t drink too much before he passed out. Hermione was pleased that they both survived and extremely worried about Harry’s condition. He was breathing heavily, unconscious and hurt – his arm was burned in several places, his face dirty and scratched, just as was his hand.
Hermione sat on the folding bed and tried not to cry. She was so helpless and practically, on the verge of breakdown. They are in fucking shithole, without food, left completely alone, and right now powerless. She had no idea if Harry wasn’t badly injured, maybe he needs professional help and right now the only thing she can offer him is a cup of water. Hermione tried to get herself together. Maybe the situation isn’t exactly favourable for them but she is Hermione Granger and she won't let Harry get hurt any more, let alone die when she takes the guard.
She broke off her bed and for the next few minutes searched her purse for anything that could help her dress Harry's wounds. Finally, she found something like a first-aid kit and a few potions to help her with cleansing the wounds. She got down to work right away, not yet realizing that there was so much of it. She cleaned the wounds with the greatest care, sewed two of them, and then secured everything with dressings or bandages. She knew, however, that the deepest wounds were those not visible to the naked eye. She was afraid of what would happen when Harry woke up and found out that his wand was no longer suitable for anything.
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Harry woke up the next afternoon. Hermione managed to light a fire and cook the soup from herbs she found in the bag. It may not have been the best meal, but it was certainly better than nothing at all. She was sitting outside by the fire when Harry came out of the tent. He wasn't going to scare her but she shivered anyway when she saw him – he had no idea if the reason was the cold or him.
“I’m glad you’re awake. How are you feeling?” she asked, and he could tell that she was horribly warried.
“I’m alright, ‘Mione. Thank you.”
“For what? I didn’t do anything.”
She looked miserable and tired. Harry wondered, if she slept at all.
“You took care of me. I don’t remember much but I know you did your best. I’m not in the best condition, but thanks to you I could get up fairly easy.
She smiled a little, and that made him feel better too. There was something about her smile, so familiar and warm... If someone had ever asked him what home is to him, he could have said without hesitation that when Hermione smiles, he feels at home. However, her smile quickly disappeared and again he saw only the anxiety on her face.
“What are you so worried about?”
Hermione smiled sadly and pulled out his broken wand from under the blanket she was sitting on.
“I’m so sorry, Harry. I tried to get us out of there and probably the spell has bounced off something and... I'm sorry, I don't know how to fix it.”
Harry just sighed and slowly sat down next to her. He looked at the wand, put it down and then smiled.
"You're amazing. If it wasn't for you, Voldemort would probably have gotten us a long time ago."
She blushed on his words, and he grabbed her hand.
"Come on, it's just... "
"And you made dinner out of nothing. I have no idea how I would have managed without you," he said, not letting her finish, which made her cheeks even more red.
“Oh, stop it, Harry. I was doing everything what I could to keep you alive.”
“And you did a great job. So thank you” he said, and after that, they’d gone silent for a few minutes.
At the time Harry was thinking about Ron, probably for the thousandth time since he left. He still hasn't found the answer to the question of whether it was Horcrux who changed Ron so much or whether it was his conscious decision. He missed his friend, but also cursed him in his thoughts. Hermione was in terrible shape when he left them. Harry couldn't understand how at such crucial moments Ron could only think of himself. Hermione was very important to Harry, he valued and respected her, and tried to understand it all, but every day he became more reluctant to Ron because of what he did to Hermione.
"I can't understand..." he started out loud before he could stop.
"Hm?" she asked Hermione, looking straight at Harry.
Harry was silent for a few more moments.
"Forgive me for what I say, but..."
She raised her eyebrow curiously.
"Yes, Harry?"
"He doesn't deserve you," he admitted honestly, knowing she'd probably yell at him right away.
But she only looked at him sadly and squeezed his hand a little tighter.
"I'm starting to think so too," she whispered, still with sadness in her voice.
Harry hugged her and they sat like this for a while. He wanted to comfort her, whatever he could do to make her feel better. But he didn't say the second part of his thought aloud. He didn't even know how to put it in words.
I wish I deserved you. I wish you were mine.
