Fic: Perfect Moment v2 (01/01)
Title: Perfect Moment
Characters: Harry & Hermione
Rating: PG
Summary: A two version fic about the dancing scene from DH. This has ending #2
Notes: I wanna thank Papergirl from fanforum for beta both fics :)
Harry comes into the tent and takes a seat; Hermione looks pretty sad as she listens to the radio. It kills him seeing her like this and he can’t help but wish she didn’t have feelings for Ron. If she hadn’t had feelings for him she wouldn’t be like this, now that he’s gone.
The radio is not broadcasting its usual bulletin of deaths - it’s a rather sweet song and an idea comes up into Harry’s mind.
He gets up and walks toward her … he doesn’t really know if he should ask her or just go for it. In the end he puts his hand forward, silently asking her for a dance. She looks up at his hand, unsure if she should take up on his offer or not.
She takes his hand and he helps her get up. Before they start to dance Harry remembers she’s wearing the locket. Very gently he takes it off her neck and tosses it on the bed.
The moment he touches her neck, a shiver goes down both of their spines even though neither has wanted to give it its proper meaning.
Slowly, he brings her to the middle of the tent and, tentatively, they start to dance. He is still unable to properly dance, but he doesn’t really care. In this moment, it doesn’t matter.
In this moment there is no forest, there’s no tent, there’s no Ron-shaped hole in both their hearts, there’s no Ginny pining for Harry, there’s no Voldemort, there’s no hiding, no Horcruxes.
This moment is just about Harry and Hermione. Two teenagers who have been through more pain and hardship than anyone else they know. They’re just trying to find a small moment of happiness to hold on to in the ugliness that surrounds them.
The dance is a perfect combination of fast and slow moments. A perfect balance of sadness and happiness. It is the perfect recipe to set their friendship on fire.
Hermione is no longer fighting the smiles on her face. She’s having fun and she can’t deny that only Harry can manage to light her up in times of darkness in these moments.
She holds on to him, not really wanting to let go and he does the same. They sway until the music ends, and with it so does their perfect moment.
He is hypnotized by her lips and for a fraction of a second he thinks about kissing her, but then the moment is gone.
He feels her soft lips on his, her hands surrounding his neck. His body responds automatically and he puts his hands on her waist, wrapping her in a hug and closing the distance between them, and he kisses back.
The kiss slowly deepens.
Harry has always wondered what it would feel like kissing Hermione, but he has always labeled that thought as a simple curiosity of a boy who has a female best friend. But, deep down he knows it’s not the truth.
Whatever theories he might have had about how it would feel pales in comparison to this kiss.
It’s right, it’s sweet and delicate … just like Hermione. It’s also filled with need and desire, just like him. It’s tentative, exploring, just like the state of their relationship right now. It’s desperate and sad, just like their feelings before the dance. It’s happy and welcomed, just like their feelings about the dance.
It feels like a lifetime and when they break for air neither says a word, because they don’t need to … they just get each other.
She puts her head in the crook of his neck, placing one hand on his heart. He wraps her around with one arm and he caresses her hair.
They both close their eyes, savoring the taste of each other, feeling a little more hopeful about the future than they have been before.
A lot can happen, especially pain and bad things but they’ll always have the perfect moment to hold on to.
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Characters: Harry & Hermione
Rating: PG
Summary: A two version fic about the dancing scene from DH. This has ending #2
Notes: I wanna thank Papergirl from fanforum for beta both fics :)
Harry comes into the tent and takes a seat; Hermione looks pretty sad as she listens to the radio. It kills him seeing her like this and he can’t help but wish she didn’t have feelings for Ron. If she hadn’t had feelings for him she wouldn’t be like this, now that he’s gone.
The radio is not broadcasting its usual bulletin of deaths - it’s a rather sweet song and an idea comes up into Harry’s mind.
He gets up and walks toward her … he doesn’t really know if he should ask her or just go for it. In the end he puts his hand forward, silently asking her for a dance. She looks up at his hand, unsure if she should take up on his offer or not.
She takes his hand and he helps her get up. Before they start to dance Harry remembers she’s wearing the locket. Very gently he takes it off her neck and tosses it on the bed.
The moment he touches her neck, a shiver goes down both of their spines even though neither has wanted to give it its proper meaning.
Slowly, he brings her to the middle of the tent and, tentatively, they start to dance. He is still unable to properly dance, but he doesn’t really care. In this moment, it doesn’t matter.
In this moment there is no forest, there’s no tent, there’s no Ron-shaped hole in both their hearts, there’s no Ginny pining for Harry, there’s no Voldemort, there’s no hiding, no Horcruxes.
This moment is just about Harry and Hermione. Two teenagers who have been through more pain and hardship than anyone else they know. They’re just trying to find a small moment of happiness to hold on to in the ugliness that surrounds them.
The dance is a perfect combination of fast and slow moments. A perfect balance of sadness and happiness. It is the perfect recipe to set their friendship on fire.
Hermione is no longer fighting the smiles on her face. She’s having fun and she can’t deny that only Harry can manage to light her up in times of darkness in these moments.
She holds on to him, not really wanting to let go and he does the same. They sway until the music ends, and with it so does their perfect moment.
He is hypnotized by her lips and for a fraction of a second he thinks about kissing her, but then the moment is gone.
He feels her soft lips on his, her hands surrounding his neck. His body responds automatically and he puts his hands on her waist, wrapping her in a hug and closing the distance between them, and he kisses back.
The kiss slowly deepens.
Harry has always wondered what it would feel like kissing Hermione, but he has always labeled that thought as a simple curiosity of a boy who has a female best friend. But, deep down he knows it’s not the truth.
Whatever theories he might have had about how it would feel pales in comparison to this kiss.
It’s right, it’s sweet and delicate … just like Hermione. It’s also filled with need and desire, just like him. It’s tentative, exploring, just like the state of their relationship right now. It’s desperate and sad, just like their feelings before the dance. It’s happy and welcomed, just like their feelings about the dance.
It feels like a lifetime and when they break for air neither says a word, because they don’t need to … they just get each other.
She puts her head in the crook of his neck, placing one hand on his heart. He wraps her around with one arm and he caresses her hair.
They both close their eyes, savoring the taste of each other, feeling a little more hopeful about the future than they have been before.
A lot can happen, especially pain and bad things but they’ll always have the perfect moment to hold on to.
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