[harry potter] alone in the woods
Title: Alone in the Woods
Author: aaronlisa
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and company.
Prompts: "into the woods, and out of the woods, and home before dark"
Notes: Written for cybermathwitch for whedonland. This is set during Deathly Hallows.
Summary: After Ron’s left them, Harry and Hermione’s feelings grow.
Word Count: 591
Hermione is sick of the woods, she is sick of the damp, the cold and the tent that is starting to smell of overripe boy. She is also rather angry over the fact that Ron has abandoned her and Harry to their fates because he had another temper tantrum. She had hoped and thought that with the seriousness of what they are undertaking that Ron would have possessed the maturity to keep his temper under control. Of course, Ron had proved her wrong.
As she trudges through the snow and makes her back to the tent after having gone to fetch them fresh water, Hermione can’t help but think of Ron. No doubt he is safely hidden away at the Burrow, warm with a stomach full of Molly’s good cooking. Right at this very moment, Hermione thinks that if her and Harry make it through this alive, the first thing that she’ll do when she sees Ron is to smack him and then curse him with something unpleasant.
Before she knows it she has arrived back at the campsite, she casts the spells to ensure that her wards weren’t tampered with before scurrying into the tent. In the tent, Harry is reading one of the many texts that she brought with her. He throws it down when he realizes that she has returned. She knows that he is just as frustrated with the whole situation as she is.
“One day, we’ll laugh over this,” Hermione says as she collapses beside him.
“I hope so,” Harry replies, his voice grim.
“Oh Harry,” Hermione begins before her voice fails her.
What can she say that will make this any better? They are in the middle of nowhere, Ron has taken off and is no doubt fairing much better than they are, and they’re both so sick and tired of being alone and having the weight of their task pressing down on them. When Harry wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her closer, Hermione complies and turns to face him. Before she knows it, Harry’s lips are pressing against her own and she leans into the kiss with a soft sigh.
Her mind turns itself off and she just enjoys Harry’s kisses until they both pull back, their breathing ragged.
“We shouldn’t,” Harry quietly says.
For a brief moment, Hermione thinks that Harry’s rejecting her because of Ron and maybe even Ginny. It’s not until his arm tightens around her waist to prevent her from moving away from him that she turns to face him again.
“Not until this is over, I don’t want to give him any more reason to harm you Hermione. You’re the only who’s always stood beside me. If he were to hurt you because…”
Harry’s voice falters and Hermione nods in response, she doesn’t need him to say it out loud to know that he loves her just as she loves him. She thinks that he’s being far too noble but she doesn’t voice it. There’s no point in arguing with him when he’s like this. Instead she’ll use that resolve to make them work harder so that they can figure out what they need to do next instead so that this can be over quicker. But for right now, she just wants to stay where she is with his arm curved around her and her head resting on his shoulder. She decides though that once they’re safely out of the woods and back home again, she’s going to spend a lot of time just kissing Harry.
**END**
Author: aaronlisa
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and company.
Prompts: "into the woods, and out of the woods, and home before dark"
Notes: Written for cybermathwitch for whedonland. This is set during Deathly Hallows.
Summary: After Ron’s left them, Harry and Hermione’s feelings grow.
Word Count: 591
Hermione is sick of the woods, she is sick of the damp, the cold and the tent that is starting to smell of overripe boy. She is also rather angry over the fact that Ron has abandoned her and Harry to their fates because he had another temper tantrum. She had hoped and thought that with the seriousness of what they are undertaking that Ron would have possessed the maturity to keep his temper under control. Of course, Ron had proved her wrong.
As she trudges through the snow and makes her back to the tent after having gone to fetch them fresh water, Hermione can’t help but think of Ron. No doubt he is safely hidden away at the Burrow, warm with a stomach full of Molly’s good cooking. Right at this very moment, Hermione thinks that if her and Harry make it through this alive, the first thing that she’ll do when she sees Ron is to smack him and then curse him with something unpleasant.
Before she knows it she has arrived back at the campsite, she casts the spells to ensure that her wards weren’t tampered with before scurrying into the tent. In the tent, Harry is reading one of the many texts that she brought with her. He throws it down when he realizes that she has returned. She knows that he is just as frustrated with the whole situation as she is.
“One day, we’ll laugh over this,” Hermione says as she collapses beside him.
“I hope so,” Harry replies, his voice grim.
“Oh Harry,” Hermione begins before her voice fails her.
What can she say that will make this any better? They are in the middle of nowhere, Ron has taken off and is no doubt fairing much better than they are, and they’re both so sick and tired of being alone and having the weight of their task pressing down on them. When Harry wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her closer, Hermione complies and turns to face him. Before she knows it, Harry’s lips are pressing against her own and she leans into the kiss with a soft sigh.
Her mind turns itself off and she just enjoys Harry’s kisses until they both pull back, their breathing ragged.
“We shouldn’t,” Harry quietly says.
For a brief moment, Hermione thinks that Harry’s rejecting her because of Ron and maybe even Ginny. It’s not until his arm tightens around her waist to prevent her from moving away from him that she turns to face him again.
“Not until this is over, I don’t want to give him any more reason to harm you Hermione. You’re the only who’s always stood beside me. If he were to hurt you because…”
Harry’s voice falters and Hermione nods in response, she doesn’t need him to say it out loud to know that he loves her just as she loves him. She thinks that he’s being far too noble but she doesn’t voice it. There’s no point in arguing with him when he’s like this. Instead she’ll use that resolve to make them work harder so that they can figure out what they need to do next instead so that this can be over quicker. But for right now, she just wants to stay where she is with his arm curved around her and her head resting on his shoulder. She decides though that once they’re safely out of the woods and back home again, she’s going to spend a lot of time just kissing Harry.
**END**