No One Else (Sequel to Only You)

No One Else

This story takes place during DH, and I haven't decided if I'll do another one after that, but I'll know when I get there:) plz keep voting and commenting on my other stories, even though one is completed, I'd really appreciate it, and obviously please vote for this one too:) this story will also mostly be in Hermione's POV. The story may or may not run into DHP2😊

Well, here it is. Please don't throw tomatoes at me cuz the story honestly sux..🍅

And if you don't ship Harmione and will get really angry if you read it, this is not the story for you. You've been warned😂

I also advise that you read Only You before you read this one if you haven't already, you might get a little confused but it's up to you😋

\\Hermione\\

I suck in my cheeks as the broom that Ron and I are mounted on arrived at Privet Drive. I know I loved Harry before, and I still do, but I had to keep my emotions in. I mean, he broke up with me. That must mean that he doesn't like me, right? I mean, I hoped he still liked me. As a friend at least. There was no reason why he shouldn't. I did nothing wrong.

Ron helped me down from my broom and threw his backpack over his shoulder. Last year at Hogwarts, wasn't the best for us. I've grown slightly to accept him and Lavender, but it was still processing in the back of my mind..which meant, his relationship isn't the only thing I think about. So I guess you could say I forgave  him, even though I was always mad at him for some reason anyway.

Hagrid was already approaching the steps by the time my feet touch the ground. I couldn't wait to see Harry, but I knew he was going to be mad at me for wanting to risk my life for him again, being so selfless and overprotective of anybody that he loves. He was getting moved today, and we had to be extra careful, or else Voldemort would find him. And I would never let that happen. We were the Golden Trio. Protecting that title meant the world to me.

Ron pushed past me and ran up to the door. And a gasp escaped my lips as I saw a boy standing in the doorway. He looked exactly the same as he did when I last saw him. Maybe a little bit cuter.

I approached him slowly. The last time I did see him, we were leaving Hogwarts, possibly for the last time. To be truthful, I've never stopped loving Harry. He promised he would never leave me, and I am waiting for him to fulfill that promise.

I made my way past Hagrid and laughed once I saw Harry being crushed by Ron. I pulled him up and lazily pushed him away.

"Get off of him Ronald!"

I flexed out a hand for Harry to take and he gladly excepted, lacing his fingers in mine. There were so many memories with this. Whenever he held my hand, I felt happy, reborn, and protected.

I had to shake these thoughts out of my head. But it was a very hard thing to do. My memories with Harry have been very pleasant. Some more than others, and some very difficult. But I love Harry. Not loved, love.

I help him to his feet and he immediately clasps his arms around my body. I'm shocked at first, but I squeeze him back to the point where he is gasping for breath. I've missed his black ruffs of hair getting tangled in my face, and the fact that he has to stand on his toes to hug me..

I pulled away and smiled at him.

"Hermione," his hands traced circles around the small of my back, sending chills of anticipation down my spine. I loved when he did that whenever we hugged. I thought  Harry could  feel me shuddering, because he stopped and his cheeks reddened.

"You look good, Harry," I said. I actually did not mean to say that. It just came out, like word vomit.

"Yeah, I know." He smirks. "But you know, despite my dashing good looks, my heart is broken without, have my mum, my dad, Sirius, and all the others that have died. It's so incredibly lonely here, by myself."