No One Else (Sequel to Only You)

Unconditional Love

Harry tumbles on top of Hermione. The potion wore off. She was her beautiful self again. Her eyes have fluttered shut, and her face grows pale. Harry is motionless, from the second the red light hit her shoulder, he felt that the love of his life was dead. He continued to stare at her, waiting for her to move. He suddenly sees her chest rise and fall slightly. He exhales in relief and leans down to kiss her forehead.

"Don't ever scare me like that again." Harry whispers into her ear, while kissing her neck. He didn't know what was happening with them. They were just expressing their feelings towards each other in a more, physical way. And, Harry enjoyed it very much, rather than not being able to look at her without an explosion of awkwardness towering over them.

A hand roughly punches his shoulder. "Grab her. It's time to go!" Ron says, trying to pull Harry and the unconscious Hermione up at the same time.

"Not so fast!" Squeals an annoying voice, that anyone can recognize by the second. Dolores Umbridge whips around the corner with her wand firm in her hand, and that same insane look on her face that Harry always sees plastered upon her. But the locket. She has the locket wrapped around her neck. Harry knew he had to get it. If he didn't get it, he most likely wouldn't be able to return to the Ministry. If he did, the grudge would only be higher for Harry's capture.

He glances to Ron, who nods.

"What should I do with you, huh Potter? Bury you alive? Finish what was to be started before that idiot Granger got in the way? Or, should I just give you to the Dark Lord.." Her eye twitches. "How much gold do you think I would receive? How many fortunes?"

"You hurt my girlfriend. I'm not letting you off the hook easy. Ron!"

Ron turns to Dolores and points his wand at her chest. "Avada Kedavra!" A flashing green light erupts from Ron's wand and it blasts Dolores directly in the heart. The lady that once tortured Harry with words tumbled to the ground, never to breath again.

"Ron! I didn't say kill her! What were you thinking!" Harry screams, not sure whether he should feel relieved or sympathetic.

"I was thinking, we gotta get the bloody hell out of here! Come on!" Ron tugs on Harry's arm, but he resists. Ron notices other doors. People are coming in, and the first thing they see is Dolores Umbridge dead on the floor. The next thing they see, is the boy on the wanted posters.

"What about Hermione?" Harry asks persistently. He pins to her side and looks down at her face. "We can't leave her. They will torture her."

"Carry her. Come on!" Ron says for the last time before grabbing Harry's arm.

Harry gently strokes Hermione's hair before pulling her on his back, with his arm wrapped around his.

Harry began to run, as well as Ron, because the guards began to chase them.

"ITS HARRY POTTER!" One voice yelled.

"ITS RON WEASLEY, HARRY POTTER'S SIDEKICK!" Boomed another.

"GET THEM, AND RETURN THEM TO THE DARK LORD, SO WE MAY GET OUR REWARD!" A final voice screamed over the others.

"CALL HIM!"

"Ron, run faster!" Harry is loosing everything. His breath, his speed.. He might even loose Hermione. While running, of course, he glances at her limp body and her perfect features.

"Don't leave." Harry said to her unsteadily, as she was on his back still. "We are going to get through this together. Okay?"

But of course, there was no response.

Harry frowns slightly but then focuses on the present tense, where Ron is reaching out to Harry. They join hands and disappear, from the mob of angry Death Eaters that were prepared for the reward in return of giving Harry Potter to the Dark Lord.

Harry closed his eyes as he stretched here and there, and then bolted to a whole new environment in seconds. Woods. All woods. Brown and red leaves crunched under his shoes, along with the snaggy twigs that have fallen from the high mounted trees, or have dropped from the nearby bushes.

Harry, completely out of breath and extremely tired, gently lay the still unconscious Hermione on the rough leafy surface and collapsed next to her.

"see, I told you. We are getting through this together." Harry was about to release everything and close his eyes for a hopefully deep slumber, but was interrupted by the crunching of Ron's shoes breaking the leaves.

"I put up a tent." Ron says quietly.

"Already?" Harry leans up, astonished.

"Yeah. Don't lay on this dirty ground. There are three beds in there. You can put Hermione on one of them. I'm going to make the enchantments, then I'm going hunting."

"Hunting?"

"Mhmm. My dad taught me how to make traps. Wizard traps, of course. You'll be okay?"

"Yeah." Harry says, cracking his neck.

Ron nods, then turns to leave. Harry feeling like there is more to say, stops him.

"Thank you. For er, bringing us here. I'd have bitten the dust without you, mate." Harry says, looking Ron into the eyes. After all that's happened, even though at many points Ron has been a pure pain, he decided to stay with Harry and help him. And so far, he has done a great job.

"You're welcome, Harry. And the same goes for me.." His voice trails off, and there is an unsteady silence between the two boys, before Ron just nods curtly and walks off, murmuring spells that protect or shield a circle around the campsite. It's obvious that Voldemort has Death Eaters searching the globe for Harry. It was basically just proved back at the Ministry.

Harry looks at Hermione, and sees that her face has its normal color again, and her eyes seem to be blinking. Harry takes this as a good thing and grabs her waist.

He carries her bridal style up the leafy, wet, mushy mountains, and finally sees the camp. It's a small, pathetic little thing from the outside, but Ron used a special spell, that allows for the tent to expand dramatically on the inside.

He smiles, and lays her down on the bed. She stretches, and Harry jumps in excitement to see that she is alright.

But she doesn't wake up, she turns over to her side and falls back to sleep. Harry watches her batty eyelashes touch the bottoms of her eyes when she sleeps, and the slight rising and falling of her chest.

He is, exhausted, as mentioned before, but he feels that Hermione is more important. He pulls up a chair that is next to Hermione's bed, and gently pursues her hand.

She can feel it, because she wraps her fingers around Harry's and rubs them together. He can feel her fingers stop moving and can tell that she has gone back to sleep. He might as well get some too.

//Hermione//

I wake up with something warm touching my hand. I open my eyes and see Harry, his head buried into my bed asleep, trying to make the most comfortable being out of it. I smile at him, and bring my free hand up to stroke his hair. He stirs, and then raises his head up.

Without any words, I sit up and wrap my arms around his neck tightly. He returns the hug, and I suddenly feel like the happiest person in the world. I am awake, and I have returned to my Harry Potter.

And nothing is better than that.

Nothing.

Sorry the last chapter was stupid af but I tried to make it up to you with this one! And yeah, Umbridge is dead.

But Harmione😍❤️

~D