No One Else (Sequel to Only You)

Predictions

Harry sat in his bed, his eyes peeled open. He examined the cloth that was yards above his face, and concentrated as the rain drop sized holes left dents in the tent, and listened to the pounding of it against the trees and the leaves. It was beautiful and peaceful to behold.

Harry turned on his side and looked at Hermione, who was trying to make the best out of her slumber. She was constantly whimpering and turning from side to side, flopping like a fish out of water. Harry could tell she was having a nightmare, and that it was about her parents.

But he couldn't help her. He felt that he had to keep his distance from her so she could be safe. He felt that this whole situation was a pitiful act. That he and Hermione were both lonely and needed to be consoled by another, so they chose each other. He was ashamed to feel that he only fell in love with Hermione because he was so devastated about Ginny, and about everything else that was happening in his life. He also thought that Hermione deserved better than him. She was writhing in her sleep, trying to escape from something dark and cruel that all living beings faced. Nightmares.

He tried to ignore it, but she grew louder, more rambunctious. Her movements escalated into more sharp and frigid, and she began to cry.

Harry turned over so he was no longer facing her but guilt overwhelmed him to a point that he couldn't bare. He sat upright just as Hermione flopped again, her hands and forehead dripping sweat as she grasped her sheets.

Finally, like a dagger to the chest, Hermione sat up, screaming, "NO!"

She was breathing quickly and heavily, and glanced over to where Harry was sitting and continued to huff as if she hasn't had air in years. She sobs as she collapsed back onto her pillow and buries her face in it.

Harry, now exploding with guilt, decided to do something.

"Mione," he said, barely audible.

She continued to wail into her pillow, distressed of her latest nightmare.

"Mione," he repeated, louder. Her sobbing softened, but she did not lift her head. Harry continued, still cautious on whether he should do this or not. "You can sleep with me if you want."

Hermione lifted her head up slowly and Harry could finally see her face. Her nose was running, her hair a mess, her eyes were red and puffy, along with her lips, and her body still quivering.

She was traumatized.

Hermione thought for a second, then lifted the covers off of her body. She gasped as the cold floor touches her bare feet, and then hobbled over to Harry's bed. She hesitated for a second, before sitting down on his bed and looking directly into his sad eyes.

"I'm sorry to wake you up." She said softly, wiping her eyes.

"Oh no, I've been awake. You didn't seem to wake Ron though," Harry said, trying to lighten the mood. Hermione gave a shaky laugh and then shuddered. Harry invited her under the covers, and she smiled slightly before nodding. Her warm bare legs touched Harry's legs, and her body heat gave him instant pleasure. She smiled as she lay her head on his pillow, as he did the same.

"Was it your parents?" He said once they were both settled and comfortable.

Hermione looked down and through her watered eyes, Harry saw her nod.

"They were tortured, just like Neville's parents. Then their minds were occupied by death eaters under the Imperius Curse. They were going to find you and murder you, and then be killed by You-Know-Who..." She said, getting choked up again.

Harry, at a complete loss for words, frowned sympathetically and looked down. "I'm so sorry."

"I feel guilt. I wish I were with them, but at the same time, I could never leave you or Ron." "