No One Else (Sequel to Only You)

The Locket

^^thats Logan Lerman. Even though this is random and he is completely irrelevant to the story, I think he is kinda cute😊 anyway, enjoy this chappie my lovlies, even though it sucks butt. 😭

Also; this chapter is a shorter one as well. I've been on a bit of a writers block lately- ever know what you want to write but can't write it? That's me.

Well anyway, enjoy this chapter, or don't. Please please pretty please vote and comment! I love you guys' funny comments! Even though I don't always respond, I see every single one!

And I know this is late, but has anyone seen Insurgent yet?😍😍😍

It is was perfection. But not as perfection as Harry Potter.

K bai 😂

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Hermione clasps her hands around her shirt while her lips continue to kiss Harry's. Her mind is pulling her into a million different directions. Her one thought is to let Harry control her. But, she knows where that will lead. She's too young. She's too fragile. Besides, there is a mission that is to be upheld. As much as Hermione loves Harry, she can't show this type of affection to her yet. She pulls away from Harry with her eyes still closed from the kiss. She is smiling slightly, but also shakes her head.

"Not yet." She fixes her hands so they are on top of Harry's and opens her eyes to look at his, and hey are soft and delicate, like pillows that are allowing her to lay down.

Harry nods, and tilts his head towards the pillow and lays down.

Hermione follows his movements, and pushes her head into his chest. "For now, just hold me, and call me yours. Can you do that?"

Harry hesitates for a moment, and then quickly nods. He wraps his arms around her body and she is struck with a wave of warm air. A sparky feeling is like an electric current through her body that she doesn't want to stop. Hermione giggles softly into her boyfriends chest, and sighs.

"I knew this would happen again, just not so suddenly." She whispered, her smile only getting wider. "But I'm so glad that it did. I don't know if I would have waited any longer."

Hermione can feel Harry's chest contracting slightly as he laughs, his eyes beginning to close. "I'm sorry. I was just scared. When I broke up with you, I knew that our relationship wouldn't be the same. But it I didn't know that it would be so broken. I really am sorry, Mione." Harry says in a low tone.

Hermione has too many thoughts to respond, and Harry takes this as a negative aspect and frowns. "In third year, Remus said that the only thing I fear is fear itself, but he was wrong. In the end, my only fear is loosing you, and Ron, and the people I care about."

Hermione sits up slowly and looks at Harry's eyes, which have just began to glisten with tears. His face crinkles in a depressed expression, and begins to cry. At first, it's tear by tear, which Hermione is easily able to help him by. She wipes the tears from his cheeks and smiles at him.

"Hey," she says. He doesn't look up at her, just continues to sob quietly. "Harry!" Hermione says sharply.

Harry looks up with red eyes, embarrassed of his own action.

"I love you." She whispers, caressing his face with her delicate hands. "So much,"

She leans down and gently kisses his cheek and returns to her usual position.

Harry has to pull himself together before smiling, and mouthing the four words, 'I love you too'.

Sometimes, that's all you need to hear. Is that someone, out there in that large world, loves you, and cares about you.