15. Scars Make You Beautiful (Harmony/Harmione, After the War)
Hermione always comforted Harry over his scar. Hermione's now insecure about hers. It's time to return the favor.
"Hermione?" Harry whispered quietly, tentatively walking over to the still girl. Hermione didn't look at him, her eyes still glued to the same spot. Her sleeve was rolled up, as it often was on these unfriendly nights. Harry let out a soft yawn before seating himself beside his best friend. He tucked a strand of hair out of her face before gently slipping his hand into hers. The pair didn't speak, with only the sound of crackling fire in front of them.
Neither knew how much time passed before Hermione let out a barely audible hiccup. It wasn't long before she was fully sobbing silently, burying her face in Harry's chest. Harry drew their intertwined hands closer and wrapped his free hand around her back.
"Mione?" Harry mumbled with a wince, as she squeezed his arm painfully.
"It's so disgusting..." Her voice was muffled by the fabric, but Harry knew what this was about.
"Oh Mione..." Harry sighed slightly, tugging gently on her arm. Reluctantly, Hermione pulled herself up before looking at the softly illuminated face of Harry. Green eyes fell towards her exposed forearms, where a grotesque scar of "mudblood" sat. Hermione felt herself burn up. Whether from shame, anger, or both, she didn't know. But overriding it was confusion of how Harry could look at it without any disgust. Slowly, Harry lifted her arm before cradling it as if it was the most fragile object he ever touched. Hermione felt her breath hitch as Harry leaned down and kissed the mangled "M". He looked up, meeting her teary hazel eyes.
"Listen to me Mione," Harry lifted up his bangs," you always told me that my scar didn't define me. That if anything, it just made me more beautiful." He lowered a finger and ran it back and forth over her scar. "This isn't you either. The word does not matter. When I look at it, I remember how brave and strong you were. How without you I would've never survived this war. Hermione to me," Harry grabbed both her hands in his own calloused ones, "to me, you are beautiful. And these scars only add to your beauty."
Hermione felt a tear roll down her cheek, followed by another, and another. But it wasn't the same tears of shame and self-hatred. Hermione felt her lips quiver before giving Harry a fragile smile.
"I suppose you're right," she quietly whispered before pulling her best friend into a hug. Harry placed his chin on top of her frizzy hair as she snuggled into his neck. They both had the same thought in their head. In times like these, they'd always have each other. No matter what.
A.N. Sorry (Not Sorry) Ron
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FanfictionSome Lengthy Harry Potter Oneshots. Mostly consisting of story ideas I wanted to write but didn't have time or motivation to. Some are realistic and tame, some are crack fic, some are angsty, some are fluff, some AUs, and a variety of ships. NO SMUT...
