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Chapter 13: Finale

Like something happening in a dream that had no beginning and no ending, Hermione heard the irate departure of the Weasleys, taking Ron with them. Then there was silence in the isolated cabin.

From the window, Harry watched as the three Weasleys rode away in the carriage. He made his way over to Hermione's door and opened it without bother knocking.

Hermione was sitting on the bed, fastening her boots when Harry came into her room. She did not look up at his entrance.

"What are you doing?" he asked curiously, leaning on the doorway.

"The floo network is disconnected and there is no transportation," she answered, her voice like an automaton's, "I'm going to spend the evening at the lodge."

"That's ridiculous," said Harry, "Why don't you spend the night here?"

"Oh no," Hermione replied, shaking her head quickly, "Not on your life."

"How are you going to get there?" he asked, "It's too dark to see anything outside."

"If necessary, on my hands and knees," she answered as she continues to struggle with the clasp on her boots.

"You're not doing me any favors by staying here" Harry told her indifferently, "I'd just as soon you'd get out." But there was no look of indifference in his eyes, or his young eager mouth.

Hermione glared at him, "We see eye to eye."

"In fact, I'll help you get out," he walked over to her and crouched down at her feet. Hermione hesitated for a moment before releasing the clasp.

She leaned back as Harry fastened the clasp and tied the laces to each shoe. After finishing, he stood up.

"Thank you," Hermione said. She tried to stand up but immediately lost her balance and quickly fell back on the bed. Harry had tied her laces together around the leg of the bed. Unable to grab a footing onto the floor, Hermione was unable to get up at all. Livid, she looked fiercely at Harry.

Harry, without a word, merely walked over to the door closed it shut.

"I'm warning you! I'll hex you from here to December!" she threatened, "I'm telling you, don't you try anything!"

Ignoring Hermione's screams, Harry made his way behind her and starts undressing himself for bed.

"Arrrggghh," Hermione cried out, fidgeting, "Harry! Get me out of this!" Suddenly, she managed to get one of her foot to pop out of the shoe. She quickly turned around and saw Harry taking off his jacket with his back towards her. She hastily slipped her foot back into the shoe, "Harry! Get me out of this or I'll break every bone in your body!"

Harry finally leaned over, hovering above her head. He was gazing at her intently and compassionately. There were no tricks, no deception, only honestly and love. Hermione stopped struggling. She watched him with eyes that fought for neutrality, eyes that brooded, and then reluctantly glowed. It was as though her mind had become a forked stream. Down one branch had quietly floated her planned, well-ordered life, with someone who would have made it haven and bulwark.

The other branch of the stream, the branch she was going to take, offered little of either. It would be turbulent and stormy. But then, as she had just rediscovered, so was she.

And when her eyes met Harry's now, her smile was something that Ron had never seen. Harry leaned in slowly and pressed his lips on hers. Automatically, Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, as the kiss grew more and more passionate.

They had come the longest and unhappiest way round, to find the shortest way home. But she knew, as she went into Harry's arms that this time they had found it, and would keep it, always.

The End