Chapter 10
Harry POV:
Despite accidentally telling everyone we’re seeing each other; well, I honestly don’t know what we are. Sleeping together? Dating? I mean, I know I want to be with her. There’s no doubt in my mind Hermione’s it for me. But I don’t really know how she feels. She seemed pretty upset yesterday. I don’t see why. I’m happy to let everyone know she’s mine.
My plans for tonight are risky, but I’m tired of not knowing. I want more. We walk to breakfast hand in hand; not caring that everyone is staring at us. We literally do this every day. Well, maybe they’re staring because it was obvious what we’d done yesterday and my dumbass just walked her around the school. I chuckle and she peers over her shoulder at me, her brow furrowed.
I lean in close to her ear, “They’re all totally trying to figure out where we did it.” I whisper.
She makes a strangled noise; her cheeks turn pink and I laugh harder. She’s so cute when she’s embarrassed. She had no worries when I took her against the shelves, but talking about it is a whole different story. She just blushes scarlet and pretends I didn’t say anything. It makes for a fun game of how flustered can I make Hermione before she shuts me up with a kiss or a slap to the chest.
We sit next to each other, across from Neville and Seamus. The latter wiggles his brows at me. I ignore him instead filling my plate with food. Everyone at the table is silent. I groan. All a bunch of busybodies .
“What?” I ask loudly. Glaring at the younger students gaping at us. They jerk their eyes away and Hermione squeezes my thigh. I sigh, peering over at her. She smiles weakly at me. Basically telling me to leave it be. They’ll stop staring, they always do.
You’d think after all of my years of false accusations I’d be used to the staring. I guess it’s just because they’re staring at her. They can stare at me all they want, but not her. I huff, nod, and bring my focus to my plate. I eat in silence. Eventually, everyone goes about their business, and quiet chatter erupts across the room.
Neville clears his throat. “So. Um- Hufflepuff got tired of going to parties in Slytherin and Gryffindor. They’re throwing their own next weekend.” He says, eyeing me warily. Am I really that scary? I feel like I’m not but apparently, I give off I want to kill you vibes.
“Sounds fun Nev,” I say taking a bite of bacon. He visibly relaxes and I roll my eyes. “I’m not gonna bite you, Neville.”
He shrugs. “You’re kinda intimidating when you’re angry Harry. Sorry mate. Just trying to ease the tension.” He mutters and I nod.
“My bad. Just tired of everyone prying into my business. But yeah, party sounds fun. Friday or Saturday? And what time?” I ask, trying to divert the conversation.
“I know. And I’m sorry you have to deal with it still. You deserve some privacy Harry.” He says genuinely. Ugh. Why is he so nice? I just want to hug him sometimes . “And anyway party’s on Saturday at 8 pm. It’s Halloween themed so make sure to dress up! Me and Luna are going as a thesteral and dirigible plums.” He says excitedly. Interesting combo. I don’t really understand how those two fit together but to each their own.
“That’s great Neville.” Hermione says with a warm smile and he grins.
“What’re you two going to go as? Any thoughts?” He asks. I like that he already assumes we’re going together. Gives me a weird sort of satisfaction that everyone here knows Hermione is mine even if we haven’t technically established what we are yet.
I glance down at her. “Not sure yet Nev. It’ll be a surprise.” I say shrugging. I can see her mind working and I smile. She’s probably thinking something devious. I thread our fingers together. How did I go so long without this? It’s so glaringly obvious to me now. How much I truly cared for her all these years. Just slowly building over time. I trail my eyes over her face and Neville clears his throat, snapping me out of my stupor. Hermione blushes scarlet, quickly looking away. I can’t help the smirk that falls over my face. Looking back at Neville, he’s cocking a brow at me and I shrug. My gaze catches on a pale face over Neville’s shoulder. Malfoy is grinning like a madman at me shaking his head. I frown. I need to have a conversation with that prat. I’m honestly surprised Hermione let him off with only a hex. We’re friends, but he took the jealousy thing too far. Yes, in a way it worked, but he still went about it all wrong. He owes Hermione an apology and I plan on getting it for her.
I finish eating, then ask Hermione if she needs to study a bit before we head out for our date. She nods, so we make to leave. Ignoring the dozens of eyes following us out. I drape my arm over her shoulders and kiss the top of her head. Hmm... There is one way to shut up the gossips.
Fuck it. I tug her to a stop just outside the doors. Anyone who’s still looking can see us. I grin, cupping her cheeks and her eyes go wide.
“Harry. What’re you- oomf.” She says as I kiss her. I hear a few gasps in the hall. She grabs my shirt and tugs me closer. I chuckle into her mouth, not expecting that reaction from her. Pecking her once more before grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the library. Her eyes are dazed as she stumbles after me.
She giggles and leans into my side. “Was that really necessary?”
“No. But you should’ve seen the look on your face.” I say laughing. She rolls her eyes.
“I was just startled. I didn't expect you to kiss me in front of the entire school Harry.”
I shrug. “Now they can stop talking about us. They know. No more speculation.” I say cocking a brow.
“Huh. I guess that makes sense.” She stops at her usual table at the back and throws her bag down. I slide into the chair perpendicular to her, tangling our legs together under the table. I really can’t stop touching her.
She smiles at me before pulling her notes out. I find myself unable to look away. Just watching her as she works. I rest my chin in my palm and am awed by how amazing she is. Reading at a lightning-quick speed.
She pulls out a sugar quill and pops it into her mouth. My Cock twitches as she sucks on the tip and I groan. Her eyes flick to me and she smirks before getting back to work. Fuck I’ve been staring at her for way too long.
I clear my throat and shake my head at myself. I think I could watch her for hours. I start looking over my own classwork. Although, It's no use as I am easily distracted by the gorgeous woman next to me. My eyes jerk to Hermione every so often. That damn quill.
“Hermione,” I growl and she giggles.
“What?”
My lips twitch and I crack open my eyes, then lean in close to whisper in her ear.
“If you don’t stop sucking on that damn quill, I’m going to have to bend you over this table... In front of all of these people.” I whisper huskily and she shivers, a quiet whimper escaping her lips. I kiss her cheek then lean back grinning. I love the effect I have on her. Learning all the little ways I can make her squirm. She clears her throat and crosses her legs under the table. Clearly flustered by my words. I chuckle when a flush creeps up her neck. I love our little games.
We stay in the library until lunch. After a while, I can’t sit still any longer and stand to crack my back. Ugh. How does she do this all the time? With that thought, I maneuver behind her and slide my hands over her tense muscles, massaging her shoulders. Merlin, she’s tight. She moans, relaxing back into the chair.
“You ready to go get lunch? I’m starving.” I say working out a knot. She hums in answer and I grin, finally breaking up the knot in her shoulder. She sighs happily and rolls her neck.
“Thanks love.” She says as she gathers her things. I smile, grabbing her hand and her bag.
Walking into the great hall, there’s definitely less staring. I breathe a sigh of relief. Although, it's short-lived. All of our friends are grinning stupidly at us as we take our usual seats. I roll my eyes and ignore them.
After a few minutes of awkwardness, Hermione nudges me with her knee. I glance at her over my shoulder expectantly.
Her eyes are wide with fright and she looks ready to bolt. I smile softly and lean in to whisper in her ear.
“Just ignore them. If they don’t stop we can leave.”
She nods and lets out a breath. We eat in silence, patiently waiting for the others to leave us alone… They don’t.
“Soooo. When did this happen?” Dean asks and I huff. Sharing a quick glance with Hermione, I jerk my chin to the door. She grins and quickly moves to stand. I wink at Dean before following Hermione out. People are definitely staring now. She wraps her arm around my waist and leans into my side as we make our way up the stairs.
We took a much needed nap in my room snuggled up in my bed. I wake to her curls in my face and groan as I stretch my arms above my head. After I worshiped her body for over an hour, I guess we knocked out. I need to thank McGonnagal again for this private room.
I look at my watch finding that it’s almost time for dinner. A giddy sort of nervousness blooms in my chest. We can head out for our date soon.
“I need to shower love. We’ll leave here in an hour. Do you think that’s enough time? You don’t have to wear anything fancy. Just… cute, casual, muggle clothing.” I say, kissing the top of her head.
“Yeah, I can do that. I need to shower too.”
“Want to shower together?” I ask smirking and she rolls her eyes.
“Not if you want to leave in an hour.” She mutters.
I chuckle. “Fair.”
Sitting up, I abruptly pull her into my arms. She squeals as I kiss her cheek, copping a feel as I do.
“Harry hands off the merchandise!” She shouts half heartedly. I laugh, letting her go.
“Alright alright. Go shower.” I say throwing off my shirt and heading to the shower along the back wall hidden behind the mirror. I found it the other day when I was messing with my hair. The mirror is charmed so that when you tap it twice you can walk through it into the bathroom. Really made me wonder who owned this room before me. I hear the door click closed behind me as Hermione heads upstairs to the girl’s bathroom.
I fix my hair in the mirror as I wait for her. I threw on black trousers and a plain white jumper. Shrugging on a forest green and black plaid flannel.
Satisfied my hair is as good as it’s going to get, I move to sit on the bed while cleaning my glasses. My nerves are getting the best of me. I’m sure she’ll love whatever I come up with, but I’m still nervous.
Hermione walks in right on time. She’s wearing black high-waisted straight-leg jeans and a sage green turtle neck cropped sweater. Her curls are perfectly cascading down her back. The fact that she is giving me the time of day still blows my mind. I stroll over to her with a soft smile.
“You look lovely,” I say grabbing her hand and she blushes.
“Thanks, Harry. You look hot.” She says with a grin and I chuckle, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lips.
“Ready?” I ask and she nods, pulling me out the door.
Thankfully everyone is at dinner so we don’t have to worry about any wandering eyes. I take her out past the wards, grinning excitedly. She links her arm with mine and I take a deep breath, hoping she likes what I’ve planned. We disapparate outside a small muggle home. My cousin Dudley gave me the keys to his car for the night. He drives a white Jeep Cherokee 1998. Threatening me within an inch of my life if I so much as scratch it. I'm grateful that I’m magical so a scratch or two won’t be a problem.
She looks around, her brow furrowed. “Where are we?” She asks and I grin, pulling her toward the car.
“You’ll see.”
I unlock it and hop into the driver’s seat. I had Dudley teach me how to drive over the summer. It’s super fun when you get going fast, but I’m not about to give Hermione a heart attack. She gets into the passenger side eyeing me warily.
“Do you know how to drive this thing?”
I laugh. “I guess we’ll find out.”
The drive is only about ten minutes. My smile grows as we near our destination. I can’t wait to see her reaction. I put a lot of thought into this date; wanting her to know how real this is for me. I peek at her she’s gnawing on her lip, furrowing her brow.
“Stop trying to figure it out Hermione.” I say rolling my eyes. She huffs and crosses her arms.
“I mean, honestly. There are only so many things we would need a car for. We can apparate for goodness sake.”
I laugh. Of course she can’t help herself. I turn down a dirt road where a large white movie screen looms up ahead. Several cars are already parked waiting for the film to start.
She gasps. “No way!”
I can’t stop the shit-eating grin pulling up my lips as I pull up beside a small ford escape. Putting the car in park, I turn the radio to the correct station. The advertisements come through the speakers quietly. She squeals.
“Harry you didn’t! I’ve always wanted to go to one of these. I’ve heard stories about them and seen old muggle movies but I didn’t know they were real!”
She unbuckles her seatbelt and leans over the console. My heart skips a beat as she grabs my face and kisses me abruptly. I knew she would like this. She’s one of my only friends that appreciates muggle culture. Whenever we talk about this stuff in front of the others they just stare at us blankly like we’re speaking a different language. I smile into her mouth, kissing her once more.
“I know. You told me a few years ago so I looked into it.” I say with a shrug. She sits back in her seat smiling at me.
“Of course you remember that. You always remember the little things. That’s what I love about you.” She says shifting her attention back to the screen. I suck in a breath. Fuck . She doesn’t even realize what she just said. I clear my throat, trying to dislodge the sudden tightening in my chest.
“I’m going to grab us some food. You gonna be okay by yourself for a bit?” She nods, and at that, I head to the concession stand.
…...
The credits roll out quickly. I bring our entwined fingers up to my lips, kissing the back of her hand. She about jumped out of her seat when she realized the movie was The Princess Bride . Kissing me long and slow for the first twenty minutes of the film. I’ve been rocking a hard-on ever since. I smile at her. Her eyes are tired but she’s glowing with happiness. My heart soars. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this. Just pure and utter bliss.
Backing out of the theater, I drive back to Dudley’s. We listen to some muggle music and enjoy the silence. I pull into the driveway before turning the car off.
“That was amazing Harry. Thank you.” She says smiling softly. I nod, squeezing her thigh. Dudley comes out of the front door waving at us. I grin, getting out of the car to greet him. We became… friends of a sort over the summer. We’ll never have that close relationship, but we can have a drink now and again.
“Thanks, man. I appreciate the help.” I say patting him on the back.
“No worries Harry. I’m just glad you’re not a hermit. She’s bloody gorgeous. Good for you mate.” He says grinning. I roll my eyes, glancing over my shoulder at Hermione. She’s waiting patiently by the car. I can’t stop the warmth that spreads through my veins every time I look at her.
“Yeah, she’s brilliant. She’s the only reason I’m alive.” I say, trailing my eyes down her frame. She blushes scarlet and I smirk, looking back to Dudley. He’s smiling at me.
“You love her, don’t you?”
I chuckle. “Oh yeah. I’m totally done for.” I say, handing him the keys. He shakes his head.
“Don’t be an idiot with this one Harry.” I huff out a laugh.
“I’ll do my best. Thanks again, mate. See you.” I turn on my heel meandering back to Hermione. She smiles wrapping her arm around my waist. Without another word. I disapparate us back to Hogwarts.
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Walking through the dark corridors, I lead her up to the fourth floor. She looks around curiously; probably trying to figure out why we didn’t just go back to my room. Stopping, I think to myself, I desperately need that room I conjured earlier, the one with the fairy lights and the ice cream. I know that’s super specific but it worked the last time I tried it. I open my eyes as the door slowly appears on the wall to our right. I crack a grin and tug her through the door. The room is spacious and warm. A massive bed is tucked into the corner with a plethora of pillows and blankets laid about. The soft glow from the many fairy lights throughout the space gives the room a warm ambiance.
“Wow! This is amazing!” She says twirling around taking in the room. The pints of ice cream I bought earlier still sit on the bed under a stasis charm. Hermione squeals excitedly then quickly picks up the mint chocolate chip, immediately cracking it open. She moans as she takes a bite. I chuckle, plopping onto the bed next to her, and grab my own pint. Strawberry. Simple but my favorite. I lean back into the fluffy pillows watching her happy dance while she eats her ice cream.
“Ugh brain freeze.” She groans, her face pinched in pain. I laugh and her eyes jerk to me. She grins, sidling up next to me. We chat for a while about the drive-in and the movie. I finish my ice cream feeling stuffed. Pulling Hermione between my legs, I nuzzle into her neck and wrap my arms around her waist. The happiness is pouring out of me. I’m still a little nervous but her sweet scent calms me. She sighs, relaxing back into my chest. We’re quiet as she finishes her ice cream. I trail my fingers over her thigh, happy that I get to touch her like this. She eventually finishes and chucks the empty carton to the side. I kiss her cheek, sighing happily. I could get used to this. She plays with my fingers, humming a tune.
“Hermione?” I ask, my stomach flipping at the prospect of what I’m about to ask her.
“Mhm?” She says and I blow out a nervous breath. It’s now or never, I think.
“I was wondering if you-” I pause, steeling my nerves. “Would you like to make things official… Be my girlfriend?” I ask, my heart racing in my chest. She freezes, abruptly turning to face me. I hold my breath, preparing myself for the rejection.
She cracks a grin and tackles me. I grunt as my head hits the wall. I’m hoping this means yes. She’s laughing as she cups my cheeks. I grip her hips, tugging her close. She kisses me hungrily. Getting over my shock quickly, I respond in kind, slipping my tongue into her mouth. The taste of mint ice cream on her tongue. Breaking the kiss, she smiles. My glasses are crooked and the back of my head is throbbing, but I'm overwhelmed with joy.
“So is that a yes?” I ask, cocking a brow. She giggles and straightens my glasses.
“Of course it is Harry.”
A weight lifts from my chest. She said yes! I grin and slide my hands up her back. I hum happily.
“Hermione Granger. My beautiful golden girlfriend.” I say sliding my nose along her jaw and she shivers. “All mine,” I whisper against her neck, suckling her skin. I can’t believe it. After all the confusion and drama, she’s finally mine. I can hold her and touch her whenever I want. Tell the world Hermione Granger chose me. An orphan boy unworthy of someone so amazing, so beautiful. She arches into me, tilting her head to the side. I smirk, biting her ear gently, my hands roaming over her soft body. I find the clasp of her bra and unhook it quickly. She laughs, leaning back to tug her shirt over her head, and slides the straps of her bra off. Her ample breasts revealed to me. I groan. She’s so perfect. Unable to help myself, I suck her pink nipple into my mouth. Rolling my tongue around the peaked flesh, cupping her other breast. She lets out a breathy moan, tangling her fingers in my hair.
I take my time with her; kissing every inch of her skin. Shifting us so that she’s splayed out under me. Merlin, she's beautiful. I lean back and move to unbutton her pants.
“Lift your hips, Hermione,” I say, my voice husky. I strip her shoes and jeans off slowly. I want to savor every moment, burn this day into my memories. My breath leaves me as I look at her in just her knickers; black, lacy, and completely soaked through. I lick my lips appreciating her glorious body. Her curves are soft and luscious. Her skin glowing. I’m completely enthralled with her. I slowly trail my fingers up her legs, goosebumps follow everywhere I touch. She whimpers and my eyes shoot to her face.
“Beautiful.” I whisper.
I tease her over the thin fabric of her panties. Circling her bundle with light touches. She gasps, her eyes rolling back into her head. My cock is painfully hard in my trousers. My brain is foggy, my only thoughts of her skin, her curves. She grinds her hips in time with my fingers. Every part of me wants to strip her bare and fuck her into the sheets, but I don’t. Instead, I stop, getting off the bed. She whines, sitting up on her elbows with a frown. I chuckle and throw my flannel to the side, followed by my sweatshirt. She watches me with lust-filled eyes.
“Touch yourself, Hermione.” I purr and she bites her lip before sliding her hand down her abdomen. My eyes are glued to her dripping cunt. She circles herself, her eyes on my face. My cock twitches.
“That’s my good girl. Work that sweet cunt, Hermione.” I say, my voice low and gravelly. I throw my trousers to the side, tugging my boxers off and freeing my throbbing cock. I’ll be dreaming about this for the rest of my life. She circles faster, moaning and gasping as she brings herself to the edge. I stroke my aching shaft watching her. She throws her head back and her legs tremble.
“Come for me baby.” I breathe crawling toward her. Her whimpers are like music to my ears. I stop in front of her and spread her legs so I can see her soaking folds better. She gasps, her eyes shooting to my face. Her cheeks are pink, hair wild around her. I groan at the sight. I weigh her breast in my hands and roll her nipple between my fingers. She moans my name as her back arches off the bed and she shatters, circling herself through her orgasm. I almost come at the sight. Stroking myself as I watch the bliss on her face.
“Fuck.” I growl.
As she relaxes, I slowly peel her knickers off. Her soaking pink folds beckoning me to her. Desire licks down my spine and my balls tighten. Laying down between her thighs, I grip her hips and settle over her core. My eyes are on her face as I slowly lick through her folds. The taste of her come sending a shudder through me. Sweet and bitter all at once. I fucking love it. Her legs twitch, a gasp leaving her lips.
“I’m going to make you come so many times tonight Hermione. You’ll be begging me to stop by the time I’m done with you.” I say, flicking my tongue over her sensitive bud. She whimpers and I smirk, sucking her into my mouth, swirling my tongue over her. Her legs are shaking violently.
“Oh god!” She cries, gripping the sheets. I curl my fingers inside her. The wet heat sends me into a frenzy. I want her so badly. My cock aches to be inside her. Her walls pulse and I pump my fingers faster. Keeping the same rhythm with my tongue. I hum around her.
“Fuck! Harry!” She screams as her walls clench around my fingers. Her body shakes as she shatters again. Moaning and crying out my name as she finishes once more. I lick her entrance, lapping up her juices. I love the sound of her shattering on my tongue.
Sitting up, I grab her legs, and throw them over my shoulders. So overwhelmed with lust, I can’t think clearly. Lining myself up, I slowly slide into her slick heat. Shuddering as her wet cunt squeezes me. I groan, sinking into her fully. She gasps.
“Merlin Harry. You’re so deep.” She whispers and I bite my lip to keep from coming on the spot. Hot desire rushes through me. I pull out before thrusting back in to the hilt roughly. She cries out, gasping as I pump into her. My cock throbbing. Lost in my lustful haze. My hips slap against her skin as I lose myself. I grab a pillow and slide it under her hips before continuing my relentless assault. Her eyes go wide as I hit her at a different angle. Her moans grow louder. Pleasure sparks through my body as I take her. Her walls flutter around me. She’s close.
“Touch yourself baby. Come on my cock.”
She whimpers, doing as I say. Her fingers circling her clit desperately. I watch her face. Her pupils are dilated, skin flushed. Soon she’s exploding around me. Shaking violently as she cries out. I shudder as her walls clench around my cock. Slowing my pace so I don’t come right then and there. She’s breathing heavily, her eyes hooded as she looks into mine. I smile, sliding out of her.
“So fucking beautiful,” I say, lifting her legs off my shoulders, leaning down to kiss her gently. Giving her a break to catch her breath. Her hands are on my chest and abdomen stroking my skin. She abruptly pushes me back and sits up. I raise my brows.
“What’re you doing?” I ask confused and she smirks, shoving me. I grunt, flopping onto my back.
She crawls between my legs, gripping my length and stroking me. I moan, throwing my head back. Her pretty red lips wrap around the head of my cock as she swirls her tongue around the tip. I watch with a growing need as she takes me to the back of her throat.
“Fuck Hermione,” I say breathily. My hips twitch as she licks and sucks. My dick throbs as she brings me to the brink. She pulls up with a pop, licking her lips. I go to sit up, but she pushes me down and straddles me. Oh hell. My cock twitches as searing hot desire pulses through me. She grips me, slowly sinking onto my length. We both moan and her back arches as she seats herself fully. I grit my teeth to keep from coming. She looks like a goddess. I squeeze her hips, encouraging her to move. She shifts her hips back and forth, taking what she wants from me.
“Merlin Hermione.” I groan and she grabs my hands on her waist, intertwining our fingers. She leans forward holding my hands above my head. Fuck that’s hot, I think. Struggling to control myself. She rides me. Bouncing on my aching shaft. She smirks when I try moving my hands from her grip.
“Bloody minx.” I growl and she giggles, leaning in to kiss me. I squeeze her hands and buck my hips to meet her thrusts. Our kiss is messy and desperate. Like we can't get enough of each other. My muscles clench and pleasure shoots up my spine.
“I’m going to come if you keep that up.”
She just smirks then lets go of my hands. I take advantage, shifting her forward so I can pump into her from below and wrap my arms around her waist. She gasps. Her breasts bounce in my face, and I suck her nipple into my mouth. Flicking my tongue around the peaked flesh. The heat builds in my spine. My cock is pulsing with every thrust. I bring my hand around her front, circling her clit and she whimpers. Soon she's shaking as another orgasm barrels through her. She tenses, milking my cock as she explodes. My eyes roll back into my head as I fall with her. Thrusting to the hilt as my seed spills inside her soaking cunt. I groan loudly, my body on fire as the euphoria washes over me.
“Hermione.” I moan with a shudder.
She leans back, trailing her hands down my chest. A lazy grin on her face. I sigh, my body is completely limp and my eyes are suddenly heavy. That was bloody amazing . She lifts off of me and my cock falls out of her. I watch on with hooded eyes as my come spills out of her and groan. I’ll never get used to that. She grabs her wand, carelessly thrown to the side in our haste, and vanishes the sticky mess.
She crawls toward me, plopping down on her side next to me. Her head is resting on my chest, arm wrapped around my waist. She tangles her legs with mine and nuzzles into my neck. I sigh happily. She said yes. I can’t believe this is real. If you’d told me a year ago that I’d be cuddling post-sex with Hermione of all people I'd have laughed. Let alone cuddling up with my girlfriend. I grin at the thought and place a kiss on the top of her head. She runs her fingers over my stomach, tracing figure eights over my skin. I copy her, trailing circles along her arm.
After a while, she stills, her breathing slow and constant. I take my glasses off, throwing them over the side of the bed. Grabbing her wand, unable to spot mine, I point it toward the fairy lights and they flicker out. I smile into the darkness. My heart feels full. Like everything I’ve been through, everything I’ve seen, everyone I’ve lost wasn’t all for nothing. I was meant to find my way to this moment. Find my way to her. I don’t want to freak her out by telling her how I feel too soon, but I know I love her. More than anything or anyone. I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.
With that thought, I slowly drift off. For the first time in a while, I’m not worried about my nightmares. I don’t think they’ll find me here.