Find Me Here

Using the lyrics from Everything by Lifehouse

Find me here speak to me

No one understood why she had even spoke to Theo at first. But he was nice, and considerate - and attentive. It was a comfort, to be spoken too as if her ideas had merit, as if her brains were not just who she was, but a small part of her. It was mostly wariness on her part at first - after all, he was a Slytherin. But Theo showed her time and time again that he wasn\'t like the rest of them.

He told her one night, as they sat under the blanket of stars, that he had loved her from the first day - when they were getting on the train. Loved her. . .a silly, dowdy girl, with hair that only now was able to be tamed, and an armful of books constantly. And she had looked at him, eyes drawn away from the sky to look into his eyes, that shone with pain and something else she couldn\'t quite define. And then he leaned forward tentatively, pressing his lips so very softly against hers.


I want to feel you

Harry accepted it grudgingly, the relationship - not Theo. And Ron railed against it from the first. She had broken up with Ron a month earlier - not for Theo, but now it seemed as though he had thought that. And he became distant, as did Harry to a certain degree. But Theo was there. He held her, told her she didn\'t need them - they didn\'t appreciate her intelligence and her beauty. Only he truly knew how perfect she really was.

And he touched her not as much as she would have wanted, but it was alright, mostly. Because she was his princess, and she was loved even beyond physical love. Hermione watched Harry and Ron drift away, even as the War grew more intense, and it seemed only to validate what Theo said. That only he could love her as she needed to be loved - that only he fully understood her. Theo said he would pull down the stars one by one for her - if he could.


I need to hear you

And then it happened. Theo was Marked, told to spy on her. So she fed him information - none of it relevant, of course - to keep him safe, to keep him there, and loving her. And Ron wasn\'t there anymore - and she thought of him all the time. But she was happy with Theo - of course she was. He was so good to her, he bought her things she would never get otherwise. Took her places that were wonderful and fantastic - but she had no one left to hear about them.

And then her parents were killed, their hands sent to her. When she opened the package, and saw their wedding rings glinting in the afternoon sun, she faded. She woke up in St. Mungo\'s - and Harry was there, face haggard and drawn, but he was there. Ron stood at the doorway, and when she met his eyes, he turned and walked away. She wanted to call out to him, beg him to stay, but a sharp look from Theo quelled the words on her lips. She couldn\'t do that - it would hurt Theo terribly - and after all he had given her, it was too cruel to contemplate.


You are the light that is leading me to the place where I find peace again

Months went by, and all she saw was Theo. She had no one now, except for him. And he told her often that if anything should happen to him, all of his money, his lands - they would be hers. He alluded to death constantly, until she was afraid when he left the house, he would not be coming back. And she would be alone.

But still she thought of Ron, his lips, his laugh, the funny way he ran his fingers through his hair when he was nervous. And she felt disloyal even mentioning Ron - or Harry. So after awhile she didn\'t. Because Theo was right - if they truly cared about her, why didn\'t they come, write her - something. It never occurred to her that they were keeping away because of Theo - she never knew that he had warned them off in the guise of protecting her emotions.


You are the strength that keeps me walking

And then it happened, one night as she slept. She woke up with a hand over her mouth, and she blinked open her eyes and looked into a pair of icy grey ones. Long blonde hair cascading down like a curtain, and she closed her eyes again and moaned low in her throat as he pulled her from the bed.

He pushed her against the wall, and tore her thin nightgown away, and then her panties, leering at her, clamping his hand down harder as she tried to cry out. He didn\'t speak, didn\'t make a noise, simply thrust into her with one swift movement. She cried out, muffled by his hand, and he continued to fuck her, his free hand gripping her waist so tightly she found it hard to draw in breath.

She slipped as he fucked her, and he loosed his hand from her mouth, the penetrating glare he gave her enough to silence the scream on her lips immediately. \"You speak, your parents will not be the only ones you love who will be dead,\" he said quietly, eyes flashing in the pale moonlight which filtered in the window.

He pulled her up a bit more, and thrust again into her cunt, the only lubrication he had from the blood, the blood that was slowly trickling out of her body. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend she was somewhere else, that this wasn\'t really happening. And in her mind she saw Ron, and it kept her from screaming, it kept her from sobbing hysterically as Lucius continued to pound frantically into her body.


You are the hope that keeps me trusting

Theo apologized of course - but it wasn\'t his fault, of course. He couldn\'t tell the Dark Lord that Lucius could not play with her - after all, he didn\'t care for her - not as far as Voldemort knew. She was only a means to an end. Theo loved her though - and as she lay in her bed, wondering if she could ever feel clean again, Theo\'s comforting arm around her - she thought of Ron even then.


You are the life to my soul

A year later, and then the War was nearly over, and Ron wrote her a letter. A letter telling her how much he loved her, how he had never stopped. Ron told her he had wanted to come, but Theo had forbid him - saying that Hermione didn\'t want them any more - didn\'t need them. But Ron couldn\'t stay away any longer. And Hermione wept.

When Theo got home that night, she confronted him with the letter, the promises of love ringing fresh in her mind still - Ron\'s memory giving her courage she thought she had lost long ago. And Theo had guilted her, but the picture of Ron in her head gave her enough strength to be courageous, as she once was - and she walked from the house without looking back.

She ended up on Ron\'s doorstep, sobbing, and when he opened the door, he didn\'t hesitate at all - he simply drew her in his arms.


You are my purpose

Theo called her a whore. And then he begged her to give him another chance. Letter after letter - for months. All the while, she was with Ron. And it wasn\'t like what she had with Theo. And she was infinitely grateful for that. He helped her through the pain of her parent\'s death, the awful memory of what Lucius did to her. And it wasn\'t perfect, with Ron. But it was near enough. Besides, she didn\'t want perfect. Perfect was a lie. One that was visited upon her for over two years with Theo.

The letters hurt, because Theo had warped her mind so much it was hard to not feel what he said she should feel - and do what she said he said she should do. But then she\'d look up at Ron, and know in time she wouldn\'t have to read these letters. And knowing he was there for her while she did read them was beyond anything she could have wished for. That support, that love he gave to her so freely.

Ron was her soul, and he always had been - it had just been hard to see that through the darkness.


You are everything

They were married in a small ceremony, bonded for life. And Harry had come, of course, and the trio was back together again. Life was perfect right at that moment in time - a snapshot of love and friendship. Because love was everything.

And the last battle came too soon. And they had fought side by side, her husband and herself. Once, across the battle field, she caught sight of Theo, but she felt nothing for him, not even the twinge of guilt he normally brought. And their eyes met for an instant, and then he smiled sadly at her, the twist of his lips visible even from so far away. With two strides he stepped in front of another Death Eater just as he readied his wand for the killing blow to another comrade - someone she knew by sight, but not by name. And the curse hit Theo instead.

And then Ron was there, and they fought, back to back, tired but never defeated, and the bodies lay at their feet. He was her everything, and if they survived then she would remember to tell him every day - as he always did to her.


And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?

And the battle ebbed, and swelled, and the groans and cries of the wounded and dying from both sides seemed to be forever in her ears. But Ron was there, and he said her name, and it made everything else fade away.

And then it came - Harry and Voldemort stood together in the middle of the field. All around them fighting ceased, and open and hooded eyes both watched the scene play out in front of them. A flash of green light suddenly, and Voldemort no longer stood. He crumpled on the ground, and Harry stood victorious, and they had cheered and called out his name. And all around her the battles had started anew.

Harry\'s victory spurred the Light on - made them believe, gave them hope. Once the last few were killed, then it would be truly over. No one but Hermione saw Harry crumple to the ground a few moments later, and no one but Ron saw Hermione rush unscathed to where Harry lay. Ron followed her, watching as she drew Harry\'s lifeless body into her lap, dropped to his knees along side her, and pulled them both close.


Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

They had won the War, but so many had been lost. Harry, Luna, Remus, and Severus as well. Neville had finally killed Bellatrix, and he had put that demon to rest, for the most part. Being with Ginny seemed to help with that as well. So many friends were gone, so much pain and grief they had. But they had helped each another through it.

A year later, and Hermione rested her hand on the slight swell of her belly, listening to George go on about how absolutely horrible Ronnykins had been as a baby, and how she should hope the baby was nothing like Ron. Hermione laughed, and nudged Ron playfully in the side, but in her heart she hoped their child was exactly like their father. Because she couldn\'t imagine anyone else as kind or giving or loving as the man she was sharing forever with.


You calm the storms

Sometimes, as the baby grew inside her, Hermione would wake, screaming - memories formed into nightmares, and Ron was always there, to hold her, to reassure her of the difference between her life and her nightmares. He accepted her mood swings with grace, took a leave of absence from the Ministry so he could be there with her - and never once did he consider it a sacrifice.


You give me rest

After the baby was born, Ron went back to work part time. When asked why, he would simply shrug his shoulders and grin, glancing over to wherever his wife and son were at the time - as if that was all the answer he need to give.

You hold me in your hands

Harry toddled into the garden, dragging his grinning father behind him, and they played catch as Hermione knelt in the bed of flowers. She dug her hands into the cool earth, and watched them both out of the corner of her eye, unable to stop the grin that came to her own face as well.


You won\'t let me fall

Ron would hold her at night, when it sometimes became to much for her - the memories that had faded, but were never truly gone. And she loved him so much, she thought her heart would break. Ron always touched her, reminding her she wasn\'t alone, that he was always there for her. He kissed her tears away, fought her demons back, and it slowly became possible to remember and not weep. As long as he was holding her, loving her.

You still my heart and you take my breath away

When Ron kissed her, it was if the world ceased to spin for that moment. Her breath still caught in her throat when she looked at him, her heart still pounded quickly whenever he spoke. And Harry grew to look like Ron - so much so it made her heart stop with the love she felt for the both of them - and then he was three years old, and staring at his mother\'s belly, which swelled slightly with another perfect expression of his parent\'s love for one another.


Would you take me in?

Ron had taken her in, had loved her, when she couldn\'t even love herself. And now life had changed, but they still had each other. And now they had both a son and a daughter. Rebecca Lynn. Ron had insisted, in memory of her mother, and she had cried happily as she held their daughter in her arms.


Would you take me deeper now?

Years went by, and their family grew. And as things grow, they change, but they met each change together - and it always seemed to work out. And then her last child left, bags packed. On their way to Hogwart\'s, as her brothers and sister\'s had before her.

And when she was safely on the train, they had come back to the empty, quiet house. And Ron had kissed her passionately and the house wasn\'t quite any longer.


\'Cause you\'re all I want

Hermione watched Harry\'s children play, watched his young wife look at him, the same way Hermione still looked at Ron. This was all she could have ever wanted - a family that loved and laughed, made with the man that was a part of her soul. Sometimes Hermione thought that Ron was the very best part.


You are all I need

And at night, as they lay wrapped in each other\'s arms, Hermione didn\'t notice the grey flecking Ron\'s brilliant red hair, and Ron didn\'t notice Hermione\'s long, brown hair was flecked with a few sliver hairs as well.

They were beautiful in each others eyes, not changed one bit from the way they had been when they were first married. And Ron made love to her now - slower, sweeter, and they knew each other\'s bodies well - but they still took the time to relearn, lest they someday forget to remember that this was all they needed.


You are everything, everything


\"You are everything to me, Ron,\" she whispered softly into his ear.

\"And you are everything to me, Hermione - and you will be forever,\" he whispered back, and then he kissed her, and they began again.