PhoenixRae's Note: okay, this is my first attempt at a Harry/Hermione fic. I've been wanting to do one for a long time, but I just can't seem to get one thing done. Oh yeah, and this also happened to be a songfic--a first for me! I happen to like this song by Pearl Jam and...well, it's a sad song and I dunno if I did any justice to the lyrics, but please leave me a review telling me if it was okay, good, better, or totally sucked! but please be very constructive, aight? THANKS!

Summary: One fateful night he lost everything he had; his dreams of a forever-after with the woman he loved all his life was shattered and he was left clinging on to a dream that would never come true...

Disclaimer: The song "Last Kiss" was performed by Pearl Jam and the HP characters all belonged to JK Rowling. I just borrowed them from the aforementioned people so please don't sue!

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Last Kiss
by PhoenixRae
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Oh where, oh where, can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me.
She's gone to heaven so I've got to be good,
So I can see my baby when I leave this world.

As I stood there and watched as they lowered the casket that was to be her final resting place to the ground, I couldn’t stop the tears from cascading down my cheek. They all said it wasn’t my fault; it was an accident, it wasn’t my fault. But I knew that it was. If I had paid more attention to the slippery road ahead I wouldn’t have put us in such predicament…

We were out on a date in my daddy's car,
We hadn't driven very far.
There in the road straight ahead,
A car was stalled, the engine was dead.
I couldn't stop, so I swerved to the right,
I'll never forget the sound that night.
The screaming tires, the busting glass,
The painful scream that I heard last.

I had everything all planned. That night was the night I would pop the question to her. We had been going out for over three years, and we’ve known each other for well over a decade before that.

I wanted to take her to the swankiest restaurant that was on the five-star list in all of London. I heard it was a place where most people got engaged just because of the place’s romantic atmosphere…it just gave out these vibes of love and forever after.

It was raining that night. The roads were treacherous and I was a very good driver. I always kept my eyes glued on the road up ahead. My senses were always on alert at every possibility that someone might unsuspectingly cross the street.

I was holding her hands while I manoeuvred the wheel towards the freeway—a faster way of travelling as far as I know. I wanted to do everything right; made everything perfect because she was perfect in all ways that mattered and counts.

We were having a wonderful discussion of how our day went, who met, what we did, and so on and so forth. We got into a bit of an argument about her wanting to quit working at her current job at the Ministry because of this one guy who doesn’t want to stop pestering her, asking her out on a date at every possible chance he could get.

“Doesn’t he know you’re already taken?” I asked irately.

“Of course he does! Everybody at work knows we’re going out,” she told me indignantly.

“Maybe you’re dropping hints that you’re available or something,” I shrugged, getting ticked off by the second as I thought about that blasted jerk who wanted to snag my woman.

“It’s not like I’m flashing large neon sign in front of me saying that I’m available, come and get me!” she looked miffed.

Oh hell, the night wasn’t going the way I planned it to be. And it was all that darn john q’ fault that we were arguing instead of talking about happy things, recounting happy events and maybe…maybe planning a future together; a future that I wanted for us to have so badly I could almost feel it.

“But if he knows that you’re already taken, then why the hell couldn’t he just bugger off?” I nearly yelled at her, my hand holding hers was gripping her fingers a bit tightly as I held on to my temper.

“I don’t know! I bloody don’t know why he kept on pestering me about going out on a date with him. I told him numerous times to bugger off, but he never listens. And would you mind letting go of my hand now? I think you’re cutting off circulation to my fingers,” she started yanking her hand off my grip in irritation.

I loosened my grip on her hand, but I didn’t actually let her go.

“I think I might have to pay a visit to your office and confront this bottom once and for all,” I said vehemently.

“You don’t have to do that. I can fend him off myself.”

I shot her a piercing glare then, my mood already ruined because of this talk of her co-worker making a pass at her.

“I thought you wanted this SOB off your back?” I asked her accusingly.

“Of course I do!”

“Then why don’t you want me to go to the office and—” I didn’t get to say the rest of what I wanted to say when I noticed her creamy brown eyes widening in horror, and her alarmed scream.

“Watch out!”

I looked ahead once more and saw that there had been an accident in the middle of the freeway; a three-vehicle pile-up right in the very darn middle.

“Crud!” I hissed under my breath and turned the wheel to the side at the very last minute, but I was a minute too late.

I didn’t bother doing a shoulder check, I just swerved to the side and the next thing I knew a loud, deadly crash surrounded me both from the side and from behind, then I heard her mortified scream before something hit glass then everything blanked out…


When I woke up, the rain was falling down,
There were people standing all around.
Something warm flowing through my eyes,
But somehow I found my baby that night.
I lifted her head, she looked at me and said;
"Hold me darling just a little while."
I held her close I kissed her - our last kiss,
I found the love that I knew I had missed.
Well now she's gone even though I hold her tight,
I lost my love, my life that night.

I had no idea how long I was out, but when I finally regained consciousness the first thing I thought of was her. It was still raining so darn hard and there were bloody lights everywhere, hurting my eye. I winced when a sharp pain shot on my forehead, I quickly clamped my hand to my scar, but it was that that was making me wince in pain. I felt something sticky oozing down my head and dripping down to my eyes. I took my hand away and stared at the warm, sticky liquid.

Blood.

I was bleeding. I was disoriented at first, I didn’t know why I was bleeding, and then I remembered.

Hermione!

I sat back in my seat, wincing when another sharp pain coursed through my body, but this time the pain started on my chest. I was thrown against the steering wheel when my car hit that other vehicle. darn airbags! It didn’t work.

I turned over to my side and was mortified when I saw my love lying back in her seat, her seatbelt held her in place instead of throwing her out the front windshield. I was momentarily relieved when I saw her in the car still, but she looked so darn lifeless and hardly breathing.

“Oh God, no!” I muttered under my breath as I scrambled to get my seatbelt off me, a darn near impossible task to do when I felt like my whole body was in pain. I finally got the belt off and I leaned over to where she was, lying there helpless and almost…almost dead.

“Oh God, please no,” I prayed under my breath, my errant hands running over her face which was smeared with blood. I looked at the passenger window and saw it was shattered.

She hit her head on it when the collision occurred.

“Hermione?” I called out her name, gently nudging her awake. “Oh God, Hermione? Please, love, wake up. Wake up!” I was becoming more and more hysterical as the seconds ticked by.

She wasn’t moving. She was barely breathing. And her skin felt cold. I had no idea how long we had been out, but from the looks of it the paramedics were checking each vehicle involved in the smash-up, we were the last ones to be checked since…hell, we were in stuck in the bloody middle of I don’t know how many cars!

“Hermione, love, please answer me,” I pleaded, shaking her awake as tears cascaded down my cheeks. “Don’t die on me, love, you can’t die. I love you, you never know how much, but I love you will all my heart. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, start our own family and have at least a dozen children since we’re both only child,” I found her hand and clasped it tightly between mine, placing it against my lips and kissed as I kissed it gently, lovingly, pouring my soul to the kiss if only she’d wake up and everything would be alright again.

I kept a silent vigil for the next ten seconds or so before she finally stirred, moaning softly as she tried to get her eyes to adjust; blood smeared down her eyelids, making it darn near impossible for her to open those lovely, creamy brown eyes that I could just lose myself looking in to for all eternity.

“Mione?” I sounded hopeful, peering closer to her, capturing her lovely face between my hands, “Oh thank God you’re alive!” I exclaimed.

“Harry…” her voice sounded hoarse, and it was only then I noticed she was having a hard time breathing.

I disentangled myself from her then and met her eyes, I noticed then that her once bright, vibrant brown eyes had lost its lustre.

“Mione?”

“Harry…I—I love you, Harry,” she choked out, she paused for a couple of seconds and took a deep breath before continuing, “I-I wanted to have that family with you too, love, but-but…” she paused once more and took another lungful of breath, “I’m sorry, Harry. I’m so, so, so sorry,” she apologized and tears started to run down her cheeks.

What was she saying? Why was she apologizing? We will be alright, I just knew we will.

“Mione, love, you don’t—”

She shook her head to stop me from saying anything more, “Just hold me, Harry, please hold me. Let me feel your arms around me one last time,” she asked brokenly.

“Oh God, don’t say that, Mione!” I choked.

She can’t be dying. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. She wasn’t supposed to die. We would grow old together, along with Ron and his wife. All four of us would have a house somewhere out in the country, watch sunsets every afternoon and watched our children grow up, get married, and have babies of their own. That was the plan. This…this was just a slight hiccup.

I undo her seatbelt and gently pulled her to me, resting her frail body against mine as she placed her head on my shoulder.

“We’ll be alright, love, I know we will be,” I kept on whispering to her, encouraging her not to let go.

“Just hold me, Harry. Just hold me,” she whispered, tilting her head slightly and she looked into my eyes, “I love you, Harry Potter.”

“And I love you too, Hermione Granger.”

I leaned down and took her mouth one last time, kissing her with all the love and passion I felt for her. I hoped and wished for that kiss to bring her back some life. I hung on to that wonderful dream we had created long before we left Hogwarts. It was a beautiful, wonderful dream…and it was only that: a dream.

Oh where, oh where, can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me.
She's gone to heaven so I've got to be good,
So I can see my baby when I leave this world.

She died in my arms that night. It took the paramedics half an hour to get us out of the pile-up, but by then it was already too late.

Hermione suffered internal injuries from when she was restrained by the seatbelt. The impact of the crash and the strength of the belt that held her in place crushed a few ribs, not mention she suffered internal head bleeding as well from when her head smashed against the window.

They said it wasn’t my fault that she died. They’re wrong.

It was entirely my fault that the woman I love was lying there, in a mahogany casket being lowered to the earth. I held the small velvet box that I was suppose to present to her that night; I never got the chance to show it to her. Her mother saw what I got, and even Molly Weasley approved of my choice of a princess cut jade engagement ring. Jade was her birthstone.

People started drifting away after the service until I, along with Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Arthur and Molly Weasley and the rest of the Weasley clan and our old Hogwarts classmates, were left.

I took a deep breath and pulled out the velvet box that had been burning a hole in my pockets for days. Flicking it open, I gazed at the ring that was supposed to have grazed her lovely hand. I stepped up nearer her casket and asked the men lowering it to the ground to stop for a few seconds. I opened the casket and placed the velvet box on top of her crossed hands.

“I’ll love you until my dying day, Hermione Granger.”

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~*~>> The End <<~*~

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awww thats so sad! and i loved how you incorporated the song into the scene perfectly! update soon, its one of my fave fanfics in here already!

waaaaaaaaaaaaaa that is so sad yet sooooooooo good, you're a natural.

That couldn't be more heartbreaking.
Great story though.

:flowersmile: Thanks so much. This is my first ever Hermione/Harry fic that I wrote and unfortunately it's just a one-shot so I don't think I'll be updating this.

whaaaat? why can't you update? its such a great beginning!

hopefully you'll change your mind, lol

Thanks. I'll see what I can do. I'll see if I can write a [prequel to this fic, but until then this fic will remain a one-shot.