A/N: Hi! I know I should be working on one of my many running stories but I had this idea for a one- shot and had to put it up! Hope you like it!

Please bear in mind that this is a one- shot. It was written as one and will remain one. I have too much to do at the moment and too many other stories to work on to update it anyway.

Disclaimer: J.K on fanfic? I don't think so. Anyway, Harry Potter and all related subjects are the property of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros.

BTW, this story ISN'T a songfic but it IS based on the song 'I'll Be' by Reba McEntire. It's great song. To really get the feel for this story, I advise that you go and listen to it or at least look up and read the lyrics!

I'll Be There

The brown eyes of Hermione Granger, seventh year Gryffindor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, snapped open.

Hermione blinked slowly then rubbed her eyes and sat up in her bed. As her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, she looked around the dormitory that she shared with the other four seventh year Gryffindor girls.

Two of the five beds were surrounded by the bed hangings and this prevented Hermione from seeing the occupants of the beds. Parvati Patil was fast asleep in her bed but Lavender Brown's bed was empty and obviously unslept in. After glancing at her watch with glow-in-the-dark numbers and finding that it was 2 a.m. Hermione decided that she didn't want to know where Lavender was or what she was doing.

Hermione's stomach gave a funny, almost half flip. This was the same flip that had brought her out of dreamland only moments before.

Someone needed her.

Hermione didn't know who needed her or how she even knew that she was needed; she just did.

Curious, Hermione left the warmth of her bed and slipped her feet into slippers. She covered her pyjamas with her bathroom robe and quietly left the dorm.

Her cat, Crookshanks, was sitting at the head of the stairs that led down to the common room. Hermione picked him up and welcomed his warmth. It was late November and it was obvious to everyone that winter was fast approaching.

Looking down into the common room, Hermione found the cause of her stomach's aerobatics.

Seated on the plush, red sofa and staring into the dying fire was Harry Potter, her best friend and confidante.

It was Harry that Hermione had run crying to when their other friend, Ron Weasley, had cheated on her during the time they had been dating the previous year. It was he who had held her when she received word that her mother had been killed in a car accident and then accompanied her to the funeral. It was he who had cured her of her fear of heights and taught her to fly a broom. It was he who had watched over her and protected her during their many adventures and he who had screamed her name while she lay unconscious and on the verge of death in the Department of Mysteries.

It was the famous Harry Potter who needed her at that moment.

With Crookshanks in her arms, Hermione descended the stairs and sat beside him.

They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Harry confessed, "I hate the dark."

Hermione looked over at him and waited for him to continue. In a moment he did. "The dark traps me and my dreams haunt me. I see them all; I hear them speak."

"Who?" Hermione asked quietly, although she had a good idea who it was that he was talking about.

"Cedric, Sirius, Neville and Remus. All the innocent people I didn't even know. They're all dead, 'Mione, because of me."

Hermione's eyes filled with tears. Sirius and Cedric were long dead and were now memories and scars on the hearts of those who had loved them but the wounds left by the loss of Neville Longbottom and Remus Lupin were still fresh.

During their sixth year, Neville had been taken on by three Death Eaters. He didn't stand a chance. Later on that year, Remus Lupin, the one remaining link to the Marauders and Harry's father figure, had thrown himself in the line of fire to save Harry from the curse that would end his life.

"You mustn't blame yourself, Harry."

"How can you say that? It was my fault. All of it!"

"They wouldn't want you to think that way. Harry, listen to me, they gave up themselves so that you can go on and defeat Voldemort. Their deaths will be avenged."

"That's just it, 'Mione! What if I can't do it? What it I lose and Voldemort takes over? You'll all be killed! The Weasley's, Dean, Seamus, Luna, the teachers, the Order or what's left of it. You. You, 'Mione, you would die! I can't bear the thought of that. I have nightmares about it!" Harry revealed and tears welled in his eyes.

Alarmed to see her friend so distressed, Hermione dropped Crookshanks and wrapped her arms around Harry and held him to her.

"Harry, don't worry, I'll be alright. And so will you. You'll win. I have faith in you!"

Harry, his head resting on Hermione's shoulder, gave a bitter laugh. "Are you sure that's wise? Most people who know me and do that end up having to fight for their lives against Death Eaters or give it up for Voldemort."

"But Harry, who wouldn't want to? You're an amazing person; always giving but never taking. You're beautiful Harry."

"Beautiful? Isn't that an adjective usually used to describe girls?"

Hermione chuckled. "Yes, and you are handsome but you are also beautiful. Beautiful on the inside, and that's what counts."

Harry looked into her eyes, searching for something. He must have found it because he gave a contented smile and lowered his head back to her shoulder.

"I always wanted to be held like this," Harry said. "Of course, I always wanted it to be my mother but, somehow, your arms are nicer."

Hermione smiled, glad that he couldn't see her blush. "Thank you, Harry. That means a lot."

"Hermione, promise me something."

"What do you want me to promise?"


Hermione thought for a moment. "I promise that whenever you need to talk to me, I'll be there. When you need help, comfort, a friend or just a shoulder to rest on, I'll be there. I'll be strong for you, Harry. When your days are grey and dull, I'll make them bright and fun. When you're alone and don't have anyone else, I'll be there. I'll never push you away. I promise."

Harry sighed and Hermione knew from the dampness on her neck that he was crying.

Harry sat up and looked at her. "You'll always be safe with me Hermione and you'll receive back from me what you've given a thousandfold. That's my promise to you."

"You've already done enough, Harry."

Harry shook his head gently. "You're wrong for once 'Mione. I haven't done nearly enough."

He leant forward and took her in his arms then pulled them back until they were lying on the sofa with Hermione on top. Harry's head moved up and gave her a friendly goodnight kiss on the lips, which she returned.

"Good night, 'Mione. Love you."

Hermione yawned. "Night Harry; love you to."

At the top of the boy's staircase, Ron Weasley smiled, turned and went back to his bed.

A/N: OK, that's it. I just want to point out that the kiss was purely friendly NOT romantic; they're just really close. Some people are like that and I quite like the idea.

Looking back over it now, I'm not quite sure if I like this. shrug Oh well, some of you might. Oh! Sorry it's so short!

Well, reviews, please! Remember this is a ONE-SHOT!