Beautifully Complicated.

Fremione! (Elphie I love you, daaahhhhling)

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For the Speedy Drabble Challenge on Hogwarts Forum.

1 hour with prompts: Fremione, cinnamon, dream, snuggle.

Harry yawned, stretching his arms out. "Right, then. I'm off to bed," he muttered, patting Hermione sleepily on the shoulder. "Don't stay up too late, 'Mione," he warned. "You either, Fred," He added, turning around to accommodate the lanky, red haired fellow.

"'course not, Harry, who do you think I am?" He grinned mischievously and Harry shook his head, and made his way off to his dormitory, muttering something about the mindsets of Weasleys.

Hermione waited until they could no longer hear his footsteps before she sank back against the chair, letting out a sigh.

"Merlin, I thought he'd never leave!" she hissed as Fred moved to sit next to her in one of the large chairs.

"What's this, Hermione Granger skiving off schoolwork to –"

She slapped his shoulder. "Quiet, you,"

"Yes, love," he smiled down at her, and watched with a little glow of pride as her chocolate brown eyes melted at the nickname.

And he kissed her.

Except…well, you can't really confine it to just four words.

They're just too…simple for the moment really.

Because she had him wrapped up in her smell, as she snuggled closer and her taste was addicting like his Mum's cinnamon apple pie.

She was amazing, beautiful. He honestly couldn't wrap his head around the idea that she thought him worth her time, and might even…love him.

In his dreams, it was always her, never anyone else, and he knew, in that instant that it was.

It was simple.

But so beautifully complicated at the same time.