Hey ya'll, I first put this up a long time ago, when I was britgurl09, but I thought I'd put it up again. Hope you enjoy!
Oh and I don't own Harry Potter, but if I did, Harry and Hermione would be together...
Thanks, BritishSunshine09

These feelings have been going on since we were in third year. At first I thought it to be a mere school girl crush, or just a small attraction to him. Merlin, how wrong I was….

I was sitting in the head's common room by the fire, reading Hogwarts, A History again, when I heard the portrait swing open. I looked up and my heart began to beat rapidly. I'm scared that it is so loud, he can hear it. He gives me his famous grin, the one he leaves only for me, and my knees weaken, even though I'm sitting.

"Hello Harry." I greet him when I finally find my voice, he sits next to me.

He grins again. I'm literally dying. "I was thinking we could go down to the kitchens, I'm starved."

"Harry? Why didn't you go when you were out?" I asked curious as to why come all the way over here from the lake, to go back out again, and risk getting caught by Filch.

"Because I wanted you to go to." Was it me or was there hope in his voice. I quickly dismissed it. "Okay, whatever you…."

Before I even got a chance to finish, Harry had pulled me up, my book falling to the floor in the process, and pulled me out of the portrait and put the invisibility cloak over us. God, being that close to him. It was killing me.

We finally got to the kitchens (surprisingly no encounters with Filch), and was immediately greeted by Dobby.

"What can I get for sir and his miss?"

Right when I open my mouth to tell Dobby, I'm not Harry's miss (even though I wish I was), Harry looks over at me with that grin again and replies, "Pumpkin Pie, I know that's Mione's favorite."

I was about to say something to Harry when he pulls out a chair from one the tables for me. I blush, and thank him while taking a seat. Dobby comes rushing in with the slices of pumpkin pie, even with the whipped cream on top. Harry and I start to eat it in silence, when I notice he had stopped eating and was staring at me.

I give him a look. "What are you staring at Mr. Potter?"

He grins and leans forward across the small table, just inches from my face, and says, "You have whipped cream on your lip, let me get it." It sounded like he was making an attempt to sound flirty. Then he did something that shocked me, yet made me jump for joy. He kissed me. Gently at first, as if testing the waters.

I started to kiss back and I could feel him smile under my lips. I snake my hands up his chest to his neck and around in his hair. He deepens the kiss and I feel his tongue against my lip, asking for entry, which I grant. When our tongues touched, I started to moan at how great it felt.

We finally had to break apart for lack of oxygen. Harry rested his forehead to mine, smiling while trying to catch his breath. "I love you Mione." Harry finally said after moments of silence. I smiled a huge smile and tried to hold back my happy tears. "I love you to Harry."