Disclaimer: The characters, places, etc. belong to JK Rowling. Everything else I pulled out of my butt.

Summary: This story takes place three years after Hogwarts and in the Muggle world. Voldemort is dead yay! and everything is back to normal and good in the Wizarding World. Everyone believed Harry & Hermione were the everlasting couple but something broke them up. Can a friend bring them back together?

My first ever fan-fic so be nice. hehe

Prologue (Part I)

This is during their 7th year.

'God, she's so beautiful,' thought a certain green-eyed guy. Harry Potter stared at the girl sleeping soundly beside him. His eyes wandered around on her naked body, which was barely covered by a thin blanket. He smiled as he saw a pair of chocolate brown eyes staring back at him.

"Morning love," Hermione Granger said softly.

"Morning to you too…" his reply was cut off as she started to kiss him. He pulled the blanket off her, while deepening the kiss. He slowly broke their kiss and went down her body, leaving a trail of kisses. He moved back up to kiss her and soon his hands found the spot between her legs. She moaned into his mouth as he began to caress her. Just then the door flew open. Startled, Hermione pushed Harry off her and quickly pulled the blanket up over her. Poor Harry just fell off the bed.

"Morning Harry…" started Ron. He saw Hermione lying on Harry's bed, staring back at him under a blanket while Harry was on the floor rubbing his head. He quickly figured out what had happened the previous night and smiled smugly.

"It's about time you guys got together. I thought it was never going to happen." he said.

"What are you talking about Ron?" Harry asked, slightly dizzy from hitting his head on the floor.

"Please there was so much sexual tension between you too I could have cut it with a knife." Ron scoffed.

"Oh," was all Hermione could mutter, her cheeks turning pink from embarrassment. Harry, still rubbing his head, slowly got back up and sat on his bed, grabbing a pillow to cover himself.

"What are you doing here, Ron? It's…7:30 in the morning!" Harry said, glancing at the clock beside him.

"Well, sooooorry! I didn't know Hermione was going to be spending the night." he teased.

"Yeah, well, one of the good things of being Head Boy is you get your own bedroom with no annoying roommates to bother you!" Harry replied. Ron and Harry laughed. They were soon interrupted by Hermione who made a small 'ahem' noise.

"Excuse me. Could you two turn around? I have to get changed."

"Aw…even me, Mione?" wined Harry. Hermione gave him a look. Knowing he was defeated, he sighed and covered his eyes, as did Ron. Not really trusting the boys, Hermione grabbed the blanket and wrapped it tightly around her body. She walked around the room looking for her clothes that were strewn around everywhere.

"Can we look yet?" asked Ron in an exasperated voice.

"I guess. I have the blanket around me." she replied. When she finally collected all her clothes, she walked back to Harry.

"I'm going to go take a shower. Meet me in the common room in about an hour, alright?" she said. Harry nodded and gave her a kiss. If Ron had not rolled his eyes and 'harrumphed' they probably would have gone all the way. When Hermione finally broke away, she could she the look of disappointment and wanting on Harry's face. She winked and waved to both of the boys and walked out the door, Harry's blanket dragging behind her.

"So, what are our plans for today?" asked Harry.

"First, put some pants on mate. I don't need to see you naked." Ron said, grinning. Harry, who had forgotten he had only a pillow covering him, quickly looked around and found his boxers. He pulled them on and decided to put on a t-shirt as well.

"So, how was it?" asked Ron.

"How was what?"

"Last night you idiot!"

"Ron, unlike you, my relationships are not all about sex."

"I know, but how was it?"

"You should know."

"Actually, I don't."

"What? Didn't you guys…?"

"Nope. Hmmm…actually Hermione's the only girl I never dated just for sex."

"Really? Wow…I thought you guys did it on like the first day."

"Like you?" Harryshot him a look.

"Anyway, nope we never did it. We hardly ever made out either. I mean yeah we fooled around in the beginning but then it turned weird. I mean, it was like kissing my sister." Ron said, shuddering. Harry laughed.

"You really like her, don't you?" Ron asked after a while.

"I…I love her."

Silence.

Laughing, Ron said, "For a minute I thought you said you loved her."

"I did."

"WHAT?"

"I loved her since the day I first met her."

"But she was such a snob!"

"Yeah, but I don't know, I just got this feeling."

"Does she know this?"

"No." After a minute of more silence, "She's the one."

"What? But you guys just started dating!"

"Yeah but it's not like I didn't know her for the past 7 years of my life."

"So, you really think she's the one?"

"I…think she is."

"Well there you go. If you think she's the one then she isn't. You won't have to think when you find the right girl. Your heart will just tell you."

"You sound like a bloody fortune teller."

"Shut up. I'm trying to help you with your life here."

"Yeah I know. I don't know. All I know is…she's my everything." Harry said softly.

Ron stared at him, surprised. He had never seen his best friend act this way. 'Maybe he really does love her.' Ron thought. Breaking the silence, Ron asked,

"Does she feel the same way about you?"

"I…I don't know. I hope she does."

"Well there's only one way to find out."

"How?"

"Ask her!"

"What? I can't do that!"

"And why not?"

"Because, that would just be weird."

"No it wouldn't. Alright I'll be Hermione and you pretend you're about to confess your love to me."

"This is stupid."

"Just do it!"

"Alright. Hermione, I love you." Ron burst out laughing.

"See, it's not the same." Harry replied angrily.

"Sorry, but I dunno, I guess I could talk to her for you."

"Really? Thanks a lot mate."

"No problem. Now, let's get some breakfast. I'm starving!"