Disclaimer: All hail the wonderfulness that is JK Rowling, I don't get to be her, but I can play with her toys…
Comfort By The Fire
The dying fire in the Gryffindor common room was the only light available when Harry decided he had given up trying to sleep. 'It must be about 3:30 a.m.' he thought. Making his way to his favorite chair in front of the fire, he sat down only to sit on something squishy and hairy.
"AAAAAAHHHHH!" Hermione screamed jumping out of the chair, "What are you doing here, Harry?"
"Me? What are you doing here Hermione? Why aren't you asleep?"
"I was just thinking about . . . things." Hermione's eyes were all puffy and bloodshot, and she had been crying. It had been only a month since her parents had been killed by Voldemort's lackeys. She had been dealing with her grief admirably, given the fact that she had a huge amount of stress on her already.
Harry sat down in the chair, and bringing Hermione with him, pulled his best friend into a tight hug, and soothingly stroked her hair and back. He felt horrible, knowing most of her stress came from him; she knew the prophecy, she was doing overtime in the library to help prepare him for the battle, on top of that she had her prefect duties and her parents.
Hermione relaxed into Harry's chest, buried her face in his shoulder and sobbed her heart out. She couldn't help but feel safe in Harry's arms. She'd had feelings for her raven haired best friend for the past few years, but could never get up the Gryffindor courage to say anything to him about it. Taking a deep breath, she inhaled the wonderful smell she had come to know as Harry, like being in the woods on a sunny day, pine trees and sunshine.
Slowly her crying ebbed but he was still holding her, slightly rocking her back and forth, and playing with her hair. She looked up into his startlingly brilliant eyes, something she seldom did, because she would give her self away too easily, and found he was staring back at her with an odd expression on his face.
Harry was lost. His best friend was in so much pain because of him and all he could think was 'Gods she is so beautiful.' All he wanted to do was holding Hermione and take her pain away, he couldn't bear the thought that the woman he loved was in so much pain. To him she was an angel: smart, funny, gorgeous in an ethereal way, but he could never tell her that, it would ruin their friendship, because she would never have thoughts like that about him.
Looking down at her, he noticed her cinnamon eyes were staring into his, and her face was slightly flushed, she was everything he wanted. Throwing all doubts out of his head he leaned down slowly, and captured Hermione's lips in a sweet and passionate kiss. She responded by bringing her arms up to the base of his neck, and running her fingers through his hair, and deepening the kiss. It was amazing, and the first of many more to come.
The end.