Authors Note: Hello. Welcome to my story. This is my first story, but I am no stranger to fanfiction. I have been reading stories on this site for quite some time and I've finally worked up the nerve to create an account and to post something of my own :) I hope you all enjoy and please don't hesitate to review. I'd like to hear some thoughts and opinions even if some may be negative, I would like to hear it. Now for a little background This story will be a 3 part piece. I am going to keep it all together and just continue it within this title. Updates will be fairly often, I have the story outlined and plan on updating once to twice a week. This will be a Harry/Hermione pairing with a few side pairings. The first part takes place during the Horcrux hunt right as Ron leaves. Some things may be skipped as far as the original story line but only to keep this story moving. Now enough with my jibber jabber let the reading begin!

I took no part in the creation of the Harry Potter series. I am just another fan amongst many.

"He's gone..." Hermione said while coming back into the tent. "I can't believe he left...just like that". She sat at the table and placed her head in her hands.

"It will be ok.", I said while taking a seat next to her. Both shocked at their supposed best friend. Hermione sobs into her hands and Harry gently places a hand on her back trying to sooth her. She turns and buries her head in his shoulder while wrapping her arms around him for comfort. Harry completly unsure of how to handle a crying a girl let alone a crying Hermione, wraps his arms awkwardly around her while still sitting by her side and starts to pat her back. The anger he feels quicky turns to confusion and contentment as her sobs quiet down.

"What are we going to do?"she cries into his shoulder gripping his back as if he was going to leave as well.

"We will get through it and keep going, just as we've always done." he replies with a steel glint in his eyes.

A few days later, after mourning the betrayal of their friend, Harry and Hermione pack up and head off to a different place. Neither one spoke much, both to lost in their thoughts.

"He was right. I have no clue as to what i am doing. I wish Dumbeldore would have been more specific or given us more to work with. How am I supposed to figure out where Voldemort hid his soul bits...let alone figure out objects he's hidden them in. It could be anything. How am I to destroy them? Ugh... These same thoughts keep running through his head as he sits out in the night, watching in case of deatheaters or any other threats.

Sobs broke through his train of thought. 'Hermione.' he sighed out loud. 'If only Ron hadn't left. Not that we'd be any further but at least we'd all be together. He may be a git but he's still my best mate. Poor Hermione... she doesn't even know.' Harry sighed again. Thinking back on a previous conversation with Ron the last time he saw the burrow.

"It's not that I don't love her...I do...just not in the way she wants me to. I mean there was a time sure when I've fancied myself in love with her. It's easy to fall in love with her and see a future. She's amazing really...but as much as I'd want to be the one for her, or as much as she wants me to be the one for her...i've learned that I'm not the one she needs.", Ron stated as we were getting ready for Bill and Fleur's wedding

"I'm not sure I understand. You say you love her but aren't in love with her, but you say she's amazing and you can see a future with her but you're not who she needs? If two people wanted to be together wouldn't they I don't know be together?" I asked in confusion, while straightening his tie.

"Harry. It's...it's complicated. I just want her to be happy and I know I can't make her happy." he finished while tying his shoe.

"Shouldn't that be her choice?" I said while looking at Ron.

Ron stood from the bed and looked at Harry for a few moments before responding. He looked at Harry as though he felt sorry for him for not understanding.

"I may have the emotional range of a teaspoon but I know that I'm not in love with her and I know she's not in love with me whether she admits it or not. There may be a spark sure...but to make fireworks you need more than just a spark and she will figure that out eventually once she stops thinking so much." Ron said while moving to the door.

"I don't think Hermione will ever stop thinking." I said back while following him out the door.

Harry shook his head and sighed again. His thoughts moving to Ginny.

'I'm still not quite sure what he means about fireworks. I didn't feel anything when I kissed Cho. With Ginny sure it feels great when I'm with her. She knows me and listens to what I have to say and the kisses we've shared have been fantastic. I'm sure i've felt fireworks with her. Does she need me though? Would I be able to live without her? Do I want her or do I need her? I don't get it. If two people want to be together than they should be. I don't need Ginny I want her. I broke up with her to keep her safe I'm sure I'm in love with her.

Harry bangs his head back against the tree. I shoudn't be thinking about this right now. Before he can change his thoughts a memory flashes in his mind back to his godfather.

"So tell me about this girl that has your attention pup? Is she a looker?", Sirius asked while we were sitting in the library.

"She's bloody georgous...but she cries a lot." I drift off while looking at my lap.

"Ah... and you're not well versed in the crying woman...trust me kiddo I still don't know how to help a crying witch. I leave that stuff to old Moony...he's good with stuff like that."he replied.

"I mean I don't know. I lke her and shes beautiful and when we kissed..."

"You kissed her? You sly dog... more like me than I thought kissing older girls in school. Memories.." he interrupted and sighed with a goofy grin.

"Well she kissed me actually...and she was crying, but Sirius I didn't feel anything. You know how girls are always talking about feelings and that... well all I felt was...wet from her crying. I felt bad for her actually.." I drifted off.

"I see. She's not your one than I take it?" Sirius said after sipping from his tumbler and leaning back in his armchair.

"My one what?"I asked, frowing in confusion.

"Harry my boy... your one. The one person in this world that completes you. When you hold her its the most satisfying feeling of contentment and when you kiss her the world stops and you feel nothing but explosions in your very being. The one person you can share everything with, and you can laugh with and be happy with. That one person where you can be exactly who you are without fear of embarrassment because that one person sees beyond your flaws, that one person that just sees you. The one person who is your everything...at least thats how your father explained it" he drifted off in thought.

A few moments of silence passed before Sirius spoke again.

"You know I was about your age when I thought I was in love but found out I wasn't. You see this witch was beautiful and smart. Wickedly smart. I used to start fights with her because thats when I thought she was the most beautiful. I never pursued her though. You see one of my best mates thought he was in love with her. Well you can't break the code of mates. Just ain't right, but I fell for her and turns out she had a thing for me as well." Sirius said dejectedly.

Sirius was staring in the fire with a look of sadness crossing his features.

"One night in the Gryffyndor common room I was sitting on a chair just thinking. Thinking about what I was going to do. I couldn't stop the feelings no matter how much I tried. She walked in than...finishing up her prefect duties. She stopped and looked at me and I stared right back. It was like I couldn't stop myself. I stood up and crossed the room to where she was. We stood there for a few moments before I worked up the nerve and I kissed her. She was my first kiss and I hers..."a tear rolled down his cheek.

"What happend?" I asked.

"Nothing." he said.

"Nothing?"

"Nothing. I felt a spark and she did too but...it wasn't right. It wasn't the explosion your father said it would be. I felt nothing. She said the same and we both ended up laughing and ever since we were just friends. As a matter a fact our seventh year was when she found the one she was meant to be with. I'll never forget that look on her face when she walked in. It was a mix of confusion and contentment, just a look in her eyes and you knew she found her one." Sirius said with a laugh.

"Who was her one?" I asked with a feeling I didn't like creeping up my neck.

"Harry we were all kids too once. Lost in hormones and emotions. The one for that witch was one of the most magnificient wizards I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. He was my best friend from the start. His name was James Potter. Your father Harry." Sirius said with a look of shame.

"You kissed my mum? Did my dad know?" I asked standing up and starting to hypervenitilate.

"Yeah. He knew. I couldn't keep a secret from him. He was pissed for a few days but once I told him everything his exact words were "Padfoot, what you did broke our code of friendship but to be perfetly honest I can't blame you. It's hard not to fall in love with her, but to pay me back for the trust put in a good word for me. She may refuse to realize it right now but she's my one as I am hers."He was right because here you are. I have never seen a couple more passionate and in love as them together. They were unstoppable and just made for eachother. To the very end their love was the stongest I've ever seen." He said while lifting his glass in a toast to them both.

"How did he know? I assume they didn't kiss or touch eachother until they got together from the stories I've heard." I asked more confused than ever.

Sirius laughed and stood up getting ready to leave. "Easy. She pushed him in third year and called him an egotistical toerag with a head to big to fit through the door. He knew ever since she touched him. He was devoted ever since." he said with a clap on my shoulder as he made his way out the library.

Shaking his head of the memory, Harry ran his hand through his hair and stood. The sobbing had stopped but he could here the wizarding radio switching channels.

Making his way back into the tent, Harry saw Hermione sitting at the table listening to the song playing. They were all eachother had right now. She looked up as he came in and all he could see was hurt in her eyes. Her eyes were red and puffy and her hair was a tangled mess. His best friend needed him right now. Thinking quickly Harry smiled and started to dance eventually pulling her up with him.

"Harry", she said while trying to stop him, but he just kept on. A few moments later she was smiling.

"Theres that smile." he said while spinning her out.

"Oh Harry.", she laughed a little when he pulled her back in.

It was that moment when he knew. 'No...'

Holding her in his arms they both stared at eachother. 'It can't be.'

With Sirius's words still ringing in his head. It was like I couldn't stop myself...

Harry bowed his head and kissed her.

Before he was lost to the sensation, there was just one word going through his head the moment their lips touched.

'Fireworks.'

End of chapter one. I hope you enjoyed the initial start up. Please let me know what you think. :)