Author's Note

Hi! I'm new to fanfiction! In fact, THIS IS MY VERY FIRST ONE! So, some reviews would be nice! I need at least 3 before I update again. Anyway, I LOVE Harry Potter, and I love this couple! In my opinion, they are MUCH better than Ron and Hermione. There's probably someone out there who wants to punch me in the face now. Sorry! Anyway, if you like this story, go ahead and favorite it. I won't mind, I promise :)! Thanks a lot! Also, DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE DEATHLY HALLOWS! THIS IS THE ONLY SPOILER ALERT YOU'LL GET! (Okay, I'm done now)

-SmartBlonde132012

(P.S. I'm thinking about doing a Hunger Games fanfic, too. It'll be about Katniss/Peeta. Let me know what you think!)

Rated T; Because that's how I would rate The Deathly Hallows

Disclaimer; I don't own Harry Potter, or anything related to Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. (If I owned Harry Potter, do you think I would be writing fanfictions?)

Chapter 1

Too long. That's how long Ron had been gone, in Hermione's opinion. It had been weeks since him and Harry had fought, and he'd been gone ever since. She had expected him to come back since he had left the tent that night, and because of this, she stayed up every night sitting in a chair until she saw the sun peek through the entrance of the tent. She would then go collapse on her cot and sleep for about three hours, when she would awaken to eat and resume her position in the chair.

She was sitting in the chair this very moment, thinking worthless thoughts, until Harry came inside for dinner.

"I'm going to make a sandwich or something. Is that good with you?" She nodded her head absentmindedly, because at the moment all she could think about was the cool wind that Harry had let in when he came in. She had been cold before, even though she was wearing three sweaters and her coat. The wind had her all but shivering.

Harry must have noticed, because he went over to his cot and got his thick blanket and draped it over her. He smiled a little a smile.

"How about a cup of hot cocoa instead?" Hermione gave a tiny smile back. "Yes please."

When he went to prepare her drink, Hermione snuggled into the blanket and, checking to make sure Harry wasn't looking, took a sniff of the blanket.

She didn't know why, but something about his scent calmed her in a way. He smelled like vanilla and something else she couldn't decide on. It made her feel at home, and safe.

And this is one of the reasons Ron had left. Come to think of it, it probably was the reason he left. She knew she had feelings for Ron, but she didn't quite understand what those feelings were. She also knew she had feelings for Harry, but she has always labeled those as ones of friendship. They were practically brother and sister.

It was because of this that Hermione got irate. Whenever Harry entered the room, her heart skipped a beat, and whenever he smiled, she felt like smiling too.

With Ron though, it was entirely different. He would always fight with her, and then come crawling back asking for her to do his homework and never apologizing for whatever it was they fought over. Now that Hermione thought about it, Ron had only thanked her a couple of times, and she'd been doing it for him since first year!

It was Harry with her cup of hot chocolate that stopped her internal comparison. She smiled at him and took it from him with a meaningful "Thank you." Harry nodded. Then, out of nowhere, he took her hand and tugged on it. She looked up, confused. But none the less, she stands up. He places the hand that isn't holding hers and puts it on her neck. For a millisecond, Hermione forgot how to breathe. The he pulls the locket that she had forgotten she was still wearing off her neck and set it on the table nearby. He then dragged her over to the couch near the small fireplace and motioned for her to sit down, and she did. He pulled out his wand and shot a few sparks into the fireplace, making a fire ignite, but barely warming Hermione. Harry came and sat next to her on the tiny couch, a little closer than necessary Hermione noted.

She could feel his warm body heat radiating off of him, and she moved closer to him on the couch. As though he could read her mind, Harry put his arm around her shoulder and started to rub her arm, quickly warming her. Slowly, she leaned her head down on his shoulder, bringing a small smile to Harry's face.

Hermione didn't know, but Harry's feelings for her had started to grow. It started around fourth year, when he and Hermione had started to spend more time together than normal. In fifth year, it was clearer that she had feelings for Ron, so Harry had dated Cho Chang briefly, but she soon broke up with him because she suspected his feelings for Hermione were more than just friendly. Sixth year, he thought he had feelings for Ginny Weasley, but when he saw Hermione crying after Ron kissed Lavender, he knew that his feelings were so much more than what they had been. That was half of the reason he broke up with Ginny. Now, with Ron gone and Hermione snuggled up next to him, he couldn't expect it to get much better.

Absentmindedly, Hermione draped her arm over Harry's torso and snuggled in closer to him, warming her even more. She pulled up her legs and put them on her right of the couch, so her left side was fully pressed against Harry. He then took hiss other arm and wrapped it around her, so she was as close to him as she could get without being on his lap. Hermione didn't notice until then how tired she was, so she closed her eyes and moved her head to Harry's chest. As she was drifting off, Harry took her mug and set it on the floor beside them. He snuggled in closer to her, and he could tell she was so close to being asleep, she wouldn't notice anything, so, very softly, he kissed her bushy hair and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"Goodnight 'Mione. I'm glad you're still here with me"

He then laid his head on top of hers and, for the first time in weeks, fell into a deep sleep free of nightmares.

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