She was lonely. The moment I entered the tent I stood staring at her. She was sitting on the lower bunk of the bed and wearing an excruciatingly long face with a morose expression. Ron had left days ago when we had a row. I was so grateful that Hermione chose to stay with me instead of giving in to Ron's whims.

Seeing her like this though, was almost unbearable to watch. She even seemed too depressed to notice I'm here. No, I reckon she's too so into sulking to notice anything.

A radio sat beside her. It was playing quite a lovely old song. I wondered if she could hear it. I studied her again. Her eyes were dark red in all places and her lips seemed trembling. It pained me to see her like this, and it pained me even more to think that she may already had romantic feelings for Ron.

I couldn't stand it anymore.

I walked towards her and when I was near enough, she moved her head towards me. The cinnamon eyes staring at me were wells of grief and darkness. The way she looked my way instantly made me want to hug all her troubles away. Kissing her pain and anxieties gone seemed to be the most right thing to do. Perhaps, during that moment, I had forgotten about finding Horcruxes and defeating Voldemort. After all, Hermione had always been the most important person to me anyways. I reached for her hand and brought it to my lips. A surprised expression registered on her beautiful face. A fraction of a second later, she might have seen my intentions—or so she thought—because she smiled.

Then she let me pull her up to stand. I was holding her both hands now. Her tiny soft hands felt wonderful on mine. I didn't know why the bloody hell I did it, but I started to sway. A small laugh escaped her lips and she, too, began to sway. Her chuckle brought heaven to my senses. I pulled her into an embrace. She stared at me questioningly as if I've never done it before. I didn't answer and just waited for her next reaction. Relief flooded me when she smiled again but it was immediately stolen when she wrapped her arms around my neck. I tensed at first then settled comfortably.

We danced and stayed looking at each other for Merlin only knows how long. I was too mesmerized by our closeness, too dazed in her scent to become aware of anything else. She looked like sunshine, smelled like sunshine and felt like one.

I removed one arm from her waist and brought it to her cheeks. She appeared undecided whether she like what was going on.

I didn't want to give her time to decide.

So I didn't.

My fingers quickly shifted from her cheek to her chin and I kissed her. I didn't want to sound mushy but I literally believed that fireworks went off inside my brain. Her lips were soft and sweet. I've never had anything more wonderful.

"Harry," she whispered during an instant I took my lips away from hers and then back. It took me some seconds to realize and stop. I tried hard to end the kiss and wonder. Why? Why did she let me kiss her?

I glanced at her. The answer was there, written bright and clear in her lovely face, twinkling eyes, sparkling smile and all.

She loves me too.

Our lips locked again.

A/N: This just came to me in a dream actually. It's weird because I've never read one HarryxHermione fanfic before. It was always Dramione. HAHA. And yes, this is my first fanfic :)))