Author's Note: One of my pointless, fluffy stories. :) Ah, the cheesy goodness of fluff.
Perfection
I wanted to tell her that I loved her, but why couldn't I?
I always thought I was courageous. Not to brag, but I am Harry Potter, I fought against many dark, powerful wizards in this world. So why was I so afraid to tell someone that I had fallen for her?
So I was not as brave or strong as I thought I was, then. I do have a weakness.
Yes, I, Harry James Potter, was afraid to tell my best friend that I had fallen for her.
I always appreciated all the nights when she stayed up late with me to hear my complaints. And how she would help me with my school work after. It was very sweet of her. I told her all my worries; she took them in and always understood. She always knew how I was feeling. She knew where to find me when no one else could. And she was always there for me, never leaving my side. That was why I loved her so much.
Hermione is perfect. Just perfect.
"Harry? Did you hear what I just said?" I heard Hermione say. She was waving her hand in front of my face, trying to zone me out.
"Wha- oh. Yes, yeah, I did." I said rather groggily.
We were seated on the floor in the common room, watching the fire- we've been doing that a lot lately.
"Is something bothering you?" she asked, so full of concern.
I smiled. "No worries, I'm just tired, that's all."
"I can see you are. We've been sitting here for almost two hours now. Come on, let's get to bed." She took my hands and pulled me up. She was about to go up to the girls' dormitories, but I took her in my arms again and kissed her head.
"I love you, Hermione." I whispered to her.
"I love you too, Harry." she whispered back and I held her tighter.
We stayed like that for a while. Then I spoke. "My Hermione. You will always be my Hermione."
She fiddled with my shirt, and I felt her smile. "Just perfect."