Remembering

Hermione pulled down one of the old dusty photo albums from her library shelf. She was now 22 and an auror. She had a flat that she shared with her boyfriend. And lived in California U.S.A. She had come over the year after she had got out of Hogwarts. Leaving Harry, Ron and all the other people she knew, that made her childhood worth living for.
Hermione opened the album, and gasped. Inside she discovered pictures she had wanted to lock away from her forever. One of the main reasons she had moved half way across the world. Harry. She thought to herself, No you can't blame the whole thing on Harry. She flipped a page and saw one of her very favorite pictures; Harry, kissing his way down her neck, that Christmas morning he had proposed to her . . .

Flashback
Hermione headed into the boys' Dorms after opening all her own presents that Christmas morning. But not receiving one from her own boyfriend, Harry.
Walking in, she sat herself down on the sleeping Harry's bed. And leaning forward, she placed a small kiss in his lips. Harry woke up to this pleasant sensation and deepened the kiss, all without even opening his eyes.
While they had a small make out session that was growing deeper by the second . . . Dean, Neville, Seamus, and Ron all slipped out of the dorm. Ron stopped at the door and looked back. He smirked at seeing Harry and Hermione still at it, and then Harry opening his eyes for the first times this morning, and look around to see if the dorm was empty. Seeing Ron there and smirking at him and Hermione kissing, Harry took his right arm up from around Hermione's waist and waved it at Ron. Indicating for him to leave. Ron smirked all the brighter and flashed Harry a thumbs-up sign. For he had known what Harry was intending to do this wonderful bright Christmas morning.
Hermione pulled away gasping for breath. Also pulling away from his warmth, and seeing as how she was dressed in a silk spaghetti strap shirt and silky bottoms, she was now cold. So she crawled up the edge of Harry's bed and slipped under the covers next to him.

"Morning, sleepy head." She said smiling, as she snuggled up closed to him capturing the heat of his body. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas 'Mione" Harry said. Draping his arm around her and pulling her closer. "I love you baby."

"Hmmm, I love you too Harry." Hermione replied enjoying the feel of him.

Harry pulled his arm back and twisted slightly so that they were staring each other directly in the eye. And Hermione picked up the nervousness in his emerald eyes. She also took the chance to observe what a sexy young man he had become. He was no longer that shrimpy 11 year old with knobby knees and glasses. Now he was a sexy muscular young man with pitch-black hair and brilliant green eyes that were no longer shadowed by awkward glasses, but visible threw contacts.
Though at the moment he seemed quite worried.

"Umm, you're probably wondering where your Christmas present is. Aren't you?" He asked reaching behind him and opening his nightstand drawer and pulling out a small something. But quickly hiding it behind his back.

"Yeah," Hermione said slowly. Looking suspiciously from his hands to his face. "Yeah, I was." Staring back into his eyes, her own twinkling.

Harry slipped out of bed and drooped down to one knee. Hermione felt a lump in her throat. She knew what he was going to do! He was going to propose!

"Hermione," Harry started, his voice a little shaky though he was determined to keep it even. "You have always been there for me, since we were 11. You were there when I needed you the most. If it wasn't for you, 'Mione, I don't think I would be here at all. You are the smartest, most beautiful, most spectacular person I have ever met. I love you with all my heart, Hermione. I always have. And I promise to you right now," At this point, Harry paused and took hold of her left hand, and held it tight in his own. "That I will always love you, no matter what happens between us. Not matter what happens Hermione, I will love you. Hermione Granger, will you love me back and," Harry took a deep breath, and rubbed his hand along the top of hers. "Hermione will you marry me?" Harry finished and opened the ring box to reveal a huge diamond surrounded by two glowing smaller emeralds. When Hermione just stared at him and said nothing, Harry looked down and closed his eyes for the smallest of seconds. Before taking a deep breath and staring back into her eyes. With a larger amount of fear and worried ness searing thought his own.
Hermione was speechless, no breathless. By now she had tears in her eyes. She had always fantasized about this day. But never had one of her dreams been this amazing, for she had never been with the true man of her life. But now she was. Harry.

"Yes, I will," She choked out. Harry let out a long sigh of relief, and removed the ring from its stand in the red velvet box and placed it on her finger. Aaaahhh, a perfect fit. Hermione couldn't stop the tears or the smiling at that moment. Tears leaked out of her eyes as she whirled her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly. Never in her whole entire life had she ever even dreamed of being this happy.

Harry broke the kiss and looked at her left hand. "It fits you," He replied.

"Of course it does. You gave it to me." Hermione smiled. And Harry smiled back.

Harry stood up and extended his hand to her. Hermione grasped it and allowed him to pull her to her feet. Smiling Harry raised her and then kissed her passionately. Hermione depend the kiss. He let his hands roam freely up her back and passed her sides. While her hands were stuck firmly in his hair, and neck. Harry pulled away from her reluctantly, from lack of air. Breathing heavily, he leaned his forehead so that it was against hers, and breathed:

"I love you so much Hermione."

"I love you too Harry."

Harry lowered his head and placed butterfly kisses on the sides of her neck. While Hermione moaned from the touch of his lips on her skin.

But unfortunately, before either of them could take things to a new height, {Wink} Ron had bust in the room with what appeared to be Colin's camera and snapped a shot of them both, while grinning broadly . . ..

End of Flashback

Hermione looked up from the moving wizard picture with tears loading up her eyes. She thought of Harry. He was the sweetest, nicest, sexiest guy she had ever known. Hermione got off her knees with the album cradled in her arms; she made her way to her bedroom.

Hermione had a loving boyfriend that she shared her flat with. Though they both had separate bedrooms across the hall from each other. Hermione still felt it wasn't right to sleep together yet. She loved Dean dearly, but to her something still felt awkward.

Closing the door behind her, Hermione let herself fall onto her bed. Quietly, she reopened the album. And seeing pictures of Harry with her in his arms both looking so happy, made tears threaten to over flow Hermione's eyes. She remembered what it felt like to be held by him, and how much she missed it. The way he would sometimes bring his arms around her waist and grope her arse. Then she would either swat at him playfully or simply press her buttocks onto him more firmly.
Hermione smiled to herself, still staring at the picture, remembering some of her most precious moments. Openly smiling, as she allowed that thrilling thoughts cross her mind for a moment.

"Honey?" Dean called through the flat. Just coming home from Gringotts, the wizard bank, where he worked.

Hermione sighed slightly, not wanting to be disturbed. "I'm coming, hold on a sec!" She called back down.

Walking down the stairs, she peered at Dean; he was sitting at the kitchen table looking at her.

"Hey honey," Dean said with great enthusiasm. "How was your day?"

"Umm, ok," Hermione was hesitant about her answer though. She thought about telling him about the album she found. But decided she would rather look at her engagement pictures with another man alone. She just didn't think that she would be comfortable looking at those pictures oh her and Harry, when Dean was staring over her shoulder. After all, She thought, remember some of the things that Ron and some other friends had taken pictures of? And that thought made her giggle slightly.

But Dean didn't seem to notice.

He didn't seem to notice much anymore. Sure, he's kind and always says he loves me, and always kisses me. Hermione thought to herself. And she wanted to believe that she loved him back. But somewhere inside her, she had the feeling; it was just an act to get her in bed with him. She also knew but didn't want to believe that this relationship was going down hill... fast. But she didn't think that Dean noticed that either.

"Hermione let's go out to dinner tonight. Not casually. There's this Italian place that I want to take you to.

Hermione just nodded and walked back upstairs. Opening her bedroom door, she spotted her photo album lying on her bed. Sighing she took the album, her book of forbidden memories, was what it was. She threw it into her desk draw and slammed the draw closed.

NO, She told herself, you've been through enough pain from Harry. Just looking at that thing will make you remember how much he hurt you. You've moved ON!

But looking at that will make you remember the good times.

But also the times that she had left Harry for. No. That was it she had had enough. Sighing she went over to her walk in closet and browsed though her fancy dresses. Finally deciding on a knee-high maroon dress with a low back and spaghetti straps. And after applying makeup and a necklace that Harry had given her for her birthday one year, she went downstairs to find Dean sitting there waiting for her.

He looked up when he heard her approach, and the smile that was on his face flickered before reappearing in a force.

"Oh, that's the dress that you are going to wear?"

"Uhh, yeah, why?" Hermione replied coldly. Not only had Dean not been noticing things but instead of giving her compliments he had taken to insults. Or as he called it when she had confronted him with it 'constructive criticism'. Hmph, my ass.

"No reason, I just thought that you were going to wear something nicer that's all."

Hermione shook her, she couldn't take much more of this bullshit.

After arriving at the restaurant and ordering food, Hermione could find nothing worth saying to Dean, that's how things had been going for sometime now. Silence. Looking over at Dean Hermione noticed that he looked completely out of it and his attention was not on what he was eating- never mind Hermione, but down at the other side of the restaurant. Hermione followed his gaze and saw to her displeasure that he was staring at a hot young babe who was slyly seducing him by sucking and licking the chocolate off her spoon.

Damn slut. Hermione thought. Turning her disgusted face back to look at Dean, she shook her head.

"Dean. Dean!" She called, but Dean was out in left field. Frustration getting the best of her, Hermione took her full glass of water and threw it at him. Catching him totally by surprise.

"What the hell did you do that for?!" Dean growled angrily. Looking down at his new fine suit. That was now drenched in water- freezing cold water. "What the fuck is wrong with you!?"

Hermione smirked at the look of him. He was getting stares from almost every one in the room, as he tried desperately to clean himself up.

"I have had enough of this." Hermione fumed. "This has gone too far." Dean was looking at her like she had six heads.

"Hermione," he said slowly, "what do you mean, what are you talking about?"

"I MEAN US!" Hermione was screaming now and attracting even more stares. "I'M TALKING ABOUT HOW YOU DON'T NOTICE THINGS ABOUT ME ANYMORE, HOW YOU DON'T COMPLAMENT ME BUT GIVEME INSULTS, AND HOW YOU ARE STARING AT THE SLUT OVER THERE!!" Hermione stood up and screamed the last part, while pointing at the woman who was now frozen in place staring at the episode at Hermione's table.

"YOU ARE NOTHING LIKE HARRY, DEAN!" Hermione screamed running out of the restaurant, and apperating home crying.

"Oh Harry! I NEED YOU HARRY!!" And she cried.

(A/N) Please review, and please don't put any flames. I'm a new author. And if you don't like it please be nice about it. =) If you do like my story then I'll be needing at least 10 positive reviews before I post the next chapter. And thank you every one for reading! Hope you enjoyed!)