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Summary: Wedding Vows.
A/N: not my first fic, but the first I'm posting. I like flames, so if u really don't like my story, u can send 5 flames for all I care.
Harry's P.O.V.
"I can't believe I never noticed it. It was like something just clicked. And it happened in the worst place possible…the middle of my Quidditch game against Slytherin. And as I think about it, I don't recall anything different happening. There was no sunlight hitting your face just right, no unique expression on your face that I haven't seen before. It was just you. You were sitting there next to Neville and Hagrid, cheering. I just hovered in midair on my Firebolt staring at you. I'm not even sure if you noticed. And I remember one thought racing through my mind. 'It's Hermione.' And if anyone were to ask me to explain it, I couldn't. But it summed up everything I was feeling at that moment. Then I remember Fred coming up next to me, asking me if I was okay. I merely nodded. I knew I had to look away from you, and I wish I could sound like a hopeless romantic and tell you that I completely forgot about the game and just continued staring at you, but I can't. I did look away. I raced off in search of the Snitch. And we did wind up winning that game. As I flew to the ground, everyone rushed from the bleachers onto the field. You came over and gave me the usual 'Congratulations!' hug before I got lifted onto everyone's shoulders. I looked down at you, only to realize that feeling wasn't there anymore. I admit, I never did look at you the same way anymore, and I couldn't help think about that single minute sometimes. The minute that the 'Hermione Epiphany', which I began to call it, happened. I thought about it at the 6th year ball when you wore your sky blue dress robes. I thought about it in 7th year when Terry Boot asked you out and you accepted. And I am thinking about it now. So believe me when I say I love you, Hermione Granger."
Hermione's P.O.V.
"I always knew girls matured faster than boys. So I wasn't surprised when I had discovered my feelings for you before you even realized that I wasn't just 'Hermione, the buddy.' And after that Quidditch game when you had your 'Hermione Epiphany,' as you so delicately put it, you didn't start showing romantic feelings for me, I just kind of gave up. We both went on dates. And I remember so many times when I told you I had a date, you would get that adorable expression on your face, clearly showing you were jealous. So I guessed your heart knew it before your mind, because you never acted jealous or said anything about it. And of course I wasn't going to wait forever for you to realize your feelings. Back then, knowing your stubbornness, you probably wouldn't have figured it out until we were on our deathbeds. And being magical, that would be a long time. I think Ron figured it out before you did. But you did come around after all. I, for one, am glad it happened sooner rather than later. So I guess what I'm trying to say is, Harry Potter, I've always loved you, and I always will."
A/N: ok, that sucked, I know. But it just popped into my head one night. Please review, just to let me know if I suck a lot, or just a little. Thanks for reading!