I've been dreamin'
It's Christmas time at Hogwarts. Ron and the rest of the Weasley's have gone home to spend time with their parents and Harry and Hermione have been left alone in Gryffindor Tower. White Christmas by Bing Cosby is playing on Hermione's radio, as she is humming along to the lyrics whilst studying for Ancient Runes.
"Do you want to play a game Hermione?" Harry asked abruptly.
"Harry, I've told you countless times, I do not appreciate you beating me at Wizard's Chess every time you get bored." Said Hermione, a little irritably, as she was translating a particularly difficult passage from her textbook. Harry chuckled.
"No, I meant a different game." Harry said, "Wizard's Chess can get boring after a while… but don't tell Ron." He added with a wink.
"So what do you want to play?" She said, the slightest hint of caution in her voice. Harry, taking no notice, carried on.
"We're gonna play, I've been dreaming!" He said, a grin on his face not unlike the ones usually plastered to Fred and Gorge's faces when planning a prank.
"What's that?" Hermione said, a look of bemusement on her face.
"Well," Harry began, with the air of a supervillian about to reveal their master plan. "We each say 'I've been dreaming' and then say some random thing that they want, like 'I've been dreaming of some Chocolate Frogs'. I'll go first." He added, before Hermione even had time to respond.
"I've been dreaming of a Christmas Kiss." Hermione blushed. Why did he have to do that? Hermione thought, that makes it so awkward when you consider we are the only people in Gryffindor tower!
"Um, Harry-" She began, but stopped when she felt Harry's soft hand on her chin. She looked down at the ground, too embarrassed to say anything.
"What I want to say is," Harry began, oh god, this isn't good… Hermione thought "I love you Hermione…"
"Harry James Potter. That is undoubtedly the stupidest way to tell someone you love them that I can think of." Harry had a hurt expression on his face, until Hermione looked up from the ground with a grin on her face. She leaned in and brushed her lips against his mouth. Harry leaned in for more and ended up spilling ink all over the common room floor. Hermione began to think that these holidays might not be so bad after all.
A/N
Hi guys!
This fic could either be a one shot or an intro to a longer fic… I don't know, if you guys have any ideas, be sure to leave them in a review and I'll think about what to do. Thanks for reading!