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A/N: Harry/Hermione I felt were always meant to be, though my favorite pair is Drarry. I just don't think I could do Drarry justice so I'll just try this :/ Anyway… Enjoy! Oh, and sorry it's short, I just wanted to get the prologue out so ;P
Prologue
Hermione leaned over Ron, placing a gently kiss on his cheek as he slept. She walked over to the wardrobe and looked at herself in the mirror in the dark. Her eyes moved down to her left hand where her wedding ring should have been but instead it was held tight in her right hand. Hermione shoved the ring in her coat pocket before leaving their small townhome, grabbing her wand on her way out.
She had not intended to end up at his house, but she had missed him so much lately. And with Ron acting like a bloody git, she felt the need to see him. With a quick rap on the door Hermione heard him rustling to come and see who it was. With what seemed like a lifetime, he opened the door, his dark hair was ruffled and hung around his glasses that framed his emerald colored eyes.
"Hermione?" His voice was surprised, but happy nonetheless.
"Harry!" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.
Once the hug was broken he ushered her inside and into the parlor where she sat on the couch.
"Well… This certainly is a surprise, haven't seen you since the wedding." Harry said, blinking his eyes a couple times as if he couldn't believe it was actually her. "Er… Would you like some tea?" He asked, nervously running his hand through his hair. The dark haired boy's tongue darted out and licked his bottom lip, as it always did when his nerves were acting up. Harry had been trying not to remember what he had admitted to Hermione the night of her wedding to his best friend.
"I would love some." She said with a bright smile, her bushy brown hair was a little wild, but her signature curls were still distinctive. The cold had caused color to flood to her nose and cheeks, making her look more like the young girl she was when they had first met.
Harry nodded and quickly shuffled out of the room, leaving Hermione to examine his household. Hermione didn't stand but looked around the dimly lit parlor, she noticed a sitting chair that had a stack of books beside it –she was pleasantly surprised to see that Harry had finally taken a liking to reading-. Her brown eyes did a quick sweep of the rest of the room and then landed on a clumsy Harry making his way back into the room.
He handed her the tea and sat beside her, leaving a little space between them. "So… What brings you here at… Two o'clock in the morning? And without Ron," Harry asked as he turned to look at her, straightening his glasses as they had fallen quite a bit down his nose.
Hermione smiled lightly at him, "Well I had been thinking about what you had told me the other night-" She said, referring to Harry's confession on her wedding night.
Harry interrupted her, "I'm sorry Hermione, that was completely wrong of me. My timing was very poor, and I should never had told you in the first place-" But she held up her hand so he would stop,
"I said I was thinking about what you had told me… And I realized… I felt the same way, but Harry, you must realize it is much too late for anything to be done about this and I think it is best if we just try to be friends and nothing more… And we certainly cannot tell Ron." Hermione said, wringing her hands together as she looked down and away from his piercing gaze.
"Hermione, look at me" And she did so, watching his face carefully.
The bushy haired girl couldn't control herself, she had cared for him for so long and was unable to express it. Hermione shifted forward so her lips brushed gently against his, and that's all it took, Harry immediately understood what she needed from him and pulled her into his chest. She looked up at him and kissed him again, only once Hermione told herself as she wrapped her arms around Harry's neck, only once.
A/N: So? How do you guys like it? R&R please, would you like more?