She stepped onto the bright platform. Platform 9 ¾. As ridiculous as it was, it gave the pretty brunette a sense of excitement; and the knowledge that she was almost there. Almost home. Back at Hogwarts where she belonged. She scanned the crowd of students to find a flash of red. She would have looked for the crow-black hair, but red was much easier to spot in such a large crowd of energetic students. Typical first years, she thought. She continued to search for the red head she had gotten to know so well over the years. Ron. She had always considered him a protective older brother; sometimes even annoyingly so. But all her negative thoughts on Ron melted away as she saw one of the few people who could generate complete happiness within herself. Harry Potter.

She loved him, although she would never tell him that until he said it to her. But she did indeed love everything about him. His electric green eyes, his quidditch scars, his confident walk, even his messy hair appealed to her. And finally, in their sixth year, he had started to see her as more than a friend.

FLASHBACK

Hermione sat laughing in the quidditch pitch with Harry. He came down from flying for a bit to keep her company. It was a beautiful day and Hermione couldn't have felt happier, sitting there laughing with one of her best friends of all time. There was a comfortable silence between the two, and Hermione sat admiring her surroundings. The sun was shining, the wind was blowing, and she had almost everyone she cared about, right there on the quidditch pitch. There was Ron showing his little sister, Ginny, and the new chaser for Gryffindor some new moves he had seen at a match earlier that summer; there was the whole Gryffindor quidditch team; and there was her and Harry, sitting in the bleachers having a wonderful time. Suddenly, Harry's voice brought Hermione back to earth.

"You're really special Hermione"

"Wow…thanks Harry. That's really sweet of you." Hermione responded, unsure of what else to say to a comment like that.

"I mean it, you really are"

And without any warning, Harry kissed her right then and there. She couldn't have asked for anything more romantic than that.

END FLASHBACK

Hermione stood daydreaming about Harry for a moment longer before she remembered her burning desire to talk to him.

"Harry!" Hermione yelled over the heads of many students.

The dark haired boy whipped around his head to see who had been calling him. Almost immediately, he felt like he was flying.

"Hermione" Harry whispered, unbelievably happy to see her shining face, her warm brown eyes, and her ever so sweet smile. Hermione's smile faded, as she realized that Harry was only looking at her, not looking half as excited as she was to see him. Before her self doubt could even begin to settle insider her head, it left as Harry started running towards her. he smoothly swept her off her feet and swung her around in the air, not caring about the second year he had almost killed trying to get to Hermione.

"Oh Harry…" Hermione said, while trying to catch her breath.

"Shhh." Harry put his finger to her mouth and passionately kissed her.

Hermione was too happy to care what students might be thinking about her, nevertheless what teachers were thinking about. And she definitely didn't seem to notice or care about the ice blue eyes glaring at her from a distance.