Disclaimer: Rowling owns something to do with this…. I own nothing. sobs

A hot summer day, Harry once again was locked inside his room. Hedgwig was at Hermione's place so the poor owl could fly freely instead of being locked inside a caged prison. He was bored out of his mind. Uncle Vernon had locked everything from Hogwarts in his 'old' room so Harry could not reach it. All Harry could do was lie on his bed waiting for the days to pass by.

Being upstairs, the room seemed to be the hotspot of the house where most of the heat gathers. 'No wonder they gave me Dudley's room. He probably couldn't stand the humid weather. He closed his eyes as he laid back on his bed with the pillow providing a wedge of comfort between his back and the wall. He placed his hands to cushion his head and a blissful smile lit his mouth.

An image of a beautiful girl appeared in his thoughts. Long golden brown locks brushing against her shoulders, the once over-grown buck teeth now trimmed to perfection, the warm inviting brown eyes that beckoned him to approach her, and the soft white creamy skin that tempted him to touch. The way she said his name in soft, gentle tones revealing so much of her emotions, she was perfect to him.

He pretended to hate and become annoyed by her constant lectures and long explanations about how the world of magic works. In fact, he loved it. Her voice strong and confident and the way her eyes light up as she delves deeper into the topic. The strong feelings she place behind the words as she tries to say everything she can about the subject. Harry was always captivated by her. To him, she could do no wrong.

A peck on the window alerted him to open his eyes and sit up. He quickly opened the window and grabbed the owl before Uncle Vernon stormed up the stairs demanding what caused the noise. After explaining that it was a tree banging against the window, did Uncle Vernon leave.

As soon as the door closed and the lock went back into place, Harry looked down at the hidden owl who wasn't too happy being stuffed under the blankets so suddenly. It ruffled its feathers then pecked at his hand. "I'm sorry." Harry apologized then noticed a letter attached to its leg.

He grabbed it happy to receive mail for the first time in the summer. He read the heading of neat handwriting. His heart skipped a beat, Hermione had written to him! Sweat formed not from the heat but nervousness on his upper lip. With shaky hands, he opened the letter to reveal a short, brief message.

Harry,

I am inviting you on a trip to Swizterland in hopes to get away from your relatives. We will come by as soon as you finish this letter.

The door bell rang. 'That was quick' Harry thought as he quickly began stuffing what little he had into a bag. He quickly emptied his cache under the floorboards as he heard voices speaking and Vernon's flustered response. Footsteps alerted him that he was coming. Positioning himself in front of the door, bag in hand the door unlocked and opened. Before him stood Vernon and the girl of his dreams.

She was so beautiful. The wide grin she greeted him with and the sweet perfume she wore intoxicated Harry. He felt like he was on cloud nine. "Come on, Harry." Her angelic voice sounded in his ears. The beautiful melody that only she could possess. Like in a trance, Harry was walking out of his room as Hermione guided him downstairs and out to the car. When the car door closed, did he realize he was holding hands and they were driving away as Vernon was purple in the face screaming.

The entire trip to the airport, they talked about everything and anything. Topics were wide as they kept staring in each other's eyes sending out secret messages that the other received. Her parents smiled at each other seeing how much in love their daughter was with Harry. And it was equally obvious how much Harry loved her. The ride to the airport and to Switzerland was long but neither Harry or Hermione noticed.

'I'm going to do it.' Harry decided. 'I'm going to tell her how much I love her. The only reason I was after Cho was because I thought she would never like someone like me. Why I went for Ginny was because I wanted to put Ron's fears to rest that I wasn't after her. But now, I don't care. Ron can go to hell for all I care. I love Hermione and I am not going to waste anymore time.' Harry tightened his fist in determination. Yes, this summer he was going to confess to Hermione his feelings for her.

AN: How is harry really going to confess? What will hermione's reaction be? Will love truly find a way through or is it all really just a fairy tale? I need 5 reviews to continue!

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