Hey people! The obsessed H/Hr fanfic writer here! I just wanted to thank you for taking the time out of your busy fanfic reading schedule to read mine! I love my fans (though I really don't have any…)! Enjoy!!! ~Harry + Hermione 2gether 4ever~

P.S. There are some cases where there are flashbacks within flashbacks. I will try to make them smooth and distinguished. Email me at foxyloxy_526@yahoo.com with comments and if you are confused. Don't forget to review! You may see your name in thank you notes I will put at the end of each chapter. Now that I have gotten you bored…Enjoy!!!!

Disclaimer: If I owned these characters I would be one hell of a writer…but I don't so that sucks…everything (people, places, etc.) but my stories belong to JK Rowling, one of the best writers of all time!! WWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



The morning sun beamed through the window, teasing Harry's eyes to open and greet the new day. He opened one of them a touch just to look around the room. The bright sun forced him to close it again. The window was slightly open and he watched the curtain puff out with each gentle breeze that passed by. It was an early summer morning, the ones people feel as the sun heats the skin and combined with the breezes makes a relaxing sensation. As Harry was experiencing this and became completely relaxed he turned his face slightly to look into the face of his love.

Hermione stared back into his emerald eyes that brought love into her soul and life and also they made her shiver. She watched as he slowly searched her face for signs of regret, sadness, or anger. All he found was love and without even trying his face too was full of love and he hoped she saw it in his eyes. He grabbed her small hand, which lay on his chest, delicately and gently, as if it were porcelain, and wrapped his fingers around it. She cuddled closer to him, feeling his warmth against her, and laid her head on his chest. His chest rose and fell with every breath he watched as a smile was drawn across her face and he waited for her little giggle. God, how it made him melt and drive him crazy. She soon lay on her side and he also turned to her, neither of them breaking the connection of their emerald and chocolate eyes.

She took one look at him and began to laugh. He had no idea exactly what caused her to do such a thing but he laughed too, just to avoid argument. He watched and listened to her laugh, how her face just lit up. He could feel the burning sensation in his stomach. He realized at that moment he had been with Hermione that night and poured everything he ever felt out to her and so did she. They were just lovesick teenagers but they didn't think they were in love, they knew they were in love; they had truly experienced love in full bloom. He sat with a puzzled look on his face for two reasons: why and how he fell in love with her and also why was she laughing and pointing at him. She was the little bookworm, always finding her refuge in the library, buried in a book, and she was the most promising student in Hogwarts…and now they belonged to each other. She finally found the words to speak.

"I can't believe I hit you that hard! I'm so sorry!" She began to laugh again, pointing to the bruise that formed just below his right eye. Harry rolled on top her and she immediately fell silent. "Don't worry about it. But I have to say…not even Ron could throw a punch like you!" Harry couldn't believe that everything happened so fast and at once. There he was lying on top of the one he loved, with only a sheet separating them. He just had to kiss her…and he did. She gladly returned it with equal passion and want. At first it was rapid, quick, and harsh but soon it turned into a slow, passionate kiss that took both of their breaths away. Hermione broke it and Harry frowned until she wrapped her hands around his neck and hugged him.

"Hermione?" he said so quietly and loving that it made her shiver.

"What, Harry?" she tried to say the same exact way but failed at it. He smiled and soon laughed.

"You need practice. I'll teach you everything I know. That was the wrong tone of voice. You need to exhale when you say it that way, like this," a pause "What, Harry," he said again with his voice and this time bust out laughing afterward and she gave him a look that could kill, which eventually broke into a smile, and hit him lightly on the arm. "Anyway I'm sorry for everything I did to you…but…but…" He couldn't find the words. "I'm just sorry for everything."

"Sorry?" she laughed again. Harry gave the puzzled look again. "Sorry for giving me the best night of my life or for making the worst day of my life?"

"The second thing…or was it the first thing…I don't remember what you just said…Maybe one to many hits in the head. That was one hell of a beating you gave me." He pretended to think hard and she hit him on the arm again.

"Maybe one more hit will spark your memory?" She raised her fist and Harry grabbed it quickly and spread it apart, wrapping his fingers once again around her hand. He kissed her again but he was so into it and laughing so hard he wasn't exactly paying attention. He fell off the bed taking every blanket and sheet with him, even the one wrapped around Hermione. She quickly held tight to her sheet, knowing that if she didn't she would leave more bare skin than she wanted too. He hit the floor with a loud thump and she started laughing so hard she was crying, burying her face in the pillows to muffle her. She looked over the edge of the bed to find her lover nowhere in sight. She had to see if he was ok, after all he did hit the nightstand on the way down. She knew he was planning something and just then she heard the mattress creak behind. Before she could turn around, in one easy motion Harry grabbed her from behind and pulled he down with him. They exploded in fits of laughter, as Hermione almost took the whole mattress with her by trying to hold on for dear life. She did manage to grab a pillow and she beat him over the head with it. He had no weapon of his own to fight back with, so he retaliated the only way he knew how: he grabbed her and kissed her with he felt about her behind each one. He never thought after what he did he would happen after the events of the past day, which Harry thought should be recorded in history. His retaliation of kisses worked before…he didn't see why they wouldn't work again.

End of Chapter 1. Hang tight! Next Chapter coming in like 24 hours. Be patient!



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