A/N: I don't own these characters. A bloody brilliant lady that's not me
does, though. now to interrupt this story with a commercial Oh please
read my other works, too, if you like things like this. Most of my stuff is
H/Hr except for 2 poems on HP that are supposed to be humorous but aren't
getting reviewed too much. We now return to the original story. . . this
is another viewpoint on how Harry and Hermione might confess their love to
each other (this is their seventh year).
1.1 The Valentine's Day
Hermione opened her eyes as the blinding white sunlight filled the room. She sat up in her bed, stretched, and then looked around at the empty beds. All the girls had run downstairs at the crack of dawn, squealing about how it was finally Valentine's day, laughing and giggling about their boyfriends.
Hermione didn't have much to look forwards to. Last year, she had gotten a prank Valentine from Draco, which looked sweet enough (a red heart covered with lace all over), but when she had opened it, it had read:
~Roses are red, others are pink,~
~You should check out your head,~
~And man, do you stink!~
She had hated the card and she remembered watching it burn away into crumbs inside the fireplace, but now she wondered if it were better to get a card of that sort then nothing at all.
Harry had given her flowers before, of course. Yet, he was stuttering so hard and looked so embarrassed that she didn't know if he did it only to make her feel better, (and that he was embarrassed of even being seen with her), or if he meant anything at all by it.
Hermione stopped at her mirror and then pulled her hair back into a pony- tail for the day, then hesitated before putting in a pretty red ribbon to tie it. Then, she dressed in her average, every-day outfit and walked down the stairs and into the dining hall.
Breakfast was served already but nobody was eating. Students everywhere were embracing, hugging, or kissing. Hermione pushed by Lavender, over which two boys were bickering. Hermione heard only a few words:
" I should get to take her to the dance!"
" No, I should take her!"
" No, me!"
Lavender was giggling foolishly, batting her long painted eyelashes, like a wind up doll on which you pull a string and it says a sexist remark like: " Hee hee! I'm a girl!" or "I'm Dolly, but you can call me babe!"
Hermione sat down at the table and began to eat breakfast quietly, trying not to make too much of what was going on. She looked up only when Ron walked by her, a Valentine in his hand. Her eyes met with his, and for a minute she thought the Valentine was for her, but then Ron asked her:
" Hey, Herm! Did you see Parvati?"
Hermione motioned feebly at the doorway of the room, where Parvati stood, and then returned to her meal.
After silently finishing her breakfast, she wiped her hands into the white handkerchief and then stumbled out of the room, making her way through people, all twined together in bonds of love. She worked her way down the hallway, saying hi or smiling at people she knew. Her eyes stopped on Harry. He was holding flowers and what looked like a card and standing all alone in the corner of the room, waiting for someone.
Hermione's stomach wrung with humility, now upset even more that Harry was also out 'courting', or however you might call it. She burst into the nearest classroom, which was empty, and then sat down at a chair and hugged her knees up to herself.
In this position, feeling a wave of emotions wash over her, Hermione wept. Her forehead was pressed down onto the silky material of her dress (it was a simple dress, rather flimsy, barely covering her knees). Her eyelashes were dotted with tears.
She couldn't explain it to herself. She'd never been so upset by something like this before! In fact, she never even let herself grow this emotional about something as simple and small like this. It was only a few more months and she was gone from Hogwarts, after all, and would probably not see these people ever again.
Her fingers pushed into her dress pocket and she pulled out a tissue. She looked at it, ready to wipe the tears from her eyes, when she saw the door of the classroom open.
Hermione didn't want to be seen like this. She was a perfect, expected to be at top awareness and always on-guard. Her fingers flicked the tissue from them and it fell to the ground, looking like a white patch of snow on the earthy brown tiles.
She pressed her forehead down onto her brought-up knees and pretended to be asleep. Whomever it was should get a hint.
" Hermione?" It was Harry's voice.
Hermione didn't reply. She didn't want him to sense the dry crackle of tears that laced her voice. Her lips pressed tightly together, until she knew they appeared to be white, to keep her breath from coming out too loudly.
She heard his footsteps approaching, his pants rustling, until he was standing right by her. Her chin quivered, a steady stream of tears flowing from her eyes. She tried to squeeze them shut tighter, but they wouldn't cut off the flow of tears.
" Are you alright?" He asked, his warm hand now on her shoulder.
His fingers slowly ran through her hair, gently. He probably now realized she was asleep, which was what Hermione wanted him to think. Harry's fingers kept gently brushing through her hair, tucking the strands that had escaped her ponytail behind her ears.
Then, she felt a new-found weight at her feet and his footsteps retreated from the room. He hadn't left yet, he was halfway to the door. She slowly moved her head up, so carefully that it surprised even her, just so that she wouldn't make too much noise.
At her feet, right over her shoes, she saw the bouquet of flowers and a card. Her jaw dropped in surprise, and she caught her lower lip with her front teeth before she could cry out in surprise.
Harry's hand rested on the doorknob, and he pulled the door open, ready to leave. Hermione knew it was now or never.
" Wait."
Harry turned, his cheeks turning red. He realized Hermione hadn't been asleep after all, and was now puzzled.
" Herm!" He approached her, carefully. He saw her tear-streaked cheeks and he asked: "What happened? Why didn't you say anything when I tried to talk to you?" He picked up the flowers from her feet, and the card with his other hands, then offered them to her, in silence.
" Oh, Harry!" She exclaimed, and took the flowers (roses, and beautiful ones at that), and her fingers traced the soft, smooth petals. She took the card, and then looked up at him: " I. . . was just so tired. I thought I'd take a nap." The excuse sounded even more pathetic now that it left her mouth then when she made it up inside her head.
" You were crying." His hands wiped a new tear from her left cheek. His fingers were soft and warm, whilst her cheek was freezing cold.
Suddenly, she found herself hanging from his neck, her hands wrapped around his shoulders, and he hugged her back. Hermione put her head down on his shoulder. She cried and cried.
She felt Harry's hands gently rub her back, then go up to her ponytail, slowly moving his hands towards her cheeks, and he rubbed the tears from them again. " Herm, I have to tell you something."
Her cheek moved against his as they faced each other.
Her fingers tightened on the stems of the roses, her eyes searching his for something she couldn't explain. He grinned and then said: " It's hard to say these kinds of things. . ."
His hand took hers.
" I know I'm not the smartest guy in Hogwarts, and I'm definitely no match to you - no one is - and I'm not the best-looking. . ." He brought her close again. ". . . But I love you."
Hermione felt her heart stop for a moment. It was impossible! Harry, the boy who lived, the boy that Cho had gone out with in sixth year, the boy whom Lavender and Parvati dated with on and off for years, loved her! Her, out of all the girls in Hogwarts!
She hugged him tighter, her lips skimming his cheek.
Her whisper sent another flush across Harry's face: " I love you too." Then, he took her hand, pulling her to her feet, and she cradled the flowers in her hands while he opened the card for her. They read it together, laughing, crying.
They emerged a while later from the classroom, holding hands, and out of all the hugging and kissing people out there, Harry and Hermione seemed to be in love the most. An aura was beaming from them, fresher then fallen snow and more beautiful then Hermione had ever imagined.
Eyes turned to them in surprise (jealous ones, too, from Lavender and Parvati), some knowing ones (Ron and Neville), and a few agreeing and happy ones (Dumbledore).
And there in the Hallway they had their first kiss, and nearly everyone that saw gave them a round of applause: for the happiest couple in Hogwarts.
A/N: eek. . . My goodness was this sappy and fluffy. I got the idea from a movie I saw yesterday, one of those old flicks from the 1940's. H/Hr forever! I might write a new thing from Harry's Point of View but I'm banned from the internet for at least 2 days now (too much online, according to my parents).
P.S. if you got this far into this story then please go a step further (if you are a flamer, stop right now). . . and review. . .
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1.1 The Valentine's Day
Hermione opened her eyes as the blinding white sunlight filled the room. She sat up in her bed, stretched, and then looked around at the empty beds. All the girls had run downstairs at the crack of dawn, squealing about how it was finally Valentine's day, laughing and giggling about their boyfriends.
Hermione didn't have much to look forwards to. Last year, she had gotten a prank Valentine from Draco, which looked sweet enough (a red heart covered with lace all over), but when she had opened it, it had read:
~Roses are red, others are pink,~
~You should check out your head,~
~And man, do you stink!~
She had hated the card and she remembered watching it burn away into crumbs inside the fireplace, but now she wondered if it were better to get a card of that sort then nothing at all.
Harry had given her flowers before, of course. Yet, he was stuttering so hard and looked so embarrassed that she didn't know if he did it only to make her feel better, (and that he was embarrassed of even being seen with her), or if he meant anything at all by it.
Hermione stopped at her mirror and then pulled her hair back into a pony- tail for the day, then hesitated before putting in a pretty red ribbon to tie it. Then, she dressed in her average, every-day outfit and walked down the stairs and into the dining hall.
Breakfast was served already but nobody was eating. Students everywhere were embracing, hugging, or kissing. Hermione pushed by Lavender, over which two boys were bickering. Hermione heard only a few words:
" I should get to take her to the dance!"
" No, I should take her!"
" No, me!"
Lavender was giggling foolishly, batting her long painted eyelashes, like a wind up doll on which you pull a string and it says a sexist remark like: " Hee hee! I'm a girl!" or "I'm Dolly, but you can call me babe!"
Hermione sat down at the table and began to eat breakfast quietly, trying not to make too much of what was going on. She looked up only when Ron walked by her, a Valentine in his hand. Her eyes met with his, and for a minute she thought the Valentine was for her, but then Ron asked her:
" Hey, Herm! Did you see Parvati?"
Hermione motioned feebly at the doorway of the room, where Parvati stood, and then returned to her meal.
After silently finishing her breakfast, she wiped her hands into the white handkerchief and then stumbled out of the room, making her way through people, all twined together in bonds of love. She worked her way down the hallway, saying hi or smiling at people she knew. Her eyes stopped on Harry. He was holding flowers and what looked like a card and standing all alone in the corner of the room, waiting for someone.
Hermione's stomach wrung with humility, now upset even more that Harry was also out 'courting', or however you might call it. She burst into the nearest classroom, which was empty, and then sat down at a chair and hugged her knees up to herself.
In this position, feeling a wave of emotions wash over her, Hermione wept. Her forehead was pressed down onto the silky material of her dress (it was a simple dress, rather flimsy, barely covering her knees). Her eyelashes were dotted with tears.
She couldn't explain it to herself. She'd never been so upset by something like this before! In fact, she never even let herself grow this emotional about something as simple and small like this. It was only a few more months and she was gone from Hogwarts, after all, and would probably not see these people ever again.
Her fingers pushed into her dress pocket and she pulled out a tissue. She looked at it, ready to wipe the tears from her eyes, when she saw the door of the classroom open.
Hermione didn't want to be seen like this. She was a perfect, expected to be at top awareness and always on-guard. Her fingers flicked the tissue from them and it fell to the ground, looking like a white patch of snow on the earthy brown tiles.
She pressed her forehead down onto her brought-up knees and pretended to be asleep. Whomever it was should get a hint.
" Hermione?" It was Harry's voice.
Hermione didn't reply. She didn't want him to sense the dry crackle of tears that laced her voice. Her lips pressed tightly together, until she knew they appeared to be white, to keep her breath from coming out too loudly.
She heard his footsteps approaching, his pants rustling, until he was standing right by her. Her chin quivered, a steady stream of tears flowing from her eyes. She tried to squeeze them shut tighter, but they wouldn't cut off the flow of tears.
" Are you alright?" He asked, his warm hand now on her shoulder.
His fingers slowly ran through her hair, gently. He probably now realized she was asleep, which was what Hermione wanted him to think. Harry's fingers kept gently brushing through her hair, tucking the strands that had escaped her ponytail behind her ears.
Then, she felt a new-found weight at her feet and his footsteps retreated from the room. He hadn't left yet, he was halfway to the door. She slowly moved her head up, so carefully that it surprised even her, just so that she wouldn't make too much noise.
At her feet, right over her shoes, she saw the bouquet of flowers and a card. Her jaw dropped in surprise, and she caught her lower lip with her front teeth before she could cry out in surprise.
Harry's hand rested on the doorknob, and he pulled the door open, ready to leave. Hermione knew it was now or never.
" Wait."
Harry turned, his cheeks turning red. He realized Hermione hadn't been asleep after all, and was now puzzled.
" Herm!" He approached her, carefully. He saw her tear-streaked cheeks and he asked: "What happened? Why didn't you say anything when I tried to talk to you?" He picked up the flowers from her feet, and the card with his other hands, then offered them to her, in silence.
" Oh, Harry!" She exclaimed, and took the flowers (roses, and beautiful ones at that), and her fingers traced the soft, smooth petals. She took the card, and then looked up at him: " I. . . was just so tired. I thought I'd take a nap." The excuse sounded even more pathetic now that it left her mouth then when she made it up inside her head.
" You were crying." His hands wiped a new tear from her left cheek. His fingers were soft and warm, whilst her cheek was freezing cold.
Suddenly, she found herself hanging from his neck, her hands wrapped around his shoulders, and he hugged her back. Hermione put her head down on his shoulder. She cried and cried.
She felt Harry's hands gently rub her back, then go up to her ponytail, slowly moving his hands towards her cheeks, and he rubbed the tears from them again. " Herm, I have to tell you something."
Her cheek moved against his as they faced each other.
Her fingers tightened on the stems of the roses, her eyes searching his for something she couldn't explain. He grinned and then said: " It's hard to say these kinds of things. . ."
His hand took hers.
" I know I'm not the smartest guy in Hogwarts, and I'm definitely no match to you - no one is - and I'm not the best-looking. . ." He brought her close again. ". . . But I love you."
Hermione felt her heart stop for a moment. It was impossible! Harry, the boy who lived, the boy that Cho had gone out with in sixth year, the boy whom Lavender and Parvati dated with on and off for years, loved her! Her, out of all the girls in Hogwarts!
She hugged him tighter, her lips skimming his cheek.
Her whisper sent another flush across Harry's face: " I love you too." Then, he took her hand, pulling her to her feet, and she cradled the flowers in her hands while he opened the card for her. They read it together, laughing, crying.
They emerged a while later from the classroom, holding hands, and out of all the hugging and kissing people out there, Harry and Hermione seemed to be in love the most. An aura was beaming from them, fresher then fallen snow and more beautiful then Hermione had ever imagined.
Eyes turned to them in surprise (jealous ones, too, from Lavender and Parvati), some knowing ones (Ron and Neville), and a few agreeing and happy ones (Dumbledore).
And there in the Hallway they had their first kiss, and nearly everyone that saw gave them a round of applause: for the happiest couple in Hogwarts.
A/N: eek. . . My goodness was this sappy and fluffy. I got the idea from a movie I saw yesterday, one of those old flicks from the 1940's. H/Hr forever! I might write a new thing from Harry's Point of View but I'm banned from the internet for at least 2 days now (too much online, according to my parents).
P.S. if you got this far into this story then please go a step further (if you are a flamer, stop right now). . . and review. . .
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