'Harry !' She heard herself shriek, shocked by his sudden presence. Involunteerly her fingers clutched around the book at the table next to her ; covering her visible chest in a flash.

'Wha-Hermione...I'm sorry !' Harry murmured, surprised indeed, by the fact that he just found his best friend sitting in a gigantic bathtub, at one of the places he could least espect she would be, there, in the Room of Requirement. Blushing heavily, he turned his head to the doorpost, grabbing the doorknob, muttering a quick excuse.

'I'm so sorry, Hermione, I didn't know...I-'

Her relaxed voice interrupted him : 'Um, no need for apologies, Harry.'

He heard the splashing of water, the clapping of a towell on skin. 'You can turn around.' He heard her say.

He did.
She was smiling.

Still blushing, Harry looked at her. She had that bright blue towell wrapped around her body, hiding most of the peachy skin of her wet body.

She was smiling.

And to his own surprise, he smiled back.
She swifted her wet brown hair in her neck, more curly and sparkling than ever, raised her arm in the air ; held it up up, as to invite Harry to come over.

Hesitant buth curious Harry moved towards her, slowly took her hand in his, and gazed at her magnificent chocolate eyes, that told more then one could ever imagine.
She was still studying him with that intense gaze of hers ; looking at him like she never had done before ; pulling Harry closer, put her other hand on his arm...

Harry thought he slipped away from reality-into heaven. They where so close he could feel her breath brushing his skin, coming closer...

Suddenly her hands pulled his so strong and firm he tripped, and she pulled him with one quick push into the still filled bathtub.

As he fell in it, he tasted the soury essence of lemon shower gel. 'God, Hermione !' He yelled, mouth full of the horrible taste, clothes soaked.

He tried to climb out-but Hermione didn't let him succeed. She pulled him back in by his shoulders, and-to Harry's surprise-got in too. She was giggling, loudly and girlish, something he rarely heard her do in these dark times.

Finally Harry could understand the humour of it.

Splashing water in her face, he laughed.

'Harry, stop !' Hermione yelled after a while of splashing. Both tired but content, Harry moved towards her and did something he'd never thought he'd dared to do : he pressed his lips on hers.
He felt Hermione's arms embrace his neck, sinking deeper in their passionnate kiss, while every single dark memory that existed in their minds slid away, deeper than imaginable, in a unrealistic formation of black mass...
They both know they had found heaven- in one single breath- and where never planning to leave it.