Harry watched the way her face enlightened when she laughed. He smiled to himself as he recognised the way she tipped her head back ever so slightly, but far enough for her curls to tumble down her slender back. She looked so at ease seated outside the burrow, her brown eyes alight under the glare of the sun. Everyone was now, everyone could be now, all because Voldermort was dead. Recounting the events sent shivers down Harry's spine and textured his arms with unwanted goose bumps. The nightmares seemed more distant now however, more silent and blurred as if they were slowly disappearing from his dreams, and his famous and bold scar hadn't felt a sear of pain since the moment Voldermort fell to his knee's before Harry's wand. Now that this monumental chapter of his life had been disclosed, Harry found himself focusing on different aspects of his life that had never greatly surfaced. Love. After all these years of knowing someone so perfectly you think you'd realise if you loved them. The thought still confused Harry, and complicated his mind at the realisation of his best friends feelings for her too. His eyes shot to Ron now, observing the way he acted around Hermione too. He studied her just like Harry did, and he could tell by the way his cheeks flooded with red and he shifted her gaze when they're eyes met that he felt the same as Harry did. Harry still didn't know if they were an official couple. He felt childish at labelling their relationship, but even though they had shared numerous intimate moments, he still felt that what he had with Hermione was indescribable.
"Harry?" Smiled Hermione as she abruptly snapped Harry away from his day dream. He shot her a reassuring smile and was greeted back with her own mesmerising one before she continued talking to Ginny. Ginny. Sometimes Harry completely forgot she was involved in this situation. But is it even a situation? Or just a silly daydream Harry countlessly replays throughout his head? The feelings Harry experienced when Hermione even just shot him a glance was too consuming to simply ignore. What he felt for Ginny was a fraction of what he felt for Hermione. He had once thought it was love, however his mind was absorbed in different and more escalating problems to ponder on whether it was truly love. The kisses they had shared had once sent butterflies swarming around his stomach, however now they were just lips consuming his own, dominating and overpowering. They didn't compare to the times Harry had held Hermione in his arms, even just momentarily they had accounted for much more than a years supply of Ginny's kisses. Raising his glance to Ginny's he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. She was completely oblivious, still happily trapped in her honeymoon faze of the relationship. Only now did she look so young compared to Hermione. They're age difference was only mere years, however the past events had matured Hermione in a way he couldn't even comprehend, and the years had blossomed her beauty.
"Harry do you mind helping me?" Asked Hermione, as she straightened her summer dress and began to collect the plates scattered on the grass.
"Yeah, sure." Replied Harry, and he followed her league carrying empty glasses and plates. The kitchen somehow seemed smaller with just the two of them, and Harry couldn't help but feel drawn to her. She had her back to him, washing the plates as she stared dreamily out of the window. Harry contemplated returning back to the rest of the group, but the feeling was too immense, too overpowering. Before Harry could even consider the result of his actions, he abruptly grabbed Hermione and spun her around. Her eyes were wide with confusion as they momentarily gazed at each other, their noses almost touching. But before Hermione could question or decline, Harry placed his hand on her lower back and gently pulled her into a desiring and passionate kiss.