Disclaimer: Must we write this every time we make fics? Don't you just ache every time you type saying H.P isn't yours? Err..Not really… but that doesn't change anything. JK Rowling is where the characters belong.

A/N: I don't know if it's major fluffy or just plain sweet. It has a unique setting though, while Hermione eats some Nestle chocolate. But anyway, she makes Crunch, an acronym, about things in the past. Chapter 1 is Herm's point of view. If you review, I'll add another chapter, it's just as easy as thatsnaps. So please r/r!

CREDITS: I would like to thank shidou's secret admirer, as she wants to be called, for eating Crunch, which served as the "inspiration" for writing this fic. Thanks for giving me the letter 'C' and saying names that begin with C, otherwise this fic isn't done. Read her POH (Petshop of Horrors) fics if you're interested. Are you happy now? That's free advertising!

1 While Eating Crunch

By prowess

I remember the days when we used to be laughing, enjoying schooldays in Hogwarts, casting spells and making bubbly potions, transforming wee things to their exact opposite. During the holidays, we used to spend time outside, frolicking in the snow, melting snowflakes in our mouths, collecting different shapes and sizes and deciding on which melted last. I remember the lightly frosted pathways of Hogwarts, which we have walked through for so long, triumphantly or disappointedly, the scratches and marks creating their own history. I remember the food I cut and ate delicately with a knife and fork, and I watched you and Ron gobble yours at your first look, your first taste of freedom, and not to mention good food, and first taste of fame as well all started in that school, where you grew, everyone admired you, where I became attached to you. I remember the many challenges we have come to face, and together conquered, how it strengthened our friendship. But time flies by quickly, doesn't it? I didn't know the sands of our hourglass have long fallen, so swiftly, and now, we were obliged to go our separate ways. You work for the Ministry, or for everyone, actually, ready to battle Voldemort or his foolish allies. I, however, just check from time to time, holding small lectures if I can, my muggle schedule being busier than ever without any time to owl or call or write to you. If you only knew, how I looked for you, during one of those lectures, my eyes wandering, sometimes forgetting my next line, because my eyes are lost in the crowd, trying to find you. I never did. But I come there as much as I can, perhaps to teach, to research, or even write my own book, who knows? And I might see you again, too, look up at those eyes with awe and glee, like I always used to do, look at how you have grown and change, still brave and daring as usual, although hopefully it won't get into your head. I expect you're still the same old adventurous, famous yet humble man I have grown to like and cherish with all my heart, the one I had danced with as my partner in most of the Yule Balls, mostly because we were left out, nobody asked us, and we were too shy to ask who we want to go with us. I feel a little bit sad that you didn't get to dance with the person you want to, but I have to say that when I was there with you, I knew I had to savor this moment, because there might be a time that we'd lose touch. Times like…these…

I'm eager to see you again, and the next time I do, I'd remember the Harry Potter who was there during Yule Ball, the one who comforted me when I'm bullied or hurt and it's just to hard to bear, the ones I've spent some Christmas Holidays with, especially our last Christmas together.

Well, such things like these that can race through a person's mind, especially now, upon receiving a little treat from good old Ron. I just finished reading his letter,

Dear Hermione,

Here's a little something you can nibble out on a nice sunny day, while reading one of the books you always have at hand. However, I suggest you rest your little eyes and eat this while looking at the world around you. Play a little game if you want to, using what's engraved there. See you in Hogwarts soon.

1.1 Ron

And everything just flashed before my eyes…because of missing everything so much, my unforgettable trip to our school, Hogwarts, with the both of you. So many memories, that I have long forgotten the little treat given to me, the food that I was going to eat. Definitely looks like pastry or some kind of other dessert, this small little package wouldn't really be steak and mashed potatoes would it? Question is, what type of dessert? Is it a line of biscuits, the peanut butter ones her mom used to make, or maybe crackers with a nice jam topping? Obviously, there is just one way to find out.

I removed the silver ribbon just as a wave of wind took it off my lightly pressed fingers, carrying it away, sailing towards the pinkish sky. No use on retrieving it now, I guess, I won't have a use for it anyways as of the moment. It was still sunny, no doubt, as the clouds opened up, making way for the bright beam of light to pass and shine on my face. The sunlight in front of me, I knew that the old tree behind me wouldn't do much of a good job in shading my face and skin. Luckily, my hat is here, gently atop the crown of my head, the pink, lacy ribbon around it gently following the wavy flow of the wind. The pink and white Japanese rice papers, a very nice accent Ron did if I say so myself, that were covering the little sweet gently rustled with the trees as the wind blew. Widening the papers, I was quite surprised to see something I never thought he would give me…it revealed a Crunch Bar. No I'm not surprised because it's something unlikely or cheap, I don't know the price of the thing anyway, not having enough time to look around candy stores. Besides, I don't attach myself that much to sweets, I have to keep up clean teeth, my parents being dentist and all. I'm also not surprised because it's something bought, not made by the Weasleys, I would appreciate Mrs. Weasley's cooking greatly. It's just that, of all the things I can eat, why a Crunch Bar? Knowing Ronald Weasley, this has got to have a logical explanation. He bought this not because he just saw it in the front of the store. Gift-giving is very genuine to him. A simple card-giving would drive him nervous, indecisive, almost mad, especially if it's for someone close to his heart. And being a best friend for more than seven years, I am most certainly not an exception to that.

Aahh, never mind, thinking about the purpose of this gift would just make me as crazy as Ron would've been, worrying about the perfect letter. I'll just open this and eat it, look at what's in it, and finish it. I just wondered what the game is that he was able to play with what's in the chocolate that he's suggesting me to do.

Touching it, I traced the outline of the first letter. The letter C.

Though there are still a lot of things in my mind. I can't just play around, I have to think of a reason why Ron would give this on a non- occasional day. It was just so weird. But then, if I figure out the "game" it could just mean something.

Whilst I was thinking, a gush of wind flew by me, and the crisp leaves it carried whirled in circular motions. And then suddenly, crisp memories flood my mind. Memories from Hogwarts, no doubt, good or bad, the continual defeat of Voldemort, secrets uncovered, all I remembered, is it because of the leaves or the letter? Was this the little game Ron was talking about? Thinking of things starting with the letters? Some sort of an acronym?

I kind of like it, much better to continue than waste this little moment to free my mind of all the hassle. I can't read a book either, the chocolate on my fingers would smudge the paper, definitely not a good sight. This sounds like a good way to pass time. Too bad I can't read something today, no matter, I can't do this very often, might as well make the best of it. And will you look at that? I've already bitten off the whole C, probably because of the things I remembered. And the people that I remembered too…

I looked at the next letter, and I smiled.

How can I forget the little sender that gave me this chocolate even on an unknown occasion? Ron, always cheerful and thoughtful, how truly nice of him to give this, I'd owl him after this if I can. It's just really sweet of him to remember me, probably now, he's my closest link to the wizard world, the only one that has time for me actually, since we see each other almost everywhere, unlike other people I very much wanted to see again. Besides, he's the only one I have been getting in contact to when I owl, there would always be a quick reply, no matter how busy he is. Our friendship has grown, however, we are very sure that we weren't the ideal pair. There are still the half-meant jokes thrown at each other, and we still call each other names during disagreements, however, at the end, we are still the best of friends. I'm also very happy that he has found her dream girl, June, a muggle, and a strong four years they have been, certainly encountering a lot of obstacles in the way. Hopefully, my dream boy would come to me. I owe you a lot, my man.

Continuing my constant chewing, someone bumped something in front of me.

"Oh, Sorry" I had answered, just as a blonde teenager knocked my beige bag, the books falling off and scattering. But he was arrogant, a naughty boy, kicking books! He reminds me though of Malfoy, attitude and appearance. I should've thought that young man a lesson. How stupid of him to think that a book wasn't very meaningful, that it could open different worlds, that it can give knowledge about things, the nerve! If only he understood…

Understood, yes he should have…that's what we all need…that's what I need…Oh, enough of this! I'm just going to bite the whole letter off, before I cry in the middle of the park thinking of mushy stuff. But then, it just feels so quiet. Well, it's because there aren't much people around. However, I feel that there is someone special here, I don't know who. Well, I think that upon coming more than halfway, this is getting a bit too sweet for me. Perhaps a bottle of mineral water would be a nice way to cleanse my mouth of all the chocolate I've had.

I looked at the chocolate bar. Do I really have to finish you off? Out of pleasure, or just for Ron, so that what was written in his letter is at least fulfilled. Oh, I don't know. It's getting late, I have to go home, brush my teeth, and owl Ron a thank you note at least.

And then I just noticed I was looking at the bar a little bit too long. A couple of people were staring at me really oddly, definitely because of what I was doing. There was this policeman, the cashier from the store was looking at me, and there was a little child looking at the bar. What they did was just…What they said was just worse!

The policeman took a donut from his bag and said, "Scuse me ma'am, but if you want I could exchange here donut for your chocolate."

And the little boy just butted in, "Hey lady, if you're going to throw that you could just give it to me,"

I couldn't make out what the cashier was saying, but I was really frustrated. Despite the anger, I took a deep breath and whispered, "No, I'm fine."

So I was left with no choice but to eat it, or else the kid would kick me and take away my books, and the policeman might arrest me for no reason. It was delicious though, and I reminded myself to make the best of this.

After buying my water and sitting back to the bench I had sat on for so long today. Oh no! The N fell off! That was just too bad. Well, I would never have thought of anything concerning that anyways., except neatness, and nerdiness, and other things which are just me. It was just to much a bizarre letter in this case. It just means, I'll be going home sooner.

Another letter C, well it just reminds me of the last Christmas I had in Hogwarts, my last Christmas with two of my closest friends, the most memorable one of all. Mum and Dad allowed me to stay for the holidays, to be with my friends for the last time in Hogwarts. Unfortunately, Ron's mother changed her mind since Charlie got sick and she thought it would be nice if the whole family was there. Ginny didn't want to stay after her fight with Goyle and she said she never wanted to see his face on the best occasion ever so there was no problem with her. Ron, however, had to go. But before he did though, we held this pre-Christmas party of our own, just to say we were together. We had our own mini-feast. On the floor there was a line of different things to eat, mostly chocolate frogs, Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans and mallows we roasted in the fireplace. We also played games like chess, for Ron's sake, most number of flavors guessed from the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, most number of jellybeans caught in you mouth, and other games. Of course, Ron won most of them, eating twice more than what Harry and I did. Then the next day came and Ron had to go. Harry and I were left behind to clean up other mess, and to eat the rest of the food there. There wasn't much conversation, he tried opening a subject but had nothing to say, there wasn't much to anyway. So we just worked in silence, without Ron's jokes and teasing…

Harry, if you only knew how much I cared. But I guess I didn't show it enough didn't I? Not enough for you to notice. At least I cared enough to make you live through the obstacles with Voldemort. Remember the time I was petrified? I knew you would get it. Well, I guess I was just concentrated with studies. And now here I am, full of knowledge without anyone to share it with. Well, there's mum and dad, but they aren't interested much in magic, are they? Not as much as you…or Ron, even if he always says I'm too studious. Besides, there's June too, his new muggle girlfriend. She knows what Ron is and has fully accepted it sincerely. All the adventures we had, when I had clues and information up my sleeve, they are long gone. Everything stopped when we graduated in Hogwarts and you became the guard of everyone there. You were the guard, the protector, the hero, the boy who lived, the boy who still lives, the boy who lived to become a man. A man so strong and courageous. How I wanted to see walk triumphantly every time you prevented evil, to hug you and smile, seeing you're okay. How I wanted to walk with you through the crowds cheering, and also to replenish our fading friendship. But mum and dad's secretary resigned to marry right after we graduated and I had to take her place, I still do right now. No secretary seemed better than the previous one and I was stuck here in he muggle world, receiving letters and visits from Ron about your state. Finally, when I have arranged lectures or meetings there, there was nothing more than a handshake between us. We'd never have enough privacy to talk about personal. There were always people around you or me, even, the students calling me to talk about the topics already. Sometimes I think if this is how it should be. Do I have to make a move to make it work, or just let things run their own course?

But, I think I have used a lot of time now, and that I was biting on foil already. I had finished the H thinking of Harry. The annoying policeman was staring at me from the store and I just had to get my bag and run home. And then…

"Oh, I'm sorry." I'm probably thinking this is one of the kids playing a while ago. When I looked up. Oh no.

"Hey," he said. He really creeped me up.

"I'm so sorry Harry." I answered. And then I realized. Why was he here?

He hugged me, and I hugged him back, putting my arms around his waist, with my eyes wide open because of shock. This is the closest I've been to him in two years. I'm guessing I should've jumped at him and hugged him, crying tears of joy. But no, I wasn't able to move a muscle when I saw him. And then he handed me something.

"Wow, Harry, thanks for giving me a …daffodil," I responded. How stupid can I get? I just wanted to slap myself after saying it.

"Oh, sorry, that's not all. Here." Now I made him feel bad. That was a stupid thing I had to say!

"No," I added hastily, "it's really pretty, I like it. Oh, you shouldn't have given me this." I took the gift, trying to stop my hands from shaking. Hopefully he doesn't notice. "Don't tell me this is chocolate. I've had enough for a day." I smiled, it was the brightest I did in two years.

"Don't worry. It isn't," he replied, as if he knew what I was talking about. And, also smiling I just can't help to smile back again and again. His smile was always the same, and I do wonder if he never tires from smiling. It was so dreamy and sincere.

"Won't you open it?" he asked. Stupid again, Hermione.

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. It's just, I never expected you here. Sorry," Stupid, stupid, stupid! What are you doing, Hermione?

That was just wrong of me, wrong and stupid. I'm acting like the policeman there! But look at the paper, the ribbon, Harry memorabilia. Hopefully, I'm not going to break down and be teary-eyed because…

"Oh Harry, this is wonderful. Where did you get this?" I can't describe how pretty it was.

"Oh, just from one of the stores near the Leaky Cauldron. Do you like it?"

"Harry, I love it. But you shouldn't have. I'm not worth the trouble," Now, I'm getting suspicious. Today, my best friends give me sweetnothings, and I don't even know what the occasion is.

"Hermione, don't think that way. I've never seen you in how many years, and I just want to show you that I still care. I never got to talk to you in Hogwarts. That's why I decided to come here, where I'm not famous Harry Potter. I'm glad you like it." It was just so precious, the intricate design, I can't wait to wear it. I was teary-eyed. I've got nothing to say. But then I managed myself to whisper after he said something.

"I love it. Thank you so much." I was looking at his eyes the entire time, holding the gift, and that was when I realized that he was looking at my eyes too. The tears were welling in my eyes, and I hugged him quickly, just as the first drop fell so he won't notice.

"It's so nice to have you here."





It was just when we were going to my house that I remembered the question I asked myself earlier, Do I have to make a move to make it work, or just let things run their own course? I guess that I should just wait. Things don't always go my way, but sometimes they do. And if I missed something, it was because there would be something better. And this was the 'something better.'

I also wondered about the gifts the two gave me, both on the same day. It was like it was planned out, but I guess not. Ron was very excited when Harry greeted him and June. I remember thinking about what kind of occasion there is today, that they give me gifts. But then I guess, because of the gifts, and the things that happened, this has turned itself into an occasion of it's own. At least for me, from now on it is, and I'd be celebrating it next year.



A/N: Well, waddya think? Hopefully it pushed a button in your heart somewhere so you'd be kind enough to review. And hopefully it didn't push other buttons that you'd be angry and flame me. Second chapter, it's someone elses point of view, and don't get mad if you didn't know what he gift was, you just have to wait for future chapters, and of course you have to review so that I would be encouraged to post them, then it'll be revealed. It's nothing original or fancy, or anything, but from the looks of it, it's probably not what you're thinking. I'll just be checking who knows what the gift is, so if you want, you can add it in your review! Yahoo! Isn't that cool?!?! Well, maybe not, but review anyway, ok? Catcha later! Oh! And email me at silver_prowess@yahoo.com for suggestions and such…