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Disclaimer; I don't own Harry Potter. All I have is a laptop and an active imagination.

Chapter 2

When Hermione woke up, only one thing went through her mind.

Do I have to get up now?

She was laying in her bed, with one of Harry's arms securely wrapped around her waist, pulling her up against him. His other arm was tucked under her head; like a makeshift pillow. One of Hermione's arms was on top of the one Harry had over her waist, and the other wrapped gently around his neck. Her feet were tangled with Harry's as well.

And Hermione couldn't think of a more comfortable position.

But of course, it didn't last long. A fierce winter wind blew against the tent making Hermione shiver, which caused Harry to stir.

"Hermione? Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I just got a little cold." Harry's eyebrows scrunched together, which Hermione found cute. Then Harry disentangled himself from her and got out of bed, which caused Hermione to shiver even more violently from lack of a warm body next to her.

Harry disappeared around the canvas for a moment and then came back with one of his thick sweaters. He sat down on the bed and offered it to her. Hermione gladly accepted it.

Once she had it one she realized it smelled like him, which caused her to wrap it more securely around her. Harry noticed and smirked, which caused Hermione to playfully smack him on the shoulder.

"So," Harry said. "That's how it's going to be." He lightly pushed her, but it still was enough to knock her back. Hermione, in return, pushed him back a little harder than she meant to, and he fell over the edge of the bed.

But Harry surprised Hermione, and pulled her down with him.

So now, she lying on top of Harry, their foreheads touching, staring into his deep green eyes. And staring into them, Hermione could barely think, and Harry felt the same way looking into hers.

I love you.

That was the only thing going through Harry's mind as he looked at her, wrapped up in his sweater. But just as he was gathering up the courage to do it, she remembered Ron.

How Hermione had sobbed over him the entire sixth year, but she still managed to have feelings for her. And that he returned the feelings.

But as Harry looked at Hermione, all he could think of was how Hermione had woken up in his arms, how she was wrapped up in his sweater, and how she had sighed his name in her sleep.

So, before Harry could lose his courage he looked Hermione straight in the eye and said,

"Hermione, I know that you have feelings toward Ron. I don't know how strong they are, I just know that they're there. But I want you to know one thing."

He took a deep breath.

"I'm in love with you, Hermione."

She stared at him for what seemed like eternity, and then, finally, she did something Harry definitely had not expected.

She kissed him.

Her lips were warm and soft, and Harry felt like he was melting. When they pulled away breathless Hermione pecked him once more on the lips and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that."

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