"Harry! How could you!" Hermione shouted angrily.

She was particularly peeved about the way he had treated Ron. For some reason, she always sided with him. This raged him thoroughly.

"It was his fault! He didn't wake me up" Harry returned,

"It's not Ron's fault you're an incompetent lazy bastard!" she yelled.

That hurt. Hermione's word rang through his ears, making his head hurt. It was as though she had just slapped him round the face that suddenly made him realised how harsh he had been. He knew she was right however much he hated himself for admitting it. Ron was his best friend after all.

"I didn't mean it" Harry grumbled finally, unable to look her in the face.

"Well tell that to Ron…He was crushed!" she continued to clamour.

Guilt rushed over Harry as he knew how seriously Ron took things. He allowed words to drill into his mind until he became so depressed, he truly believed them.

"I was just angry…" Harry said, hanging his head in shame as though he was a naughty child being told off.

Hermione let out a huge sigh "Well there was no need to take it out on Ron…"

Harry nodded, realising his mistake. But what he didn't understand is why he hadn't woken him up? Ron knew that Harry had had trouble sleeping since the war, and he'd woken him up countless times before, what had changed?

He fell back on the sofa defeated,

"Why do I always mess things up?" he asked glumly, "Seriously, things were just getting better. We were all getting along, starting new jobs and I had to go and screw it up as usual."

She sighed, obviously tired of being angry. She flopped down next to him.

"You just need to learn to control your anger" she said calmly, giving Harry a lopsided smile.

"Yeah, it looks like Voldemort's emotions really did rub off on me" he joked.

He expected her to wince at the sound of his name, but instead she nodded,

"Voldemort didn't have any real emotions, Harry. He was just a fucked up git" Hermione replied.

Harry was extremely taken aback by Hermione's strong use of language. He had never heard her swear or use Voldemort's name before. Weirdly, this attracted him to her even more. A smirk spread across his face as he gave Hermione a surprised look. Just then, she let out a small giggle that turned into a fit of laughter. Harry soon joined in with this, laughing hysterically until their eyes watered with tears. Hermione held her sides as she desperately tried to stop.

The thought that they were laughing and joking about Voldemort so slightly seemed weird to Harry. After years of people fearing his name, it was strange to be sat around laughing at him.

Soon their laughter died down and Harry and Hermione were left staring deeply into each other's eyes. The tension between them could have been sliced with a knife. Once again, Harry could see her natural beauty that made his insides fill with warmth. The way her nose crinkled up cutely when she smiled, how her caramel hair was placed perfectly against her rosy cheeks. He couldn't hold back any longer. He knew it was time for him to open up.

"Hermione" he breathed, still gazing into her large brown eyes, for a second he felt himself stumbling over his words again. But once he had stopped his mind from screaming not to, he whispered the three words he had been dying to utter. "I-I love you."

She giggled sweetly, giving her hair a girly flick "I know Harry, I am amazing"

But Harry's face remained solemn. Hermione gave him a confused expression as she suddenly understood that he hadn't meant it in the way she had first thought.

"No Hermione, I really mean it, I'm in love with you."

A/N: His secret is finally out, yay! Hoped you liked it!