Harry was enjoying the day or he was until he woke up. Ron had thrown a book at him yelling about Quidditch tryouts which had him scrambling out of bed and into his Quidditch uniform. It was a chilly morning so he wore his Quidditch jumper on top of his uniform. He had a rushed breakfast and was walking down to the Quidditch Pitch with Ron and Hermione, the latter with a thin jacket that wasn't doing much against the cold.

"Hermione, are you sure you'll be alright?" Harry asked for the fifth time. He could tell she was getting annoyed but he wanted to make sure that she'd be alright. Perhaps he was being a bit overbearing…

Hermione huffed and said, "Yes, Harry! For the last time, I'll be perfectly okay!" The look in her eyes told him that if he asked again, he was going to get hit by the large tome in her arms.

Harry sighed and watched her shiver in the brisk morning air. She was going to catch cold if she wasn't warm enough… Making a decision, he stopped, pulled off his snug fitting jumper, and shoved it over her head. Harry then continued onto the Pitch as if nothing happened but inside he was nervous. Would she accept it? He glanced back to see her wrestling one of her hands free from the sleeves and pulling the book out of the bottom of it. He grinned, she looked beautiful. Then again, she always looked beautiful, but something about her wearing his jumper was… alluring, he decided. He shook himself out of his thoughts completely missing the disgruntled look Ron gave him and called everyone to attention. After dismissing more than half the crowd, most of them women but some of the very few of the guys winked at him, he remembered what Hermione said earlier that morning: "It's not Quidditch that's popular, It's you! You've never been more interesting, and frankly, you've never been more fanciable (1)." Harry remembered his face going red and the feeling of complete bliss. Still in love? Why yes, yes he was.

"Alright, you lot, Chasers first!" Tryouts were long and boring. He chose the Chasers easy enough but the Beaters were another story. None of the people that tried out for the position were terrible. Eventually, he settled for Jimmy Peakes and Ritchie Coote. No one could ever beat the brilliance of Fred and George though.

Another problem he had been having during tryouts was Cormac McLaggen. The pompous git wouldn't leave him alone. At one point, he looked up to see Hermione staring at him and waved making her smile and wave back. After that McLaggen hadn't stopped making suggestive comments about Hermione. Usually, Harry would just ignore them but McLaggen was obnoxious. Harry was ready to beat him with a Beaters' bat to shut him up.

Harry called for Keepers and McLaggen went first. He let the Chasers take turns trying to make five goals. The git saved four of them before missing the last one by swerving the wrong way entirely. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hermione stowing her wand back into the deep pockets of his jumper. Harry held back a smirk and called Ron up. There was a screech of "Go Ron!" from the stands and Harry looked up to see Lavender jumping up and down foolishly. Harry grinned as the redhead blushed but stuck his chest out haughtily. He looked up and saw Hermione shaking her head at the over enthusiastic girl.

Ron was spectacular during his tryout. Harry was especially pleased that he had beaten McLaggen. Lavender seemed more pleased the Harry was and showed it by cheering loudly causing Ron to grin and wave.

On their way back up to the castle after seeing Hagrid, Harry was observing Hermione silently. She was still wearing his Quidditch jumper and Harry just couldn't stop staring. She was beautiful, more beautiful than anyone in the world. He could see them, as he often did, walking in a park around a playground where their children were playing. They'd be holding hands and stealing glances at each other. After a while, Harry would probably try to steal a kiss or two.

"Oy, Harry, why'd you stop?" Ron's voice cut through his thoughts.

Harry sighed as his thoughts came crashing down over his head. Those thoughts were helping him. He still had nightmares and was determined not to have one tonight. Already, that prospect was becoming dim. "Just got lost in thought," he sighed. Suddenly, he looked up and saw Hermione shining under the light of the tree they were standing under. The leaves had tinted the sunlight around her a soft green which made her look like a surreal vision of beauty and vibrant color in a plain and simple world of blues and greys. There were so many things he wanted to say to her in that instant but they all jumbled together in his throat and caused a painful ball of thickness. He felt like he couldn't breathe and knew for that moment she had literally made him breathless. It wasn't just her beauty; it was her presence, her being, her thoughts, her loyalty, her caring, her love, her tears, her hands, her body, her sadness, her kindness, her laughter, her memories, her everything.

She was his everything.

He turned back to the lake to catch his breath or get it back or something because he never wanted to look away but had to if he ever wanted to breathe again, to see her like that again before he died. For the millionth time he thought that he could die happy right now and not regret his life. He had lost count of how many times he'd thought that.

Her voice traveled over him like warm honey, "Harry, are you alright?"

He looked at her again, wishing he had a camera to capture her beauty, and said, "Yeah, I am…" and he was. That memory of her would be preserved forever and he knew he wouldn't have nightmares if he pictured her like that.

Lunch was an interesting affair, and it seemed everyone wanted to sit as close as possible to the trio. Lavender had somehow made it very close to Ron, which meant her friends were smothering the three misfits. To avoid being hit by flailing arms of numerous girls talking excitedly about something Harry didn't completely understand, Harry and Hermione were sitting very close together.

The lunch crowd thinned but Lavender and Parvati had stayed sitting rather close to them. Ron was still inhaling his food at an alarming rate, but Harry and Hermione were snacking, the latter reading the large tome and still hadn't taken off Harry's jumper.

"Hermione, who's jumper are you wearing?" Parvati asked out of curiosity. Her tone indicated the news would be all over the school by dinner time.

Hermione looked up and then down at her arms as if finally noticing what she was wearing. "Oh, um, Harry's… I didn't know it was going to that cold out this morning, and he forced it over my head," she ended laughing softly.

"You were shivering," Harry supplied. He was enthralled by the fact that she was still wearing it.

Hermione smirked at him, "You know you're not getting this back, right? At least not right away." She shook her hand out of the four inches too long sleeve and grabbed her goblet of pumpkin juice to take a sip. As she moved her arm back to her lap she shifted leaning into Harry just a bit.

Grinning as he watched her hand get engulfed in the too long sleeves for the tenth time, he replied, "I thought as much, but you can keep it as far as I'm concerned."

Hermione smiled up at him and leaned into him a bit more before going back to her reading. Harry glanced up at Parvati and saw her raising her eyebrows at him. He knew she would ask the inevitable question. "Are you two going out?" She narrowed her eyes at them.

Harry almost groaned out loud. "No," Harry said, sounding somewhat pained, "we're not…"

Hermione furrowed her brows at his tone and asked, "Harry, are you alright? You sound like you're in pain…" She was in her worried mode and brought her hand up to brush his hair away from his forehead. Afterwards, she rested her hand on his cheek unintentionally causing him to nuzzle her hand. "Harry?" she asked after a long silence her hand still cupping his cheek.

"Hmm?" he mumbled opening his eyes. "Oh! Um… I'm great!" he smiled reassuringly. Hermione studied his face for a moment and then nodded. She went back to her reading, sipping at her pumpkin juice as she shifted closer to him. Harry sighed and glanced up at Parvati and saw her watching her with a significant look on her face. He sighed and shook his head at her pleading her to drop it. Thankfully, she did.

About an hour later, Harry was watching her finish up a Transfiguration essay as they sat at their usual homework table. It was due the Friday after next, but she is Hermione Granger. She finished with a small hardly noticeable flourish and turned to smile at him. Even though the Common Room was warm and cozy, Hermione still wore his Quidditch jumper. It made her seem sexy. Well, sexier than usual, Harry thought.

"What?" Hermione asked. She narrowed her eyes at him and he blushed slightly because she had caught him staring. He shrugged and smiled lightly at her. "Well, stop staring; you're distracting me…" she admitted.

Harry quirked a brow, "It is possible to distract The Hermione Granger from her studying?" He laughed at her annoyed expression and, without much thought, slid his hands on top of hers. When he pulled toward him, she laughed and rolled her eyes at him. "I saw what you did today…" he said smirking at her light blush. He was taken aback for a moment because of the new sight she supplied him with; blushing and wearing his Quidditch jumper was even more of a turn on than he ever imagined.

"Well, you looked like you were about to murder him," Hermione said her blush getting deeper. "Besides, you didn't want him on the team anyway. I could tell." She said this as a-matter-of-factly as possible making Harry chuckle at her. Without warning, he pulled her into his lap and blew a raspberry on her neck. She squirmed and squealed while laughing out a, "Harry!"

The Gryffindors' in the Common Room all brought their attention to the couple in the chair. They had never heard Hermione Granger, The Hermione Granger, laugh so freely before. Then they realized that she was with Harry, and Harry made her do unusual things.

Hermione continued to laugh uncontrollably as Harry tickled her stomach with wiggling fingers she just couldn't stop. Occasionally, he would blow another raspberry on her neck, but only when she wasn't expecting it. She had never laughed this hard in years! When she felt Harry finally stop, she relaxed against him still bubbling over with intermittent giggles. She could only ever do this kind of thing with Harry, she thought. She laughed again as he buried his face in her neck and hair. After a while, she started breathing in unison with Harry and closed her eyes, leaning her head back to rest against his. She was unaware of the smile that made itself more prominent on her lips. The feel of him at her back was soothing. She could practically feel his heartbeat against her back and sunk into his embrace. There was nothing better than this feeling.

Harry was now surrounded by the scent of her. It was like having a cauldron of Amortentia dumped onto him. She smelled like books, treacle tart, apples, and something so purely Hermione that he wanted to drown in it. So, he sat there with his face buried in her neck trying desperately trying to stop himself from nipping at her neck to see if she tasted just as good as she smelled. It was torture, sweet, sweet torture. He felt her hand wind into his hair and he sighed happily. He wanted to do this every day for the rest of his life. He wanted to kiss her whenever he felt like it, he wanted to loose himself in the feel of her, he wanted to stay in bed with her for hours and stare at her as she sleeps, he wants to watch as their children grow in her stomach, he wants to show her how much he loves her forever and ever and ever, and he wants her to be the last thing he sees as he closes his eyes at night.

He thought for the millionth time that day back to how she looked under that tree and he almost told her what he felt for her. He had almost let it slip as he tickled her too. Her laugh was just so amazing and precious to him that he couldn't help himself. He wanted to hear her laugh that hard every day for the rest of their lives.

"Harry?" Hermione asked, pulling him away from his thoughts.

Harry sighed and lifted his head from her shoulder. "Hmm?" he was suddenly very tired.

"Can I really keep this jumper?" she asked quickly with a light blush on her cheeks. She hopped off of his lap and stood between his legs facing him.

Harry grinned, "Of course… It barely fits me anyway."

Hermione rolled her eyes in disbelief. "This thing's huge!" she exclaimed flapping the four inches at the ends of her sleeves to prove her point. That made Harry laugh at her; she was just so cute! "How can it not fit you?" she asked wrapping her arms around his chest for no apparent reason and hugging him close.

"Well, you're just very small, aren't you?" Harry asked in a teasing manner. She scoffed and Harry said, "Let's not forget absolutely adorable, either. Just so you know this jumper is very flattering on you."

She laughed and exclaimed, "Harry!" She buried her face deeper into his shoulder and sighed. There was a long moment of silence and then she said, "I don't want today to end…"

Harry sighed, kissed her on the head, and replied, "Neither do I…" Hermione started yawning which made Harry laugh at her and yawn in response. "Go on, then… Up to bed," Harry whispered. Hermione nodded, received her usual kiss on the side of her head, and went up to bed.

Someone sat in the chair next to him and said, "Not going out, hmm?"

Harry looked over at Parvati and sighed. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, "We aren't…"

"You love her," she said simply.

"I know…" he sighed.

Parvati seemed surprised. "Why haven't you done anything?" she asked.

Harry thought for a moment before saying, "I'll never be good enough for her. I mean, she's just so… she's everything! She's everything and I'm nothing. Compared to her, everyone's nothing." He looked at her. "I looked at her today and the sun just… and I couldn't… it was… That woman means everything to me, and I can't lose her to Voldemort or anyone because I'll die without her. I can't tell her because she matters too much for me to lose…"

Parvati sighed. "That's exactly why you are good enough, Harry." She walked away leaving him slightly confused.

He went up to bed thinking about it. Parvati thought he was good enough but she didn't know Hermione like he did. He knew everything about her! Her favorite color was periwinkle, when she was little her parents told her that gram crackers were sweets, her favorite book was Sense and Sensibility, and much more than he could tell someone in one sitting. The more he thought about it though, the more he wanted to agree with Parvati. He just couldn't bring himself to believe it.

He sighed and put it out of his mind. Instead, he thought about her standing under the tree earlier. The green tinted light playing off her features making her more beautiful than he could ever imagine. He closed his eyes and held onto that image as he fell asleep. His dreams were filled with reliving that moment over and over again. When he woke the next morning, he was smiling but couldn't quite remember why. Although, he was sure that it had to do with Hermione; it always had to do with Hermione…