Hermione sat on the couch in the empty common room and let out a stressful sigh. The long weeks of finally preparing for voldemort's arrival had finally got to her. It didn't help that Ron was constantly getting pulled away by Lavender for stupid make-out sessions and just an accessory for Lavender to walk around with. Of course Hermione was over him… or at least she tried to force herself to believe it. She wasn't exactly sure what she wanted. At times she wanted to go up to Harry and talk to him about her problems but he had his own troubles to deal with. Ron was a no go, and she oftenly wished she had more friends to talk to. Looking around the common room, she started to reminisce on events that had happened there… when sirius's head started to float in the fireplace. The nosy paintings who always had something to say, the constant talk about quidditch, the homework she use to do… She smiled tiredly and pulled her knees up to her chest. Oh how she would miss Hogwarts when it was time to leave…
'Thud. Thud. Thud.' Hermione shot her eyes to the stairs to where the noise was coming from. She didn't bring her wand with her and even if it was a housemate, she still wasn't prepared to see them. She started to relax when she caught the glimpse of messy black hair, a scar, and brilliant bright green eyes. "Hermione. What are you doing up so late?" Harry… Harry Potter was the boy's name. Her first real friend who she stuck by his side since first year. The boy who comforted her when she felt jealous, scared or even the sad. The boy who stuck up for her when she was called a Mudblood. Harry james Potter. "I could ask you the same question." She said sinking back into the chair and looking into the fire again. He walked over to the couch she was sitting on and sat next to her. Hermione re-adjusted herself so that her head was on his shoulder. She smiled when Harry rapped his right arm around her and rested her chin on top. He smelled of apples, butter beer and weirdly, books considering he didn't read often. Hermione found herself wishing she could take his smell and turn it into fragrance she could spray on herself everyday before leaving.
Hermione was brought out of her thought by Harry saying her name. "Hermione…" Hermione hummed in answer and felt Harry take a shaky breath. When he exhaled, Hermione smelt apples and pecans, and felt herself shiver slightly. Harry didn't notice however and continued talking. "I just want to thank you… Thank you for being there with me when you didn't have to… I hate that you were there for me though. Because now He's going to be after you too… and the thought of losing you or Ron…" He didn't finish but she had an idea of what he meant. Slowly lifting her head, she looked Harry in the eye. The eyes that she found herself getting lost into with ever second passing by. "Harry, I'm pretty sure everyone who talked to you knew what would have happend if Voldemort found out about it. But do you know what? Ron and I didn't care. You were not just the Boy-Who-Lived in our eyes, you were the boy who needed to live. It use to make me angry when Dumbledore and the rest of the wizarding society would look up to you as if you were a weapon and not a human. Your just a normal person just like everyone of us and if people don't get that… Then I don't know what to tell them… All I know is when we," Hermione grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly. "When we defeat him… we will be free of everything. And until then, I'll still stand by your side."
Hermione didn't realise what she was doing. She was lost in the moment after her speech. She rested her hand on the side of Harry's face and pulled him in for a kiss. He had tasted better than he smelt. She felt as if she was sinking into extreme comfort and warmth, as if she belonged there. When she pulled back, she was blushing madly. "H-Harry I'm sorry-" She was shushed by Harry diving in for another kiss. Without realising it, she pulled Harry on top of her and started to pull at his jacket. "Well this is a surprise." Harry and Hermione rolled off the couch and shot up. Across from them, Lavender who was blushing the shade of ron's hair stared at them while her friend Pavati smirked and snapped a picture. "Definitely going in my book of memories."
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Lol this was my first real fluff considering I have many Character X character Stories. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. Thank you for reading! 3