"You're overthinking it."

Hermione shook her hands out at her sides as she paced the length of the room, stopping only to send a pointed glare in Harry's direction.

"Maybe you're underthinking it," she retorted.

Harry let out a light chuckle and shook his head. "We don't have to—"

"No. No, Harry, I think we do."

Harry crossed the room and caught her by the wrist, "Will you just stop moving for half a second?"

Hermione stilled, her shoulders sagging. "I'm sorry," she said. "It's just…if we do this and it's weird…well, it'll change everything, won't it?"

Harry shrugged, letting her hand fall back to her side. "Only if we make it weird."

"I don't want to lose you as a friend. That's more important to me than whatever this—" she waved her hand frantically between them "—is between us."

Harry stepped closer, the toes of his trainers nudging hers. "We don't have to do anything. If it makes you uncomfortable, we can just…not."

Hermione looked up and studied his face. He'd changed so much through the years and she'd barely even noticed. His jaw had long lost the boyish roundness it once held, now sharper and more square than it had been, covered with a shadow of facial hair from his refusal to shave that morning. His frame was broader than it had been, no longer starved of meals as punishment or from being on the run from a megalomaniac that wanted him dead. He looked healthy and his eyes were always so blindingly bright with happiness.

God, how did it take her this long to realize she had felt more than friendship for him?

"It doesn't have to be weird," she stated, resolutely.

Harry smirked, reaching out to take her hands in his. "If you want to be weird, I think I can probably manage to make it weird. But, I think we'd both be better off if we didn't."

Hermione chuckled and rolled her eyes. "I don't want it to be weird."

He moved closer and tugged her to his chest, raising a hand to push her curls from her face, cupping her cheek. "Good. Because like I told you, I've wanted to do this for a long time, too."

Before she could get another word out, Harry closed the small gap between them and pressed his lips to hers. Her eyes fluttered shut and she focused on the feel of his lips. They were warm and slightly chapped—probably from the amount of time he spent on his broom, she thought—but they were soft, too. The stubble on his jaw scratched her chin slightly as he tilted his head and Hermione found her hands smoothing up over his chest to land on the back of his neck.

Her fingers twisted into his hair and he parted his lips, his tongue flicking against the seam of her mouth. She let out a small sigh, granting him access and began to feel dizzy at the sweet taste invading her mouth.

When they both were sufficiently deprived of oxygen, breathing little else besides the limited air between them, Harry pulled away.

"Was it weird?" he asked, his voice low and raspy.

Hermione shook her head, "No. Was it weird for you?"

In answer, he leaned in, pressing several chaste kisses against her lips again. "Not in the slightest."

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a/n: a little Harmony drabble written for The Fairest of the Rare's Love Fest. Gifted to WritingFicariously. She asked for a Harry/Hermione first kiss and I came up with this! I hope you liked it! 3

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Mimi