AN: Requested one-shot on H/HR - H.M.S. Harmony discord server. Just some fluff for fun. Bold is quoted right from Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince book.

They were in the library, and she was angry, again. Harry wished, not for the first time, he had a father figure to talk to. She was getting angry at him over the book more and more. He was starting to feel that she just wanted to be the best in the class. He finally snapped as she was complaining about love potions from Fred and George's shop.

"Why didn't you confiscate them then?" demanded Harry.

"They didn't have the potions with them in the bathroom," said Hermione scornfully. She had been getting like this more and more over the book currently on the table in front of him. A part of him wished they weren't so stubborn, perhaps he should just throw caution to the wind… her voice broke through his thoughts, "-could dream up an antidote for a dozen different love potions at once, I'd just invite someone to go with you!"

"Well why not just ask Romilda to go then? If it'll stop the love potions?"

"She's only interested in you because she thinks you're the Chosen One!" she scolded him.

Harry's mind flashed to a conversation he had with Sirius last Christmas.

"If you like the girl you have to tell her," Sirius told him one day during one of the rare times they were alone.

"But I'm going with Cho right now?"

"You don't sound too sure about that pup."

"It's just.. I don't know. Aren't there supposed to be sparks or something when you first kiss?"

His godfather let out a barking laugh, "While that is possible, it is more common that it doesn't happen."

Harry got quiet, "What about-" he paused, not knowing if he wanted to ask that.

"What is it Harry?"

"What about my parents?"

"Oh Harry, your parents didn't get together until their sixth year. Your father had a crush on your mother since they met on the train. He of course didn't make a good impression on her. We were both kinda berks back then."

Harry smiled. "How did dad convince my mum then?"

"Sadly he grew up." Stopping Harry before he could say anything, "He grew up because his mum and dad, your grandparents, passed away from Dragon Pox during the summer before our sixth year. I was already living there at the time, your dad was very quiet the last month of summer." Harry's attention was fully on his godfather while he sorted through the past. "That year he dove headlong into his studies, and while we still pulled pranks, he didn't participate in as many. Your mum saw the change in him."

"He wasn't going to ask her to Hogsmeade, they had been working with a bunch of first through third years together, helping them in charms, potions, and transfiguration. They became friends, and by that time he was thinking more of taking over the Potter name. Lily wanted him to ask, even told her friends who Moony and I overheard. We convinced him to ask her and the rest is history."

Harry didn't know why, but he felt a pain in his chest with that story, a deep feeling of being closer to his parents now that he knew. He didn't see Sirius's smirk though, "Of course the first time they snogged each other-"

Harry's expression changed to one of horror, "No! No! No!" His hands were covering his ears, "LALALALA." Opening his eyes he could see Sirius on the floor laughing. He tried to glare, he really did, before he joined his godfather in laughter.

"Ask her pup, she wouldn't be the type to drop you as a friend if she wasn't interested."

Harry never took his godfather's advice. Perhaps now he should. He smirked, "But I am the Chosen One."

Hermione's annoyance hit its peak, she raised the rolled up Daily Prophet in her hand. Poised to hit him over his stupid head with it and swat him repeatedly. He moved faster though, grabbing her wrist in midair and pulling her flush with his body.

She let out a squeal of surprise, as his emerald green eyes stared into her eyes. She knew what the girls around school said about his eyes being the most fanciable part of him. Of course she heard it all, how they'd like to run their hands through his hair, usually when his mouth was busy doing something to them, or how much they'd like to run their hands up and down his quidditch toned body. She gave up hope on him having those feelings for her in their fifth year. She even kissed him on the platform to get his mind on her.

Now those eyes, she could get lost in those eyes so much, she would drop her ire at that damned book if he kissed her right now. She could swear he could see into her soul, his eyes darkened and for the first time in her life, her knowledge failed her. He leaned in, his eyes staying open, giving her plenty of time to back away. She didn't want to though, her thoughts went to the summer before fifth year with her mother.

"Mum, how can I attract a guy?"

Mrs. Granger sighed. Her daughter would be sixteen soon, and she had a good feeling she knew who her daughter wanted to ask her out.

"Well, if you want Harry to notice you-" the small squeak of surprise brought a smile to the woman's face, "then you need to tell me what you've tried."

"I don't know mum, I thought he might say something after the Yule Ball, but he didn't," the almost sixteen-year-old complained. She couldn't understand this, she never let her emotions get in the way of her self control.

"You said his mouth dropped didn't you?"

"Yes, but-"

"And you said he spent hours alone with you learning spells right?"

"Yes, but-"

"Didn't you bring him food after his name was picked so he wouldn't have to face everyone?"

"Mum!" she stood and stomped her foot. "Yes I did, but he only had eyes for Cho," she said the girl's name with such disdain, that her mother frowned. "I'm sorry, I just don't understand why he would like her over me."

Her mum put an arm around her shoulders bringing her into a hug. She refused to cry. "My little owl," she started, using Hermione's childhood nickname, "you are growing up. You are also almost a full year older than him. Give him time, with everything that happens to him, he might not come to you for a relationship to try and protect you."

She huffed and turned from her mum to stare at her reflection in the full body mirror hanging on her cupboard door. She had grown out more this year, she would need to go shopping for slightly larger bras, or not, a small part of her mind said to her. She gave a small smile, "He would do that too. Okay," she turned to her mum, "what should I do?"

"You wait, in the meantime you try to expand your list of friends. Your father didn't ask me to date him until he saw me with other men. Of course he did it in a library, that first kiss was amazing, and I was his," her eyes glazed over at the memory. "If you two are meant to be together, it will happen."

Now he was leaning in, she couldn't believe it! She moved her other arm around his side to cling onto him. Her eyes closed as he kissed her, hard. Small sparks of electricity shot down to her core, she could swear she could hear the cries of a thousand teenage girls. Somewhere someone played a trumpet cord. Her mind cleared and thoughts of the Half-Blood Prince were gone, thoughts of parties, Won-Won, and love potions were all thrown to the back of her mind. She moaned into his mouth as he held her closer, not sure how long the kiss had lasted she knew she would have to learn how to breathe while kissing.

All of those feelings she buried were back, the butterflies she had as she kissed him on the cheek at the platform were gone though, instead a pulsing could be felt. It might have been her heart thumping, but it felt lower. As his tongue moved across her lips she opened her mouth, inviting him in as their tongues touched. The texture was different, something she never imagined, but at the same time the strength of his tongue and his hold on her caused a heat to form in her core she had never felt before.

Too soon he pulled back, they were both panting, bringing in air. Her eyes fluttered open, and the memory of reading her mother's trashy romance novels came to her mind, she knew the look in his eyes. It was lust, but so much more than lust, there was an emotion there that she wasn't familiar with. He gave her that same smirk, and she could feel her knees go weak, the heat in her loins intensified as he spoke.

"I'm your Chosen one."