A/n- here it is, the sixth part

A/n- here it is, the sixth part. It's been written for about 3 weeks now, I have just had no time to type it. And also I wrote a couple Animorphs stories before this so…..you understand, right? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TTYL!!!!!

Disclaimer- the plot and the flowers (you'll see) are mine. The rest is JK's

The Lasting Year- Part Six: Valentine's Day

Soon enough, Valentine's Day rolled around, and there had been no further disputes between Harry and Hermione. Mainly because they had made their relationship totally public, and Lavender had decided to wander around and go out with different people every other week, currently with Ron.

Valentine's Day had never been a big event at Hogwarts, ever since that disastrous year with Lockhart, but Harry and Hermione understood that it was an important day in their new relationship. But once again, it was a holiday after and anniversary, but since it was a significant anniversary, they decided to celebrate both on Valentine's Day.

The both woke up earlier than usual that day, due to the fact that they still had classes. Quickly dressing in regular school robes, they slipped down the stairs and greeted each other.

"Hey," Harry said, pulling Hermione close to him.

"Hey yourself," she said leaning in close and giving him a good morning kiss.

"Today's not going to be fun," Harry said pulling back.

"And why would that be?" Hermione asked defensively, lightly slapping his arm.

"Classes!" he said back.

"Oh," she said and kissed him to apologize.

"Let's go to breakfast," Harry said giving her no choice really. He grasped her hand and pulled her through the portrait.

As Professor Binns droned on, Harry stole a glance at Hermione. Their eyes locked, and she faked a yawn, and broke the stare to slide a note over to him.

He carefully opened it and stared down at the cautiously scrawled words.

Hey! After class do you want to take a walk? I mean, until dinner? –Herm

Harry took his quill and quickly wrote a response.

Of course! And I'll bring your gift too, if that's what you're asking.

Harry slid the note over to Hermione, who read it and flashed a smile.

"Are there any questions?" they heard Professor Binns asking, and they turned toward the teacher, refocusing on the class.

"No?" he said scanning the classroom, and then giving up, "Ok then. You can leave."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione packed up their stuff, and the entire time Harry was bugging Ron saying, "You better have taken good notes."

Ron gave them a reassuring yes, and Harry and Hermione parted to talk a walk around the pond.

They filled the time with small talk, holding hands, and an occasional kiss. They finally reached the other side of the pond, and situated their selves on the soft grass.

Harry let go of Hermione's hand, and reached into his bag, pulling out a medium sized box. Hermione did the same, and produced a flat box.

They exchanged gifts, and Hermione forces Harry to open his first. He carefully tore off the heart decorated wrapping, trying not to look to eager. He tore off the last of the wrapping, and looked straight into Hermione's eyes.

He was holding a picture of Hermione and himself on the first "date" to Hogsmeade. Broomsticks, spells, and any memories from the past years decorated the frame. Harry looked up at Hermione and smiled.

"Thank you," he said, and gave her a kiss, then he looked at her and said, "Go on."

Hermione opened the gift with the same carefulness as Harry. When she pulled off the last of the less decorated paper, she held a box in her hands. She sighed, rolling her eyes in Harry's direction, then opened the box and tipped it, so that what was hidden inside would fall into her hands. She gasped as she saw what she was holding.

It was a triangular red vase with a round part at the top, which it narrowed to. It contained twelve red flowers in pods of four. The outer two pods were a regular red, but light compared to the dark red flowers in the middle. The flowers glittered in the light, although there was no sign of glitter, and their fragrance smelled like a sweet perfume.

Hermione looked up with happy tears in her eyes at Harry's proud, happy eyes.

"They're enchanted," he said, "They will always look and smell like that."

Hermione set down the vase and rapped Harry in a hug, and they continued to embrace. They sat there watching the sunset, and when they felt it was time, they got up to go to dinner.

A/n- there it is, my pointless fluff, and yes I have flowers like that, but they're fake and in a orange vase. I just didn't think that that color was too romantic. Please review, yeah that little box there, fill it out. The seventh and last part is coming soon.