Dear Diary,

Hello! I had a wonderful day today! Charms with Flitwick went well, followed by a superb Defense Against the Dark Arts. I luckily finished all my work last night, AND the six pages of parchment. Whew, I hardly slept a wink! But one thing made my day really worthwile... Here is how it went:

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Harry has an upcoming Quidditch game tommorow, and I have the day off otherwise (Saturday). He had some vigorous training this afternoon: four hours straight! But Harry desperately wants to beat Slytherin tommorow. During the game, towards the end, Ron is going to (even though I wish he wouldn't) pour the Swelling Potion they created this morning DOWN SNAPE'S ROBES! I wished not to participate. That is one thing I don't like about Harry: He HAS to be so childish. But otherwise, I think I love him.

Ron was serving detention with Snape this afternoon (for yesterday's incident, in which I don't think he deserves detention), so we were alone. Harry and I HAVE kissed (at a summer beach party), AND held hands before, but Ron doesn't approve. He thinks best friends shouldn't date.

As Harry and I exited the field, he said, "Hermy? I gotta go take a shower, babe. I'll be with 'ya in a few minutes. Don't want to smell like sweat in front of such a pretty young lady!"

I blushed. "Okay, Harry. But I really haven't been able to talk to you lately! Make it quick, I want all the time in the world with you!"

I can't believe I said that.

He smiled at me, that adorable one he makes just for me. He gets cuter every day... His new contact lenses really worked...

I smiled back. He said, "Hermy, you can sit here." He pointed to the bench. "Or you can go... wherever."

"Would you like me to stay?" I asked.

"Sure thing!" he replied. He turned to his locker. He turned the combination and opened it. Inside was a big blue towel. He pulled it out and closed his locker. Sitting down on the bench, he pulled off his robes. He looked SOOO hot in his white undershirt and jeans! I then realized that he was undressing right in front of me!

I tensed up, kind of puzzled. But I didn't ask questions. I wanted Harry.

He pulled off his undershirt, revealing a full-muscled chest (may I say HOT?!). He raised his head and we leveled eyes. He smiled. "Like it? There's more where that came from," he said.

"Harry!" I flirtishly said. I smiled a sweet, cute smile. "Don't swoon with me while the whole team is watching!"

He replied, "Oh, alright." He then sat down and waited.

I asked, "Well... aren't you going to take a shower?"

"Getting frisky, are we?!" he said. He pulled his right hand through his hair.

"No! Absolutely not! I just wanted to know what you are waiting for!"

"I am waiting for the rest of the team to leave. If I can't swoon with you while they're here, I will wait 'til they leave!"

"Harry!"

"Oh, fine," he said.

He Pulled off his jeans, revealing boxers. I blushed. "Harry... would you... er... like me to turn around?"

"Naw, you don't have to. We have been... together... for three years now. It's not like we are going to make love in a locker room, is it?"

My dignity and sense returned. I had had enough. "Harry, please! We are Head Girl and Head Boy. We can't get so personal! I am going to leave this room, and when you are done with your shower, come and meet me outside. Goodbye!"

"Okay, Hermy! Don't have a cow! I will see you in fifteen, okay?"

I nodded and exited. I sighed as I stepped outside. I thought to myself, 'I wonder why he got so... personal... in there? I know he likes me... but that much?! Oh, I can't give in to this hormone thing. I can't!'

I sat down and waited for Harry to return. I eventually heard the shower turn off, and through the open door saw Harry emerge from the shower with the towel wrapped around his groin area. He saw me and smiled. I smiled back.

He pulled on a clean undershirt and jeans. He stepped out and grasped my hands. "Hermy, I love you."

I was surprised at him saying this so suddenly, like out of the blue. My insides quivered, and I blushed (again). "Harry, I love you too," I responded. "But we are only seventeen. We can't get too... close."

"I know, Hermy. I just got caught up in emotion earlier. I know we both have responsibilities. It's just... I have been thinking about you so much. We haven't had much time together lately, what with Halloween coming and us having so much work to do. But I do love you. I have loved you ever since I laid eyes on you. Even though we just started dating in the summer before fifth year, I have longed for you every moment."

Again, I was shaken. "Harry..."

"Hermy, don't you worry about us. Our relationship, I mean. Please, let's just go on and see what happens. No discussion. Okay? I don't want anything to happen..."

A tear slipped down my cheak. "Why do you love me?"

"Why wouldn't I? Your inner and outer beauty overcomes my mind... your intelligence... your soul... your personality... I love you because you are Hermione Granger, my one and only Hermy."

"Harry-" I said, but he silenced me with a kiss. A KISS! A deep, long, tongued kiss (Wow!).

Harry and I, hands entwined (yes, entwined!), explored the Hogwarts grounds. Around 1 o'clock, we went back up to our dormitory. One final goodnight kiss and he left.
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That, once again, leaves me where I am now. We have never gotten so... close! That (and his hot, tan chest) makes me and my hormones want him ever more... Oh, please, let my virginity last past marriage!

~Hermione