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A/N: I just had a fight with my brother, and I'm really upset now. I'm going to need some fluff to cheer me up. So here goes. My attempt at a fluffy chapter.
^^ means thoughts.
Harry and Hermoine walked hand in hand towards the common room. The sixteen year old boy had just been discharged from the hospital wing - one of the worst injuries Madam Promfrey had seen. It was their first day as an 'official' couple. As they walked along the corridor, many stopped to point, mostly girls. Some had happy expression on their faces, while others crestfallen. News traveled quickly, and by the time Harry and Hermoine reached the Fat Lady that covered the hole to the common room, the whole school had heard.
The resident hero was finally attached.
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Ron stood to one side, his eyes glinting in jealousy. Though he had broken up with Hermoine, he still thought of her as his, and seeing her with Harry brought out the little green monster again. As the common room burst into good natured cheers, he gave the couple another cold look, before lumbering up to the dorm.
Harry wasn't blind to Ron's reaction. In fact, the first person he sought out in the noisy room was Ron. When he saw Ron stumbled up the stairs to the dorm, he frowned. ^I've gotta talk to Ron. Soon.^ Hermoine gave his hand a squeeze and he looked down at her, with raised eyebrows. She mouthed the word 'homework', and Harry nodded, both settling down to finish their homework.
After hours, when all of Gryffindor were asleep, Harry finally finished the homework that had piled up while he was in the hospital. He gave a yawn, glad that the next day was a Saturday and there were no lessons. He stretched his neck and back, standing up from the chair. As he looked around the room with another yawn, he gave a amused smile. Hermoine was asleep on the two-person couch, looking unbelieveably tranquil and peaceful. Harry walked over towards her and gently prodded her. She opened her eyes slightly, gave him a sleepy smile, and adjusted herself so that there was just enough space for another person to squeeze in.
"Isn't it uncomfortable?" Harry asked, denying the place, instead squatting down beside the couch, to enable eye contact with her. "Your bed would be more comfortable."
Hermoine gave a sleepy "hmph", pressing her hair to her head, and groaned. "Oh no. I have sleepy hair-do. Someone's going to think I have a dead chicken in it." Harry gave a deep laugh, and shook his head.
"You look beautiful," he told her softly. Hesitating for a moment, he leaned forward and gave her a kiss on her nose. "Like an angel."
Hermoine graced him with a shy smile. "Really?"
"My angel," Harry affirmed. Finally accepting Hermoine's insistent pulling on his sleeves, he stood up and sat down next to her. She cuddled up against his broad chest and after a few awkward actions, Harry managed to cradle her in the spoon position. "Sorry," he apologized. "First time," he explained with a sheepish smile. Hermoine laughed sweetly, and Harry smiled happily. "I like seeing you happy," he informed her.
"You do?"
"Yeah. I hate it when you have a frown on your face. I hate it when you have a tear in your eye." Harry paused, and kissed her head. "I don't like knowing you're upset." He closed his hand over her own. "I don't want to ever make you sad because of me," he promised.
Hermoine shifted her upper body so that she could look down on Harry, who raised his chin slightly to meet her eyes. "You can't ever do that," she told him. At Harry's questioning stare, she continued. "Make me sad." One corner of Harry's lips turned up in a small smile.
"Thank you," he whispered. Hermoine looked at him; his bright green eyes that were covered by circular shaped framed spectacles, his tentative gaze, his half-smile. Slowly, she reached out and gently took out his spectacles. Harry swallowed, but he didn't lose eye contact with her. As if he was the south pole, and she the north, their lips were drawn to each other.
Hermoine closed her eyes as their lips met in a soft kiss, then two, then three. Or was it the same kiss? Hermoine couldn't tell. She felt a wave of emotions go through her. Passion, tenderness, happiness, love. Reluctantly, Harry let her go. She shifted her body downwards so that her head touched his chest, and she hugged him tight. Harry wrapped his strong arms around her possessively, willing for time to stop still.
"I've never felt this way before, Harry. I'm scared," she admitted, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
"So am I, Herm. So am I," he told her. As her head tucked into the curve of his chin, he couldn't help but marveled at how they seemed to be mould as one. "I love you, Hermoine Granger."
"I love you too, Harry Potter."
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A/N: There you go. Pure fluff! Review please. No reviews, no story. Uh uh. *I'm being a brat aren't I?* =P. Please please review!!!
A/N: I just had a fight with my brother, and I'm really upset now. I'm going to need some fluff to cheer me up. So here goes. My attempt at a fluffy chapter.
^^ means thoughts.
Harry and Hermoine walked hand in hand towards the common room. The sixteen year old boy had just been discharged from the hospital wing - one of the worst injuries Madam Promfrey had seen. It was their first day as an 'official' couple. As they walked along the corridor, many stopped to point, mostly girls. Some had happy expression on their faces, while others crestfallen. News traveled quickly, and by the time Harry and Hermoine reached the Fat Lady that covered the hole to the common room, the whole school had heard.
The resident hero was finally attached.
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Ron stood to one side, his eyes glinting in jealousy. Though he had broken up with Hermoine, he still thought of her as his, and seeing her with Harry brought out the little green monster again. As the common room burst into good natured cheers, he gave the couple another cold look, before lumbering up to the dorm.
Harry wasn't blind to Ron's reaction. In fact, the first person he sought out in the noisy room was Ron. When he saw Ron stumbled up the stairs to the dorm, he frowned. ^I've gotta talk to Ron. Soon.^ Hermoine gave his hand a squeeze and he looked down at her, with raised eyebrows. She mouthed the word 'homework', and Harry nodded, both settling down to finish their homework.
After hours, when all of Gryffindor were asleep, Harry finally finished the homework that had piled up while he was in the hospital. He gave a yawn, glad that the next day was a Saturday and there were no lessons. He stretched his neck and back, standing up from the chair. As he looked around the room with another yawn, he gave a amused smile. Hermoine was asleep on the two-person couch, looking unbelieveably tranquil and peaceful. Harry walked over towards her and gently prodded her. She opened her eyes slightly, gave him a sleepy smile, and adjusted herself so that there was just enough space for another person to squeeze in.
"Isn't it uncomfortable?" Harry asked, denying the place, instead squatting down beside the couch, to enable eye contact with her. "Your bed would be more comfortable."
Hermoine gave a sleepy "hmph", pressing her hair to her head, and groaned. "Oh no. I have sleepy hair-do. Someone's going to think I have a dead chicken in it." Harry gave a deep laugh, and shook his head.
"You look beautiful," he told her softly. Hesitating for a moment, he leaned forward and gave her a kiss on her nose. "Like an angel."
Hermoine graced him with a shy smile. "Really?"
"My angel," Harry affirmed. Finally accepting Hermoine's insistent pulling on his sleeves, he stood up and sat down next to her. She cuddled up against his broad chest and after a few awkward actions, Harry managed to cradle her in the spoon position. "Sorry," he apologized. "First time," he explained with a sheepish smile. Hermoine laughed sweetly, and Harry smiled happily. "I like seeing you happy," he informed her.
"You do?"
"Yeah. I hate it when you have a frown on your face. I hate it when you have a tear in your eye." Harry paused, and kissed her head. "I don't like knowing you're upset." He closed his hand over her own. "I don't want to ever make you sad because of me," he promised.
Hermoine shifted her upper body so that she could look down on Harry, who raised his chin slightly to meet her eyes. "You can't ever do that," she told him. At Harry's questioning stare, she continued. "Make me sad." One corner of Harry's lips turned up in a small smile.
"Thank you," he whispered. Hermoine looked at him; his bright green eyes that were covered by circular shaped framed spectacles, his tentative gaze, his half-smile. Slowly, she reached out and gently took out his spectacles. Harry swallowed, but he didn't lose eye contact with her. As if he was the south pole, and she the north, their lips were drawn to each other.
Hermoine closed her eyes as their lips met in a soft kiss, then two, then three. Or was it the same kiss? Hermoine couldn't tell. She felt a wave of emotions go through her. Passion, tenderness, happiness, love. Reluctantly, Harry let her go. She shifted her body downwards so that her head touched his chest, and she hugged him tight. Harry wrapped his strong arms around her possessively, willing for time to stop still.
"I've never felt this way before, Harry. I'm scared," she admitted, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
"So am I, Herm. So am I," he told her. As her head tucked into the curve of his chin, he couldn't help but marveled at how they seemed to be mould as one. "I love you, Hermoine Granger."
"I love you too, Harry Potter."
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A/N: There you go. Pure fluff! Review please. No reviews, no story. Uh uh. *I'm being a brat aren't I?* =P. Please please review!!!