Chapter 14 * This I Promise You *
Hermione ran around with the other Head Boys and Girls trying to finish the last minute touch ups. It was the day of the Christmas dance and everyone was jumping up and down with excitement.
Hermione and Lavender had gone to Hogsmeade and had found the perfect dresses for the dance, which they wouldn't show to their boyfriends because they wanted it to be a surprise.
Ron and Harry had also found suites but with the help of Lavender and Hermione, of course.
"I think we're done," Trisha, a fifth year Ravenclaw, proclaimed, panting next to Hermione.
Hermione nodded her head as she looked around the Great Hall, pleased with the way it looked.
"You should become a wedding planner or something," a sixth year Gryffindor, Dominic, commented as Harry slid his arms around her and kissed her softly on the neck.
"That's my girlfriend!" Harry cried, making everyone laugh.
"We should go get ready. It's going to start in two hours," Trisha reminded everyone, causing the girls to moan and cry, "Two hours! That's not nearly enough time to get ready!"
The guys laughed. "You need more than two hours to get ready? Geesh, what are you going to do? Switch bodies with someone beautiful?" Dominic said, getting a punch from Alexia, another Gryffindor and his girlfriend.
"No ... we need time to make ourselves beautiful," Alexia said.
"You don't need two hours to become beautiful. In fact, you don't need any time. You're beautiful all the time every time," Harry whispered in Hermione's ear, causing her to blush.
They all filed out, with a final satisfied glance at the hall, and headed to their dorm rooms to prepare for the most incredible dance Hogwarts would ever see.
"How do I look?" Harry asked the other guys in the dormitory, trying to fix his hair in the mirror.
"Don't bother, dear.," the mirror replied, causing Harry to scowl.
"You look fine, mate. And don't bother with your hair, I overheard Hermione talking once and she said she liked your hair all messy, it makes you look sexy.," Seamus said, causing the guys to howl with laughter and making Harry turn a bright red.
"Are you guys done yet!" they heard the girls call up the stairs.
"Hey! They're done before us!" Neville said, making some last minute adjustments to his tie.
"Come on, we better go down before they leave with some other dates," with that the five boys headed out of the room, Harry closing the door behind them. As they trooped down the stairs, Harry's stomach did a small flip. He laughed at himself, I can't believe I'm nervous about going to a school dance with the woman I love! he told himself. Not finding it very funny at all.
"Lavender, you look absolutely beautiful! I'm glad you had two hours and no less!" Ron complimented and joked, making Lavender blush and smack him on the back of his head at the same time.
The guys murmured the same to their dates and headed out (Ginny had left early, telling everyone she was going to meet Draco some where ).
Harry looked around and found Hermione staring at the fire, her back to him, seeming to be in deep thought.
"Love?" he said, making her turn around. When she did so, his heart seemed to stop, along with his breathing. She was so breathtakingly beautiful that he was at a loss for words.
She was wearing a floor length gown, the color of a violet, that had small jewels glistening all the way down the dress. She wore a thin diamond necklace with a heart in the middle, and small diamond earrings to match. Her hair was up in a high bun, unnoticed curls cascading around her face. A small shimmering tiara seemed to hold it in place. Her face was free of make-up, except for light pink gloss, making her lips very kiss worthy to Harry. The glow from the fire seemed to cast an angelic light on her, making her seem more like an angel than human.
"Oh my ..." he murmured, staring at her as if he had never seen her before.
"Harry? What's wrong? I know I look bad but not that bad!" She let out a nervous laugh.
Harry shook his head and closed the distance between them, scooping her up in his arms and spinning her around. "Harry, put me down!" she cried, laughing.
"You are so amazingly beautiful that there can't possibly be a word for how stunning you look," he whispered, setting her down and kissing her lips softly. If those didn't come out of Harry's mouth, Hermione would have laughed at such a corny statement.
"You look very handsome. If you were riding a white horse, everyone would think you popped out of a fairy tale," she responded.
Which was exactly true. He was wearing a black suit and his hair was as unruly as ever, which was the way she liked it. His eyes sparkled a light green that shined lovingly at her.
Harry laughed, and took her hand in his. "Come on, let's go before they take all the good food."
"I think we should do it now before they return from that stupid dance," Anthony told the other Death Eaters as they gathered around each other waiting for their master to arrive.
"No, we cannot do it now. How will it look if Potter suddenly disappears?" a cold, shrill voice interrupted the small group.
They backed up and lowered their heads to the ground, as a sign of respect but also because they were too terrified to look into Voldemort's face.
"So when are we going to do it? It's taking too long and I think that bitch mudblood is suspecting something," Anthony spoke up, referring to Hermione.
The Dark Lord just shook his head. "We will wait until Saturday, which is tomorrow for those of you who have no brains," he retorted, looking pointedly at Crabbe and Goyle (who Draco dumped once he found out they were with Lord Voldemort).
The rest of the clan sniggered but nodded in agreement. "Perfect. Potter will be at Quidditch practice leaving mudblood to her own devices. Won't she get a shock when Potter returns a whole different person!" Anthony rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
"Care for a dance?' Hermione heard a whisper behind her.
She smiled and without turning around replied. "No, sorry. I'm waiting for my date."
"Oh, really ... in that case, I think I'll go find Cho. I'm sure she won't mind dancing with me," Harry said, a playful smile on his face.
Hermione whirled around, making Harry think he had struck a nerve, but she just smiled and retorted. "Okay. Oh and could you do me a favor and tell Draco that I'm waiting for him? Thanks," with that she turned back to Ginny, who was holding her stomach from laughter.
"Okay, okay, you win. This time," Harry said, hooking arms with her and steering her towards the dance floor.
"Babe, I always win," Hermione replied, laughing.
They stopped in the middle of the floor just as Hermione's favorite Muggle song came on. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he did the same around her waist.
"I absolutely love this song!" she squealed, making Harry smile as she acted like a little girl again.
"I know," he said. "How do you think it started playing now?"
"You dedicated this to me?" Hermione asked, mouth hanging open. "I didn't know you could dedicate songs. I didn't even know you knew I liked this song!"
"You can't. Remember in our fifth year? How we were driving to your house and this song came on? You told me you loved it."
"I can't believe you actually remembered!" she said, loving him more and more. "By the way, if you can't dedicate songs than how did you do it?"
Harry gave her an evil grin. "I have my sources."
Hermione laughed, settling her head close to his chest, listening to his heartbeat mixed in with the words from the song.
"This song is for you from the bottom of my heart, because everything in it is true," Harry whispered in her ear.
Tears came to Hermione's eyes as she listened to the lyrics, never feeling happier.
= * = * =
When visions around you
Bring tears to your eyes
And all that surrounds you
Are secrets and lies
I'll be your strength
I'll give you hope
Keeping your faith when it's gone
The one you should call
Was standing here all along
= * = * =
"Baby, are you okay?" Harry asked, holding Hermione's face in his hands, tears falling through the small gap between his hands and her face.
Hermione nodded and kissed him. "I have never been better."
= * = * =
And I will take you in my arms
And hold you right where you belong
'Till the day my life is through
This I promise you
I've loved you forever
In lifetimes before
And I promise you never
Will you hurt anymore
I give you my word
I give you my heart
This is a battle we've won
And with this vow
Forever has now begun
= * = * =
"I knew you loved this song, but not that much!" He said, kissing the remaining tears away.
"I love you even more. How you manage to surprise me day by day is a mystery to me."
"Well, there's still one more surprise left. But that will have to wait till we leave the dance," Harry replied, an evil smile lighting up his face.
"Oooh! Then what are we waiting for? Let's leave now!" she took his hand in hers and started to drag him away.
"What about Ron?" she heard him ask.
"He won't miss us, Lavender's there to keep him preoccupie," she called over her shoulder.
Hermione heard him laugh and she realized how much she loved his laugh. A type of laugh that was genuine, like it came straight from his soul.
"Okay, so what is it?" she asked, as they entered the Gryffindor Common Room.
"We have to go into our own room, first," Harry replied, loving the way her eyes twinkled with excitement.
She hurriedly said the password and practically ran into their common room. She came to a dead halt when her eyes met the site in front of her.
Piles and piles of rose petals decorated the floor and furniture in all different colors. Red, yellow, pink, and white glistened at her from the glow that was thrown from the fire. The smell drifted up to her nose, causing her to inhale with pleasure. Hermione twirled around and found Harry in front of her, down on one knee. He had a small velvet box in one hand, while the other one reached out to grasp her own.
= * = * =
Just close your eyes
Each lovin' day
And know this feeling won't go away
'Til the day my life is through
This I promise you
Over and over I fall
When I hear you call
Without you in my life, baby
I just wouldn't be living at all
= * = * =
Her free hand came up to clasp over her open mouth, silent but happy tears sliding down her rosy cheeks.
"Ever since I saw you, I knew you were different from any other girl I had met before. You were special in a way that took me five years to figure out. Then one day, it hit me. I was in love with you. Along with that newfound love I had discovered, I also discovered why I fell madly in love with you.
"It was the way you cared about everyone around you, even if you had a problem, you still helped other's with theirs first. The way your eyes became wide with concern when either Ron or I decided to run around the castle in the middle of night. Then the way you tagged along to make sure we wouldn't get hurt. I love the way you bite your lip in frustration or the way you raise your eyebrows when Ron asks you to copy your homework. The way your eyes light up with joy when you get a good mark.
"I love the way you feel in my arms, like our bodies were built to accommodate each other's. I love the way you smell, I love the way you look, and think. But most of all, I love the way you make me feel when I'm with you. It's like I'm complete. You're the other half of me, the one I'm supposed to grow old with. Without you I'm lost.
"I don't love you because you're beautiful, you're beautiful because I love you. You have made me the happiest person in the entire universe and I only hope I can do the same for you. Will you marry me, my 'Mione?"
Hermione knelt down in front of him, her vision blurry from all the tears. She leaned forward and gave him a kiss that she hoped would show him how much she loved him because words did not seem enough.
"Does that mean yes?" Harry asked, his own bright green eyes glistening with tears. He took out the ring from the small box and slipped it onto her finger, making her gasp.
"Oh, Harry! This is the most beautiful piece of jewelry I've seen in my life!" Hermione cried, watching as the light from the fire made it sparkle.
It was a gold ring with a thick band. Two hearts, sprinkled with diamonds, were intertwined on top. As she looked closer she saw that Harry's nickname for her ('Mione) was inscribed in one heart and Harry was in the other.
"Look in the back," Harry whispered, who had been watching her face the whole time.
She turned it over with shaking fingers. "Soul mates," she whispered it out loud.
"It was my mother's. I just got it inscribed. I hope you like it."
Hermione shook her head. "I love it!" she cried, wrapping him up in a tight hug.
Harry stood up and reached down to help Hermione to her feet, tears falling down her cheeks as well as his. They stood there looking at each other for a moment before coming together in the most passionate kiss in kissing history.
"Mmm ... Harry ..." Hermione groaned, as she felt his tongue ask for permission to enter her mouth.
Before they knew what was happening, Hermione's dress had slipped to the floor along with Harry's suite.
He laid her down gently, near the fire, never breaking the kiss. He moved his lips down her neck slowly, planting small kisses on her baby soft skin.
Hermione shut her eyes and bit her lip, suddenly waiting for the pain and terror she had felt when Anthony had taken advantage of her. When she finally looked up, she saw Harry, not Anthony. Sweet, loving, wonderful Harry, staring at her, with so much concern in his eyes, it made her heart ache.
"'Mione, maybe we shouldn't ... it's too soon ..." he murmured, running a finger softly down her cheek.
She shook her head. "I want to."
"Are you sure?"
Hermione smiled up at him, bringing her hand to rest on his cheek, "Sure I'm sure," she whispered.
Harry smiled at her and planted his lips on hers, causing Hermione to feel a torrent of emotions flood through her.
All her life she had wondered what it would feel like to be in love and be loved by a person who understood you inside and out. How it would feel to lie in that person's arms and be oblivious to everything and everyone around you. She had imagined it would be wonderful, but what she felt was beyond wonderful.
She felt ... complete.
= * = * =
I will take you in my arms
And hold you right where you belong
'Till the day my life is through
This I promise you, baby
Just close your eyes
Each lovin' day
And know this feeling won't go away
Every word I say is true
This I promise you
Every word I say is true
This I promise you
I promise you
= * = * = Author's Note: Hey! This chapter is FINALLY done! You have no idea how long it took me. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm sorry if a lot of it is a bit sappy (okay, a lot sappy) but what can I say, I'm a hopeless romantic.
I want to say thank you to all my reviewers -- you guys are the best! I luv ya! Oh, and to KEVIN: Harry and Anthony are 17. You asked how Anthony got the alchohol (since I did say his breath stinked of it). Yes, that is illegal but that hasn't stopped any underage teenagers from drinking it, has it? Let's just say, Anthony's dad had some alchohol locked up and Anthony got to it (all the time). How does that sound? Hope I cleared things up for you! Thanks for your review!
Anyway, I really do hope you liked this chapter, let me know. Meaning REVIEW!!!!!
Oh, and the song is "This I Promise You" by Nsync. I absolutely LOVE that song, it's one my (if not the) faves! I just wanted to let you know, hope no one sues me .... I just thought that song fit in well with this chapter. Don't worry I will NOT be adding any more songs to this fic (it took me forever).
Until the next chapter,
= * = Sweetie = * =
Hermione ran around with the other Head Boys and Girls trying to finish the last minute touch ups. It was the day of the Christmas dance and everyone was jumping up and down with excitement.
Hermione and Lavender had gone to Hogsmeade and had found the perfect dresses for the dance, which they wouldn't show to their boyfriends because they wanted it to be a surprise.
Ron and Harry had also found suites but with the help of Lavender and Hermione, of course.
"I think we're done," Trisha, a fifth year Ravenclaw, proclaimed, panting next to Hermione.
Hermione nodded her head as she looked around the Great Hall, pleased with the way it looked.
"You should become a wedding planner or something," a sixth year Gryffindor, Dominic, commented as Harry slid his arms around her and kissed her softly on the neck.
"That's my girlfriend!" Harry cried, making everyone laugh.
"We should go get ready. It's going to start in two hours," Trisha reminded everyone, causing the girls to moan and cry, "Two hours! That's not nearly enough time to get ready!"
The guys laughed. "You need more than two hours to get ready? Geesh, what are you going to do? Switch bodies with someone beautiful?" Dominic said, getting a punch from Alexia, another Gryffindor and his girlfriend.
"No ... we need time to make ourselves beautiful," Alexia said.
"You don't need two hours to become beautiful. In fact, you don't need any time. You're beautiful all the time every time," Harry whispered in Hermione's ear, causing her to blush.
They all filed out, with a final satisfied glance at the hall, and headed to their dorm rooms to prepare for the most incredible dance Hogwarts would ever see.
"How do I look?" Harry asked the other guys in the dormitory, trying to fix his hair in the mirror.
"Don't bother, dear.," the mirror replied, causing Harry to scowl.
"You look fine, mate. And don't bother with your hair, I overheard Hermione talking once and she said she liked your hair all messy, it makes you look sexy.," Seamus said, causing the guys to howl with laughter and making Harry turn a bright red.
"Are you guys done yet!" they heard the girls call up the stairs.
"Hey! They're done before us!" Neville said, making some last minute adjustments to his tie.
"Come on, we better go down before they leave with some other dates," with that the five boys headed out of the room, Harry closing the door behind them. As they trooped down the stairs, Harry's stomach did a small flip. He laughed at himself, I can't believe I'm nervous about going to a school dance with the woman I love! he told himself. Not finding it very funny at all.
"Lavender, you look absolutely beautiful! I'm glad you had two hours and no less!" Ron complimented and joked, making Lavender blush and smack him on the back of his head at the same time.
The guys murmured the same to their dates and headed out (Ginny had left early, telling everyone she was going to meet Draco some where ).
Harry looked around and found Hermione staring at the fire, her back to him, seeming to be in deep thought.
"Love?" he said, making her turn around. When she did so, his heart seemed to stop, along with his breathing. She was so breathtakingly beautiful that he was at a loss for words.
She was wearing a floor length gown, the color of a violet, that had small jewels glistening all the way down the dress. She wore a thin diamond necklace with a heart in the middle, and small diamond earrings to match. Her hair was up in a high bun, unnoticed curls cascading around her face. A small shimmering tiara seemed to hold it in place. Her face was free of make-up, except for light pink gloss, making her lips very kiss worthy to Harry. The glow from the fire seemed to cast an angelic light on her, making her seem more like an angel than human.
"Oh my ..." he murmured, staring at her as if he had never seen her before.
"Harry? What's wrong? I know I look bad but not that bad!" She let out a nervous laugh.
Harry shook his head and closed the distance between them, scooping her up in his arms and spinning her around. "Harry, put me down!" she cried, laughing.
"You are so amazingly beautiful that there can't possibly be a word for how stunning you look," he whispered, setting her down and kissing her lips softly. If those didn't come out of Harry's mouth, Hermione would have laughed at such a corny statement.
"You look very handsome. If you were riding a white horse, everyone would think you popped out of a fairy tale," she responded.
Which was exactly true. He was wearing a black suit and his hair was as unruly as ever, which was the way she liked it. His eyes sparkled a light green that shined lovingly at her.
Harry laughed, and took her hand in his. "Come on, let's go before they take all the good food."
"I think we should do it now before they return from that stupid dance," Anthony told the other Death Eaters as they gathered around each other waiting for their master to arrive.
"No, we cannot do it now. How will it look if Potter suddenly disappears?" a cold, shrill voice interrupted the small group.
They backed up and lowered their heads to the ground, as a sign of respect but also because they were too terrified to look into Voldemort's face.
"So when are we going to do it? It's taking too long and I think that bitch mudblood is suspecting something," Anthony spoke up, referring to Hermione.
The Dark Lord just shook his head. "We will wait until Saturday, which is tomorrow for those of you who have no brains," he retorted, looking pointedly at Crabbe and Goyle (who Draco dumped once he found out they were with Lord Voldemort).
The rest of the clan sniggered but nodded in agreement. "Perfect. Potter will be at Quidditch practice leaving mudblood to her own devices. Won't she get a shock when Potter returns a whole different person!" Anthony rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
"Care for a dance?' Hermione heard a whisper behind her.
She smiled and without turning around replied. "No, sorry. I'm waiting for my date."
"Oh, really ... in that case, I think I'll go find Cho. I'm sure she won't mind dancing with me," Harry said, a playful smile on his face.
Hermione whirled around, making Harry think he had struck a nerve, but she just smiled and retorted. "Okay. Oh and could you do me a favor and tell Draco that I'm waiting for him? Thanks," with that she turned back to Ginny, who was holding her stomach from laughter.
"Okay, okay, you win. This time," Harry said, hooking arms with her and steering her towards the dance floor.
"Babe, I always win," Hermione replied, laughing.
They stopped in the middle of the floor just as Hermione's favorite Muggle song came on. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he did the same around her waist.
"I absolutely love this song!" she squealed, making Harry smile as she acted like a little girl again.
"I know," he said. "How do you think it started playing now?"
"You dedicated this to me?" Hermione asked, mouth hanging open. "I didn't know you could dedicate songs. I didn't even know you knew I liked this song!"
"You can't. Remember in our fifth year? How we were driving to your house and this song came on? You told me you loved it."
"I can't believe you actually remembered!" she said, loving him more and more. "By the way, if you can't dedicate songs than how did you do it?"
Harry gave her an evil grin. "I have my sources."
Hermione laughed, settling her head close to his chest, listening to his heartbeat mixed in with the words from the song.
"This song is for you from the bottom of my heart, because everything in it is true," Harry whispered in her ear.
Tears came to Hermione's eyes as she listened to the lyrics, never feeling happier.
= * = * =
When visions around you
Bring tears to your eyes
And all that surrounds you
Are secrets and lies
I'll be your strength
I'll give you hope
Keeping your faith when it's gone
The one you should call
Was standing here all along
= * = * =
"Baby, are you okay?" Harry asked, holding Hermione's face in his hands, tears falling through the small gap between his hands and her face.
Hermione nodded and kissed him. "I have never been better."
= * = * =
And I will take you in my arms
And hold you right where you belong
'Till the day my life is through
This I promise you
I've loved you forever
In lifetimes before
And I promise you never
Will you hurt anymore
I give you my word
I give you my heart
This is a battle we've won
And with this vow
Forever has now begun
= * = * =
"I knew you loved this song, but not that much!" He said, kissing the remaining tears away.
"I love you even more. How you manage to surprise me day by day is a mystery to me."
"Well, there's still one more surprise left. But that will have to wait till we leave the dance," Harry replied, an evil smile lighting up his face.
"Oooh! Then what are we waiting for? Let's leave now!" she took his hand in hers and started to drag him away.
"What about Ron?" she heard him ask.
"He won't miss us, Lavender's there to keep him preoccupie," she called over her shoulder.
Hermione heard him laugh and she realized how much she loved his laugh. A type of laugh that was genuine, like it came straight from his soul.
"Okay, so what is it?" she asked, as they entered the Gryffindor Common Room.
"We have to go into our own room, first," Harry replied, loving the way her eyes twinkled with excitement.
She hurriedly said the password and practically ran into their common room. She came to a dead halt when her eyes met the site in front of her.
Piles and piles of rose petals decorated the floor and furniture in all different colors. Red, yellow, pink, and white glistened at her from the glow that was thrown from the fire. The smell drifted up to her nose, causing her to inhale with pleasure. Hermione twirled around and found Harry in front of her, down on one knee. He had a small velvet box in one hand, while the other one reached out to grasp her own.
= * = * =
Just close your eyes
Each lovin' day
And know this feeling won't go away
'Til the day my life is through
This I promise you
Over and over I fall
When I hear you call
Without you in my life, baby
I just wouldn't be living at all
= * = * =
Her free hand came up to clasp over her open mouth, silent but happy tears sliding down her rosy cheeks.
"Ever since I saw you, I knew you were different from any other girl I had met before. You were special in a way that took me five years to figure out. Then one day, it hit me. I was in love with you. Along with that newfound love I had discovered, I also discovered why I fell madly in love with you.
"It was the way you cared about everyone around you, even if you had a problem, you still helped other's with theirs first. The way your eyes became wide with concern when either Ron or I decided to run around the castle in the middle of night. Then the way you tagged along to make sure we wouldn't get hurt. I love the way you bite your lip in frustration or the way you raise your eyebrows when Ron asks you to copy your homework. The way your eyes light up with joy when you get a good mark.
"I love the way you feel in my arms, like our bodies were built to accommodate each other's. I love the way you smell, I love the way you look, and think. But most of all, I love the way you make me feel when I'm with you. It's like I'm complete. You're the other half of me, the one I'm supposed to grow old with. Without you I'm lost.
"I don't love you because you're beautiful, you're beautiful because I love you. You have made me the happiest person in the entire universe and I only hope I can do the same for you. Will you marry me, my 'Mione?"
Hermione knelt down in front of him, her vision blurry from all the tears. She leaned forward and gave him a kiss that she hoped would show him how much she loved him because words did not seem enough.
"Does that mean yes?" Harry asked, his own bright green eyes glistening with tears. He took out the ring from the small box and slipped it onto her finger, making her gasp.
"Oh, Harry! This is the most beautiful piece of jewelry I've seen in my life!" Hermione cried, watching as the light from the fire made it sparkle.
It was a gold ring with a thick band. Two hearts, sprinkled with diamonds, were intertwined on top. As she looked closer she saw that Harry's nickname for her ('Mione) was inscribed in one heart and Harry was in the other.
"Look in the back," Harry whispered, who had been watching her face the whole time.
She turned it over with shaking fingers. "Soul mates," she whispered it out loud.
"It was my mother's. I just got it inscribed. I hope you like it."
Hermione shook her head. "I love it!" she cried, wrapping him up in a tight hug.
Harry stood up and reached down to help Hermione to her feet, tears falling down her cheeks as well as his. They stood there looking at each other for a moment before coming together in the most passionate kiss in kissing history.
"Mmm ... Harry ..." Hermione groaned, as she felt his tongue ask for permission to enter her mouth.
Before they knew what was happening, Hermione's dress had slipped to the floor along with Harry's suite.
He laid her down gently, near the fire, never breaking the kiss. He moved his lips down her neck slowly, planting small kisses on her baby soft skin.
Hermione shut her eyes and bit her lip, suddenly waiting for the pain and terror she had felt when Anthony had taken advantage of her. When she finally looked up, she saw Harry, not Anthony. Sweet, loving, wonderful Harry, staring at her, with so much concern in his eyes, it made her heart ache.
"'Mione, maybe we shouldn't ... it's too soon ..." he murmured, running a finger softly down her cheek.
She shook her head. "I want to."
"Are you sure?"
Hermione smiled up at him, bringing her hand to rest on his cheek, "Sure I'm sure," she whispered.
Harry smiled at her and planted his lips on hers, causing Hermione to feel a torrent of emotions flood through her.
All her life she had wondered what it would feel like to be in love and be loved by a person who understood you inside and out. How it would feel to lie in that person's arms and be oblivious to everything and everyone around you. She had imagined it would be wonderful, but what she felt was beyond wonderful.
She felt ... complete.
= * = * =
I will take you in my arms
And hold you right where you belong
'Till the day my life is through
This I promise you, baby
Just close your eyes
Each lovin' day
And know this feeling won't go away
Every word I say is true
This I promise you
Every word I say is true
This I promise you
I promise you
= * = * = Author's Note: Hey! This chapter is FINALLY done! You have no idea how long it took me. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm sorry if a lot of it is a bit sappy (okay, a lot sappy) but what can I say, I'm a hopeless romantic.
I want to say thank you to all my reviewers -- you guys are the best! I luv ya! Oh, and to KEVIN: Harry and Anthony are 17. You asked how Anthony got the alchohol (since I did say his breath stinked of it). Yes, that is illegal but that hasn't stopped any underage teenagers from drinking it, has it? Let's just say, Anthony's dad had some alchohol locked up and Anthony got to it (all the time). How does that sound? Hope I cleared things up for you! Thanks for your review!
Anyway, I really do hope you liked this chapter, let me know. Meaning REVIEW!!!!!
Oh, and the song is "This I Promise You" by Nsync. I absolutely LOVE that song, it's one my (if not the) faves! I just wanted to let you know, hope no one sues me .... I just thought that song fit in well with this chapter. Don't worry I will NOT be adding any more songs to this fic (it took me forever).
Until the next chapter,
= * = Sweetie = * =