Hermione and Harry have been deeply in love for several months in public now. They are both 20 yrs old and though Harry works as a Auror, he still collects, trades, plays, coaches, EVERYTHING quidditch and when Hermione becomes jealous of his obsession, the awful truth that they've both been lying to each other comes out. Can their relationship survive?

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS OR ANYTHING CONTAINED IN J.K ROWLING'S AMAZING BOOKS. :)

This is my very first fanfiction and I hope it's alright. It is based around my recent personal events, but in Harry Potter World terms.call it venting in an artistic way.

Hermione paced up and down the length of the hall outside the infirmary at Hogwarts. She had come here to tutor some of the students and had learned that Harry had been brought here after an injury while fighting one of Voldemort's old followers who just didn't want to give up his dead master's quest.

"How could he have approached him alone?!" she thought. "Have any of his experiences here taught him anything?! It's far too dangerous to approach a wizard of such high dark power without help.yes, he's Harry Potter and he did defeat him.but STILL!"

At that moment, the infirmary door opened and Harry walked out holding a hand over a much bruised eye and limping slightly.

"HARRY!" Hermione shouted with relief. "You're alright! I was so concerned when they told me you were hurt."

"Hermione, I'm fine," said Harry. There's no need to worry about me like that."

"She's absolutely right to be concerned Mr. Potter," said Madame Pomfrey. "I don't know how many times I've been unsure whether you'd be alive when I next saw you, dear. You really ought to be more careful."

"Bah," said Harry as Madame Pomfrey went back into her office.

"Harry Potter, you know I worry because I love you," said Hermione. "Why can't you think about your health and well being when it matters most?"

"Dearest Love, why should I worry when I've got you nagging at me like you were my Aunt Petunia after I've done something wicked to Dudley"

Hermione stood back. How could he say that? She was nothing like that horrible Aunt of his. Didn't he appreciate that she wanted to take care of him? How could he be that insensitive?!

"Harry Potter, if you weren't so careless running off and saving the day all the time, I wouldn't have to fuss over you! And when you do come home, all you can do is think about Quidditch! That's more important to you than anything and I've been trying to accept that, but there is a time for it and then there is a time to pay attention to other people. Do you mean to say that you hate it when I fuss over you? Because you've never said so before."

"Yes, I am saying that.I can't stand you being so overbearing, and I can't stand you constantly wanting me to sacrifice for you!"

"So we've both been lying to each other," said Hermione, near tears.

As I said before, this is my first fanfic and it's based on me and what's happened to me recently. Could I please have a few reviews as to whether I should continue writing or not? Please and Thank you.