(A/N) I just want to thank those who reviewed.

Together, Harry and Hermione left the restaurant and took a slow walk down the street. They walked to a café in silence and sat down in some of the chairs that were stationed outside. When the waiter came to take their order, they merely asked for some peace and quiet.

"So, Harry, besides being an auror, what have you been doing all these years? I missed you an awful lot. It practically broke my heart when you left that day. But we'll speak of that later. As for now, how are you?" Hermione said all this very fast, as though she had wanted to say it for years.

As Harry explained what he had been doing over the years, he was deep in thought. He could hardly believe what was happening. After all these years, Hermione missed him? "No," thought Harry, "this can't be happening." But it was true. In all of an instant, Hermione had accepted him again into her life. It was almost too good to be true. Harry didn't trust things like that, so he decided that perhaps he'd better be sure.

"Hermione, why don't we apparate to the Three Broomsticks, so we can't be overheard? I don't like it out here in the open," asked Harry. Hermione nodded her head, and they both disappeared with a distinct popping noise.

They arrived outside the pub. They entered and asked for two Butterbeers. As soon as they received their drinks, they found a pair of chairs to sit down at. Moving as one, they sat in seats opposite of each other. It reminded Harry oddly of when they both went to Hogwarts. They could practically read each other's minds.

"So, what have you been doing all this time, Hermione?" asked Harry. In truth, he was extremely curious to know if she had a boyfriend, if she had a job, what things she liked to do, and…well…pretty much everything about her. He may have pictures of her, but pictures were only pictures. They could convey only so much.

So Hermione talked about her life. Her new job as the Arithmancy teacher Hogwarts, and where she lived were things that went by nearly unnoticed by Harry. He already knew all of these things, but that wasn't what was bothering him. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her eyes. They constantly darted back and forth as she elaborated about the finer point of Arithmancy. They were enthralling eyes, but they seemed to convey some sort of suppressed message.

Harry's brow furrowed as he thought of what this meant. Hermione noticed, and immediately blushing, said, "I've been babbling, haven't I?"

"No, of course not. I'm just feeling a little weird today. All of the tension, combined with meeting someone I haven't seen in practically forever, has just weighed down on me," explained Harry somewhat simplistically.

"Oh," she said. But Harry could see that she wasn't convinced. "Well, how about we have dinner tonight. We might be able to resolve our argument that we had all those years ago," with this, she gave a short, forced laugh. "I have some stuff to do anyway, so why don't we meet in front of Honeydukes at 6 o'clock tonight?"

"Okay. Sounds great. I'll be there at six…" Harry's voice trailed off, as his mind wandered. Why didn't he just apologize all those years ago? Harry wished they could just forgive and forget, but he knew that it wouldn't be that simple.

Harry met Hermione at six in front of Honeydukes. Together they apparated to some wizard restaurant that Harry had found to have very good food. They found a seat inside, and sat. The conversation was brought around to old times in a surprisingly short amount of time.

"Hermione," Harry blurted out all of a sudden, "I'm so sorry for the things that I've done and said. It's all been my fault! How can you ever forgive me? No. I won't even ask for forgiveness. I don't deserve it. How can I repay you for all the time we have lost?"

Hermione could see the hurt in his eyes. Those beautiful emerald eyes were starting to cry. Here was Harry, a grown man, crying! Not wishing for him to regret crying, or apologizing, she led him to the restaurant's fireplace. "Harry, is your home connected by the floo-network?" Harry merely nodded and whispered 'Marauder's Mansion' before he started with a fresh wave of tears.

Hermione flung some of the floo powder from a stand next to the fireplace and yelled, "Marauder's Mansion!" Together they stepped in, Hermione helping to walk and stand. They arrived at Harry and Sirius' home, in pitch black. It was apparent that Sirius wasn't home at the moment. Hermione led Harry up the stair as he indicated the directions to his room.

When they reached Harry's room, Hermione opened the door and led Harry to his bed. After he was sitting on the edge, she took a look around and gasped. There were muggle and wizard photographs of her all over his walls. He had seen her during the years, while she had only heard of his prowess as an auror. She was a little angry, but more importantly, she felt cared for. And feeling cared for didn't happen that much when one didn't have many friends, and less family.

"Harry, why do you have so many pictures of me?" asked Hermione in an innocent tone.

"Because…because I…I…I still love you…" whispered Harry under his breath. But Hermione had heard him as though he had yelled it. It was as though there were millions of firecrackers going off, all at the same time. He still loved her after all this time.

"Damn it!" yelled Harry, slamming his fist against the wall. "I am very sorry you had to hear that." His voice had dropped significantly, so as to be to the point where he was whispering. "It just sort of slipped out. You never needed to know. How could I expect you to still like me after all this time of separation?" Harry looked as though he would start crying again any minute.

Hermione didn't answer him. Her mind was racing. It showed in her eyes, like a flashlight in the dark. Harry watched her hopefully, and slowly he started to yell at himself in his mind for being such an idiot.

"I'm sorry…" started Harry. But he never had time to finish. Hermione leaned down and pushed Harry onto his back. Bewildered, Harry didn't fight her, and gave no resistance to her advance. "Hermione? What are you doing?" asked Harry.

She lowered her mouth to his ear and whispered something. Whatever it was, shock was showing plain as daylight on Harry's face. Before he could respond however, she kissed him.

Surprised by her sudden onslaught, Harry's natural reactions took over. He wrapped his arms around her as he started to kiss her back. "Harry," he thought to himself, "maybe you're not such an idiot after all…" Truly, this was a night that he would remember for the rest of his life. How could he ever forget her beautiful body? Or the passion with which she kissed? Or the way her eyes gave away her love?

But as she started to take off Harry's shirt, Hermione's eyes flashed again. Harry thought in confusion and turmoil. He was trying to concentrate on her eyes, but the pleasure she gave him as she kissed his neck and chest cut off all thoughts other than love. But Harry's mind would not be defeated. He tried to remember where he had seen that sort of eye movement.

It hit Harry like a ton of bricks. The memories of his fourth year at Hogwarts flooded back. More specifically, about Professor Moody, a.k.a. Barty Crouch Jr., teaching them to fight the Imperius curse. How did he not see it before. He should have known that Hermione wouldn't move so fast in a relationship. He started to subtly move to his wand, trying not to attract her attention from what she was doing to him.

But before Harry could react to what was going on, Hermione quickly reached over to the bedside table and grabbed her wand. "Move and you die, Harry Potter!" she warned. Her wand was trained directly between his eyes.

(A/N) I am sorry it took so long to update. School has been a pain in my ass, and I really need to get my college grades up. It will be over soon. In two weeks, I should be back to updating every day. BTW, THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS!!! They are most appreciated.