Disclaimer: I do not own Hermione, Harry, or anything mentioned here that is somehow connected to the Harry Potter universe. They belong to JK Rowling.

Summary: I'll tell you why we're perfect for each other. Harry/Hermione, Hermione's POV.

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Why We're Perfect

We are absolutely and undeniably and unarguably perfect for each other because we both have very dark hair.

Mine is the color of dark, burnt chocolate, and his is the color of ebony ink in contrast to pale parchment and together, the colors blend into just a warmth of browns and darker browns.

We are perfect for each other because we're best friends, and we've known each other longer than I can bother to remember. Or maybe because I don't want to remember life before I met him, because life before I met him wasn't much of a life at all.

We're best friends, and it is all very beautiful because we understand each other like a sailor understands the sea. Sometimes, I believe that we are one, and that even without speaking (for, in our relationship, our feelings don't have to be expressed verbally, and isn't that wonderful?) I can look into his sparkling green eyes and know exactly what he's thinking, and when he smiles at me, I know that he understands exactly what I'm thinking.

And on the Christmases that we share together, the gifts we give each other may not be ideal or even remotely perfect, but when I receive mine, I feel something deep in my chest throb loudly, and a wide smile stretches across my face…I am sure I look quite foolish when I smile like that, but I can't seem to help it.

And we are also perfect for one another because while we have a full comprehension of how the other works, often times I get lost in his eyes and all thoughts of coherency seem to leave me. You may never understand this, but they are just so beautiful and breathtaking, I almost wish they wouldn't have that kind of effect on me.

I can tell you right now that we are just destined to be soul mates, though, because we don't really enjoy the same things. He likes Quidditch and playing jokes and generally acting like most men (boys) do, while I like reading Shakespeare by the fireside with a box of chocolates next to me, or doing an essay on why I believe in equal rights for house-elves…

It really does keep things interesting.

I am also sure that he is to be mine, because we fit together, like salt and pepper, mittens and hands, two peas to a pod. People have told us so numerous times, and I would blush profusely. If I am lucky, I would have a book with me so I could bury my head behind it and pretend that I was busy reading, when I was actually dreaming of Harry and I actually being together, Harry and I kissing, Harry and I getting married…

Harry and Hermione.

And there is also the fact that fairy tales specifically constitute that people like Harry and I will live happily ever after. Although they are fairy tales, all fairy tales must—simply must—be based off of some truth, and that truth is the moral, the emotion, the bit of reality behind it.

Harry is the invincible hero, and often times I imagine myself as the damsel in distress that he's come to rescue—except this damsel in distress is not a helpless girl, but someone who goes on the adventure with the hero, the handsome prince. He admires my brilliance, and I his courage and selflessness.

So you see, for all of those logical reasons and more, this boy of mine is perfect for me—we are meant for each other.

But.

The most important reason, the reason why Harry Potter and Hermione Granger are forever entwined together in their fates, is a simple one:

I love him.

And love, believe it or not, needs no reasons.