Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters (I wish I did), J.K.
Rowling owns them. I own nothing but this plot.
Authors Note: Sorry I haven't been writing at all lately. I've had a lot going on. I've had to write a paper for school. And not to mention the fact that I love my friend but he loves my rival and was going out with her but good relationships never last. I'll try to make this as long as possible!! Now, on with the story!
Chapter Two: Meeting The Grangers?
Soon they were driving down the road in Hermione's little convertible. She noticed that he was quite silent, so she decided to speak first.
"Well you have certainly changed a lot." Hermione said, not taking her eyes
off of the road.
"Yeah, I know. You've changed a lot, too." He replied.
"I haven't changed that much."
"Are you mad?! Every thing about you has changed."
"Not everything,"
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing. I was talking to myself."
"Are you okay?"
"I don't know. If I faint, can you drive?"
"No, I don't know how."
"I think I'm gonna pass out." Hermione said, beginning to breathe heavily. She pulled the car over to the shoulder of the road sharply. She began to
take short, sharp breaths, her chest moving up and down very fast. She threw her head against the seat dangerously. Before she knew it, all she
could see was black.
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Harry had no idea of what to do. Hermione had just passed out and he knew that if she didn't wake up, she could go into a comma. He sat there for a
few minutes. Then he got an idea but she might get angry with him. He
didn't care; all he cared about at that moment was her. Just as he was going to perform CPR he thought he heard someone screaming, "You love her" in his ears, but he just shook the feeling off. He tilted her head back, plugged her nose, put his mouth over hers, and began exhale deeply. Before
he knew it, her eyes had shot open.
"What happened?" She asked with a hoarse voice.
"You fainted and I woke you up." Harry replied.
She pulled off of the shoulder of the road as sharply as she had come. Once they were back on the road again, Hermione said, "We have to stop at
my house before we go anywhere."
"Alright" he said absentmindedly.
"You see, my mother would like to meet you." She said looking at him
through the corner of her eye, "She won't be disappointed."
"Was that a compliment, Miss Granger?"
"Actually, yes it was."
"Well then, thank you."
"You're welcome. Now it's your turn."
"Huh?"
"It's your turn to give me a compliment."
"Right, um, well, there's a thousand I could think of."
"Well, could you maybe tell me one of those?"
"I could, if I wanted to."
"Don't you want to?"
"Yes,"
"Well, what is it?"
"Let me see, you're as lovely as ever. I've never seen you so dazzling.
And, well, you're a wonderful person, Hermione."
"Why thank you."
"You're quite welcome."
A few minutes later, they were going through, what looked like a turnpike. He realized that Hermione's family must live in a country club. Hermione then took out a little plastic card with a barcode on the edge, swiped it
and typed in a few numbers on the keypad. They passed a few houses and driveways with flowers and topiaries in front; this was clearly a country club. Finally, after about another minute of driving, she finally pulled
into a long wide driveway with lilacs bordering the sides.
"This is home," She said as she turned off the ignition.
"It looks nice." He said staring up at the large home. Is this really
where Hermione grew up, he thought to himself.
"You'll want to meet my mother. She always has something in the oven." She
said as they made their way into the large foyer.
"Hermione, dear, is that you?" He heard a loud but polite voice say.
"Yes, mother. It's me and Harry." Hermione bellowed back.
"Then come on in" Her mother replied.
When they walked into the large living room, Harry thought he smelled
cinnamon. There were many paintings and knick-knacks hanging from the walls. He also noticed that there were several plants in just this room.
"Harry, dear, wonderful to meet you." Said a young woman with long, blond,
straight hair.
"Harry, this is my mother." Hermione said in a low voice, looking at her
small feet.
"Oh, nice to meet you." Harry said to her mother though he wasn't looking
at her.
"I was just about to put some cookies in the oven." Her mother said.
"Mother, maybe I should show Harry my room." Hermione said finally looking
up.
"Very well," her mother replied curtly.
"Come on," Hermione said looking at Harry. He followed her the whole way up the stairs until they came to a large oak door with a crystal handle.
She opened the door and he was amazed at the site he saw before him.
"This is actually the library. We're remodeling my room so we moved a bed
into here and this is where we have to sleep." She said confirming his
thought.
"Wow, I'll bet you have more books than Hogwarts." He said looking around
and walking through the tall shelves.
"Are you impressed?" She asked him talking through the bookshelf.
"Yeah," He replied looking around the edge.
"Really?"
"No,"
"You're funny."
"I am, am I?"
"Yes, you are."
"Do you think this is funny?" He asked as he walked toward her. He then leant forward as if to kiss her. But as his face got closer to hers, he began tickling her furiously. She began to squeal as they fell onto the
hard floor with a loud "Oof".
Harry could hear her saying, "Stop, mother will think we're up to
something."
He stopped abruptly. Then said, "But we're not."
"My mother isn't exactly the most trusting person. She thinks I'm just another whore with her corner opened all the time. That's what everyone
thinks." She said slowly getting up.
"Why does everyone think that?"
"One of my ex-boyfriends said that we, well, you know, had sex. And get this I was only thirteen. Like I could have sex with a fifteen year old."
"You mean he said that when we were only in third year?"
"Actually, he said it during the summer after second year. You see I'm a
year older than you and Ronniekins. I was born on September 19, 1979. I'm one year older than you. I had to wait a year longer than you did to go to Hogwarts because of my birthday. My birthday is after we go back to Hogwarts. So if I would have went a year earlier than I would have been
younger than everyone else. And I would have been ten which is against
school policy." She said proudly.
"You don't seem older. Especially because of your height. And a lot of the girls your age are a lot heavier." Harry said as he easily lifted her
into the air.
"Be careful with my back."
"Why?"
"I'll tell you when I'm ready."
"Oh, right."
"And don't mind my mother. She's normally this flirtatious with my friends
that are, well, boys, but you're not a boy are you?"
"I don't know. What do you think."
"Well, I personally think that you're a boy trapped inside a mans body.
And who knows, maybe I can free that boy."
"I think you have."
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They never did go downstairs until later. They stayed upstairs looking at old pictures of when they were all happy. Then Hermione pulled out an old picture of the time Harry was dating his crush, Cho Chang. She quickly put it back but Harry protested and got the picture back out. He noticed that
while he looked at the moving picture Hermione was either turned a
different way or looking at her feet.
"Hermione, if you don't want to look at this picture anymore then I'll put
it away." Harry said almost in a whisper.
"I just remember how I felt when, you know, you were dating Cho. I mean, look, I was even more distant than usual." She said not looking up from her
feet.
"Hermione, look at me." He said lifting up her chin so their faces were
level.
"What?" Hermione said with the sound of despair in her voice.
"You're the only real woman that means anything to me; the only woman in my
eyes. You're my best friend. Okay, so you're my best friend that's a
girl, and a beautiful one at that."
"Harry, I- "
"Ssh, don't say anything. I don't want to hear your little protest."
"But I have to tell you something."
"What?"
"I forgot to tell you earlier. I'm Head Girl this year. I also got a letter saying that there was a transfer student coming this year and I have to help them get settled in. So, our trio might become a quartet. I hope
it's a girl who doesn't like quidditch."
"Why?"
"I hate quidditch."
"Hate is such a strong word."
"I don't care."
Just then they heard her mother yell, "Hermione, dear, Miranda is here."
"Okay, mother." Hermione bellowed back. Then they bounded down the wide
stairs.
"Miranda, what are you doing here?" Hermione asked looking at a young woman. She had long black hair, which was tied into a braid straight down
her back.
"Oh, I-Who's that?" Miranda asked brows furrowed looking straight at Harry.
"Oh, I'm sorry. This is Harry Potter, my boyfriend. Harry, honey, this is
Miranda, Miranda Swirvinife."
"It really is a pleasure. So you're Harry Potter. Wow, it's just that
you're famous around here."
"Really?" Harry asked looking back at Hermione, but she was looking at
Miranda.
"Yes, actually, Hermione has told us all about you. She's always said that you were just her best friend; well she actually said that you were one of her only friends at the boarding school. Hermione, where exactly is this
boarding school again?"
"It's in Scotland. So, why did you want to see me?"
"You remember about that thing tonight?"
"Right, that thing? That's tonight?"
"What thing?" Harry asked.
"Oh, sorry, there's a benefit tonight for, um, well we do something like community service and we have a benefit tonight for our group against child
abuse." Hermione explained.
"Oh, well we can go." Harry said.
Do you have a tuxedo?" Hermione asked Harry.
"No,"
"Then we can't go."
"I'm sure I can borrow one of your father's tuxes."
"Didn't you tell him?" Miranda asked.
"Tell me what?" Harry asked.
"I really don't want you wearing one of my father's tuxedos because my
father died almost a year ago." Hermione explained.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, I have a step father."
"Then I'm sure I can borrow one of his."
"If it fits."
"Then, Hermione, when you two figure this out call me, bye." Miranda said
in a rush and left.
"Come on." Hermione said leading him back upstairs to another oak door.
The room was magnificent. It was painted forest green, had a large bed against the wall with green sheets, many plants and paintings and a large
oak dresser. There were also two doors on opposite sides of a wall. Hermione walked over to the door on the right and opened it to find dresses
and tuxedos.
"Here," She said taking out a black tuxedo with a white shirt and a black neck tie, "That should fit you. Just go in there to make sure it fits."
She said now pointing to the door to their left.
"Thanks," Harry said smiling as he went into the bathroom.
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Hermione lay on the soft bed while Harry changed. As soon as he walked
out, she knew it fit him perfectly.
"Well, how do I look?" Harry asked looking down at his body.
"Wow, you look great." Hermione said.
"What are you going to wear?" He asked.
"You'll have to wait." She replied.
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About an hour later, Hermione decided to call Miranda to tell her that her
and Harry were going to the benefit.
"Listen, Harry, this may sound a bit stupid but, I don't want you to see me
until we get to the benefit." Hermione said.
"Why?" Harry asked in reply.
"It's because I'm going to look a lot different tonight and I only want my
mother to see me before the benefit." She replied.
"I still don't get it."
"You will when you see me."
"Who will take me?"
"My father and my mother is going to take me."
"Oh,"
"Now scram, I have to get ready."
After Harry left, Hermione went into the bathroom where her mother was
waiting.
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About an hour later, Harry was sitting on the sofa in Hermione's living room, when he heard a loud scream coming from upstairs. He ran to the room
that the screaming came from. He knocked and said, "Hermione, are you
okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." He heard her say through the door.
"Okay, well, your father said that he wanted to leave now so I guess I'll
see you there."
"Okay,"
"Bye,"
"Good-bye,"
Harry went back downstairs to see a tall man standing in front of him. The
man had wavy, brown hair.
"Are you ready to go?" He said. His voice was low and gruff.
"Yes, I'm ready." Harry replied.
They went outside and got into an unfamiliar car. The drive was silent and
it seemed to last forever. They finally pulled up to a large blue
building.
"You and Hermione will drive home. My wife will bring her car. Have fun,"
And with that he drove off.
When Harry walked in, it was like being in a dream. Everything was in blue and white. There were rose petals everywhere but somehow it smelled like
lilacs. He then spotted Miranda in a corner and decided to walk over.
"Miranda," He called. He obviously scared her because she suddenly jumped.
"Hi, Harry." She replied.
"Do you know if Hermione is here yet?" He asked.
"She's over by the front doors." She answered. Harry slowly turned his
head and saw a young girl with shoulder-length, curly, black hair. Her dress was an ivory color, with beads, sequins in an elegant design. The dress also had quite a large skirt to it and a long one, at that. When he
got there he knew that this girl could not be Hermione.
"Excuse my rudeness, but, who are you?" He asked this mysterious girl.
"Don't you recognize me." She replied. When he shook his head all she said
was, "It's Hermione."
"No, you can't be Hermione. She has hair to her shoulders and it's bushy
and brown."
"Well, now I know what you thought of my hair."
"Oh my gosh, it is you." He said before lifting her into the air and
swinging her around, while her arms were wrapped around his neck and
lowered her back to the floor.
As she looked into his deep emerald eyes, Hermione it felt as though he
was letting all of his emotions at that moment. She was sure that she loved him. At that moment, Harry knew that he loved her and would always
love her but could he ever tell her.
Authors Note: Sorry I haven't been writing at all lately. I've had a lot going on. I've had to write a paper for school. And not to mention the fact that I love my friend but he loves my rival and was going out with her but good relationships never last. I'll try to make this as long as possible!! Now, on with the story!
Chapter Two: Meeting The Grangers?
Soon they were driving down the road in Hermione's little convertible. She noticed that he was quite silent, so she decided to speak first.
"Well you have certainly changed a lot." Hermione said, not taking her eyes
off of the road.
"Yeah, I know. You've changed a lot, too." He replied.
"I haven't changed that much."
"Are you mad?! Every thing about you has changed."
"Not everything,"
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing. I was talking to myself."
"Are you okay?"
"I don't know. If I faint, can you drive?"
"No, I don't know how."
"I think I'm gonna pass out." Hermione said, beginning to breathe heavily. She pulled the car over to the shoulder of the road sharply. She began to
take short, sharp breaths, her chest moving up and down very fast. She threw her head against the seat dangerously. Before she knew it, all she
could see was black.
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Harry had no idea of what to do. Hermione had just passed out and he knew that if she didn't wake up, she could go into a comma. He sat there for a
few minutes. Then he got an idea but she might get angry with him. He
didn't care; all he cared about at that moment was her. Just as he was going to perform CPR he thought he heard someone screaming, "You love her" in his ears, but he just shook the feeling off. He tilted her head back, plugged her nose, put his mouth over hers, and began exhale deeply. Before
he knew it, her eyes had shot open.
"What happened?" She asked with a hoarse voice.
"You fainted and I woke you up." Harry replied.
She pulled off of the shoulder of the road as sharply as she had come. Once they were back on the road again, Hermione said, "We have to stop at
my house before we go anywhere."
"Alright" he said absentmindedly.
"You see, my mother would like to meet you." She said looking at him
through the corner of her eye, "She won't be disappointed."
"Was that a compliment, Miss Granger?"
"Actually, yes it was."
"Well then, thank you."
"You're welcome. Now it's your turn."
"Huh?"
"It's your turn to give me a compliment."
"Right, um, well, there's a thousand I could think of."
"Well, could you maybe tell me one of those?"
"I could, if I wanted to."
"Don't you want to?"
"Yes,"
"Well, what is it?"
"Let me see, you're as lovely as ever. I've never seen you so dazzling.
And, well, you're a wonderful person, Hermione."
"Why thank you."
"You're quite welcome."
A few minutes later, they were going through, what looked like a turnpike. He realized that Hermione's family must live in a country club. Hermione then took out a little plastic card with a barcode on the edge, swiped it
and typed in a few numbers on the keypad. They passed a few houses and driveways with flowers and topiaries in front; this was clearly a country club. Finally, after about another minute of driving, she finally pulled
into a long wide driveway with lilacs bordering the sides.
"This is home," She said as she turned off the ignition.
"It looks nice." He said staring up at the large home. Is this really
where Hermione grew up, he thought to himself.
"You'll want to meet my mother. She always has something in the oven." She
said as they made their way into the large foyer.
"Hermione, dear, is that you?" He heard a loud but polite voice say.
"Yes, mother. It's me and Harry." Hermione bellowed back.
"Then come on in" Her mother replied.
When they walked into the large living room, Harry thought he smelled
cinnamon. There were many paintings and knick-knacks hanging from the walls. He also noticed that there were several plants in just this room.
"Harry, dear, wonderful to meet you." Said a young woman with long, blond,
straight hair.
"Harry, this is my mother." Hermione said in a low voice, looking at her
small feet.
"Oh, nice to meet you." Harry said to her mother though he wasn't looking
at her.
"I was just about to put some cookies in the oven." Her mother said.
"Mother, maybe I should show Harry my room." Hermione said finally looking
up.
"Very well," her mother replied curtly.
"Come on," Hermione said looking at Harry. He followed her the whole way up the stairs until they came to a large oak door with a crystal handle.
She opened the door and he was amazed at the site he saw before him.
"This is actually the library. We're remodeling my room so we moved a bed
into here and this is where we have to sleep." She said confirming his
thought.
"Wow, I'll bet you have more books than Hogwarts." He said looking around
and walking through the tall shelves.
"Are you impressed?" She asked him talking through the bookshelf.
"Yeah," He replied looking around the edge.
"Really?"
"No,"
"You're funny."
"I am, am I?"
"Yes, you are."
"Do you think this is funny?" He asked as he walked toward her. He then leant forward as if to kiss her. But as his face got closer to hers, he began tickling her furiously. She began to squeal as they fell onto the
hard floor with a loud "Oof".
Harry could hear her saying, "Stop, mother will think we're up to
something."
He stopped abruptly. Then said, "But we're not."
"My mother isn't exactly the most trusting person. She thinks I'm just another whore with her corner opened all the time. That's what everyone
thinks." She said slowly getting up.
"Why does everyone think that?"
"One of my ex-boyfriends said that we, well, you know, had sex. And get this I was only thirteen. Like I could have sex with a fifteen year old."
"You mean he said that when we were only in third year?"
"Actually, he said it during the summer after second year. You see I'm a
year older than you and Ronniekins. I was born on September 19, 1979. I'm one year older than you. I had to wait a year longer than you did to go to Hogwarts because of my birthday. My birthday is after we go back to Hogwarts. So if I would have went a year earlier than I would have been
younger than everyone else. And I would have been ten which is against
school policy." She said proudly.
"You don't seem older. Especially because of your height. And a lot of the girls your age are a lot heavier." Harry said as he easily lifted her
into the air.
"Be careful with my back."
"Why?"
"I'll tell you when I'm ready."
"Oh, right."
"And don't mind my mother. She's normally this flirtatious with my friends
that are, well, boys, but you're not a boy are you?"
"I don't know. What do you think."
"Well, I personally think that you're a boy trapped inside a mans body.
And who knows, maybe I can free that boy."
"I think you have."
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They never did go downstairs until later. They stayed upstairs looking at old pictures of when they were all happy. Then Hermione pulled out an old picture of the time Harry was dating his crush, Cho Chang. She quickly put it back but Harry protested and got the picture back out. He noticed that
while he looked at the moving picture Hermione was either turned a
different way or looking at her feet.
"Hermione, if you don't want to look at this picture anymore then I'll put
it away." Harry said almost in a whisper.
"I just remember how I felt when, you know, you were dating Cho. I mean, look, I was even more distant than usual." She said not looking up from her
feet.
"Hermione, look at me." He said lifting up her chin so their faces were
level.
"What?" Hermione said with the sound of despair in her voice.
"You're the only real woman that means anything to me; the only woman in my
eyes. You're my best friend. Okay, so you're my best friend that's a
girl, and a beautiful one at that."
"Harry, I- "
"Ssh, don't say anything. I don't want to hear your little protest."
"But I have to tell you something."
"What?"
"I forgot to tell you earlier. I'm Head Girl this year. I also got a letter saying that there was a transfer student coming this year and I have to help them get settled in. So, our trio might become a quartet. I hope
it's a girl who doesn't like quidditch."
"Why?"
"I hate quidditch."
"Hate is such a strong word."
"I don't care."
Just then they heard her mother yell, "Hermione, dear, Miranda is here."
"Okay, mother." Hermione bellowed back. Then they bounded down the wide
stairs.
"Miranda, what are you doing here?" Hermione asked looking at a young woman. She had long black hair, which was tied into a braid straight down
her back.
"Oh, I-Who's that?" Miranda asked brows furrowed looking straight at Harry.
"Oh, I'm sorry. This is Harry Potter, my boyfriend. Harry, honey, this is
Miranda, Miranda Swirvinife."
"It really is a pleasure. So you're Harry Potter. Wow, it's just that
you're famous around here."
"Really?" Harry asked looking back at Hermione, but she was looking at
Miranda.
"Yes, actually, Hermione has told us all about you. She's always said that you were just her best friend; well she actually said that you were one of her only friends at the boarding school. Hermione, where exactly is this
boarding school again?"
"It's in Scotland. So, why did you want to see me?"
"You remember about that thing tonight?"
"Right, that thing? That's tonight?"
"What thing?" Harry asked.
"Oh, sorry, there's a benefit tonight for, um, well we do something like community service and we have a benefit tonight for our group against child
abuse." Hermione explained.
"Oh, well we can go." Harry said.
Do you have a tuxedo?" Hermione asked Harry.
"No,"
"Then we can't go."
"I'm sure I can borrow one of your father's tuxes."
"Didn't you tell him?" Miranda asked.
"Tell me what?" Harry asked.
"I really don't want you wearing one of my father's tuxedos because my
father died almost a year ago." Hermione explained.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, I have a step father."
"Then I'm sure I can borrow one of his."
"If it fits."
"Then, Hermione, when you two figure this out call me, bye." Miranda said
in a rush and left.
"Come on." Hermione said leading him back upstairs to another oak door.
The room was magnificent. It was painted forest green, had a large bed against the wall with green sheets, many plants and paintings and a large
oak dresser. There were also two doors on opposite sides of a wall. Hermione walked over to the door on the right and opened it to find dresses
and tuxedos.
"Here," She said taking out a black tuxedo with a white shirt and a black neck tie, "That should fit you. Just go in there to make sure it fits."
She said now pointing to the door to their left.
"Thanks," Harry said smiling as he went into the bathroom.
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Hermione lay on the soft bed while Harry changed. As soon as he walked
out, she knew it fit him perfectly.
"Well, how do I look?" Harry asked looking down at his body.
"Wow, you look great." Hermione said.
"What are you going to wear?" He asked.
"You'll have to wait." She replied.
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About an hour later, Hermione decided to call Miranda to tell her that her
and Harry were going to the benefit.
"Listen, Harry, this may sound a bit stupid but, I don't want you to see me
until we get to the benefit." Hermione said.
"Why?" Harry asked in reply.
"It's because I'm going to look a lot different tonight and I only want my
mother to see me before the benefit." She replied.
"I still don't get it."
"You will when you see me."
"Who will take me?"
"My father and my mother is going to take me."
"Oh,"
"Now scram, I have to get ready."
After Harry left, Hermione went into the bathroom where her mother was
waiting.
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About an hour later, Harry was sitting on the sofa in Hermione's living room, when he heard a loud scream coming from upstairs. He ran to the room
that the screaming came from. He knocked and said, "Hermione, are you
okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." He heard her say through the door.
"Okay, well, your father said that he wanted to leave now so I guess I'll
see you there."
"Okay,"
"Bye,"
"Good-bye,"
Harry went back downstairs to see a tall man standing in front of him. The
man had wavy, brown hair.
"Are you ready to go?" He said. His voice was low and gruff.
"Yes, I'm ready." Harry replied.
They went outside and got into an unfamiliar car. The drive was silent and
it seemed to last forever. They finally pulled up to a large blue
building.
"You and Hermione will drive home. My wife will bring her car. Have fun,"
And with that he drove off.
When Harry walked in, it was like being in a dream. Everything was in blue and white. There were rose petals everywhere but somehow it smelled like
lilacs. He then spotted Miranda in a corner and decided to walk over.
"Miranda," He called. He obviously scared her because she suddenly jumped.
"Hi, Harry." She replied.
"Do you know if Hermione is here yet?" He asked.
"She's over by the front doors." She answered. Harry slowly turned his
head and saw a young girl with shoulder-length, curly, black hair. Her dress was an ivory color, with beads, sequins in an elegant design. The dress also had quite a large skirt to it and a long one, at that. When he
got there he knew that this girl could not be Hermione.
"Excuse my rudeness, but, who are you?" He asked this mysterious girl.
"Don't you recognize me." She replied. When he shook his head all she said
was, "It's Hermione."
"No, you can't be Hermione. She has hair to her shoulders and it's bushy
and brown."
"Well, now I know what you thought of my hair."
"Oh my gosh, it is you." He said before lifting her into the air and
swinging her around, while her arms were wrapped around his neck and
lowered her back to the floor.
As she looked into his deep emerald eyes, Hermione it felt as though he
was letting all of his emotions at that moment. She was sure that she loved him. At that moment, Harry knew that he loved her and would always
love her but could he ever tell her.
