A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I'll try to check out all of your fics when I
have the time! Thanks for all the feedback and all of the ideas! The only
problem with them is the contradictions between one Idea and the next! So
I'm just going keep it how I intended! I know its been rushed, but I said
it was really just a big piece of fluff... with a trace of smut. ;) Well,
here it is, and keep reading and reviewing!
The One
Chapter Two
They both slept better than they ever had before that night, even though they were on a couch. This was the first time Harry could remember not tossing and turning all night in a long, long time. When Harry awoke, he couldn't help but smile at the memories of last night. Mere hours ago he and Hermione had become a couple. A couple. Harry and Hermione. It even sounds like a perfect fit. Speaking of perfect fits, he couldn't help but notice how perfectly they fitted together. They had their arms wrapped around each other, and were facing each other. She had her head nestled under his chin. It was like they were made for the soul purpose of finding each other.
Hermione began to stir in Harry's arms. Once she was awake she smiled and gave Harry a very chaste, but very sweet, kiss.
"Good morning, Love," he said, "Sleep well?"
"The best I have ever slept is in your arms. Just think, we will be able to do this for the rest of the summer."
"Do what exactly?"
"This," she made a sweeping motion with her hand, "You and me. Just hanging out and then falling asleep in each other's arms every night. It is what I have wanted for a long time... now, I finally get it." She smiled. "Well, what would you like to do today?"
"I want to spend the day with you," he said as he nuzzled her neck.
"Well, what would you like to do while spending the day with me?"
"What ever you like."
"Well then, lets go shower, and I'll meet you back here in about half of an hour."
"Sure," said Harry. They walked hand in hand up the stairs and into the hallway, and parted with a kiss after Hermione showed Harry his room and bathroom. After he washed up, Harry went down stairs to wait for Hermione. She came down about ten minutes later looking stunning, in Harry's opinion anyway. She was wearing some red, low-slung, stretchy pants, and a white hoodie. Her hair was in a sloppy ponytail, but it was still straighter than usual. He thought she looked amazing, even if she wasn't trying. No, especially since she wasn't trying.
"Wow, Hermione. You look... astounding," Harry told her, taking her in his arms and kissing the top of her head.
"Me? In this? With...? Harry, you are such a liar beca-"
"Shh," he said, holding a finger up to her lips. "Don't ever, ever think you are not gorgeous, because you are." She smiled at him and he kissed her gently and lovingly. He handled her so sweetly and with so much love she could hardly believe it is real. It was like one of dreams, and she had a lot of those, coming to reality. "Well," he said, "Do tell me what you had in mind for today, because I am dying to hear it."
"Well," she started, "I thought we could go have some lunch, seeing as we have missed dinner yesterday and breakfast this morning. Then just go around London. What do you say?"
"Sounds great, but where to for lunch?"
"I thought we could grab a slice of pizza."
"Sounds great. Want to go now?"
"Yes. Let's." Hermione took Harry's offered hand, and headed with him out of the door. Hermione's favorite pizza place was a little hole-in-the-wall type of place, and was just around the corner. When they got there, they both ordered pepperoni pizza, and sat down while they waited for it at their table. Harry was staring at her again. It was hard to believe that the woman in front of him was the same girl he met that day aboard the Hogwarts Express on the first day of school. She had grown into quiet a beautiful young lady, not that she wasn't cute before but now he couldn't even take his eyes off of her. Hermione was staring as well, thinking along the same lines as Harry. He had certainly grown up, but he still had his unruly hair and those stunning, mesmerizing, green eyes. She could stare into his eyes forever, just get lost in them. Their thoughts of each other were interrupted when their pizza got there.
"Wow Hermione, this looks great!" commented Harry before he took his first bite.
"Oh, it is! This is the best pizza in the world!" replied Hermione enthusiastically.
Harry was thinking about Hermione. Thinking about all of the people who caught on before they did. Everyone seemed to know when he thought back on it. Hell, ever Rita Skeeter knew! His thoughts suddenly went to Ron. What about Ron! How was he going to tell him? Hermione would know how to do it!
"Mione, how are we going to tell Ron?
"I was thinking about that too. I think we should tell him to his face. I don't know how he will feel about this, but I think it would be better to tell him to his face the next time we see him. He is going to come down for the day on your birthday. We could tell him then. Though, he has to leave later that day. I can't think of another time we will see him, so that's just what we will have to do," Hermione concluded. Harry nodded in agreement.
"Okay. We are going to tell him together though, right?" Harry asked.
"Of course. He needs to hear it from both of us. We also have to make sure he knows the trio is not going to be broken by this."
"Okay. My birthday then. It is a while till then though. July has only just begun."
"I know, but that will give us time to prepare." They finished eating in companionable silence, and when they finished they walked hand in hand to Hermione's house both thinking about the third member of the trio.
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A/N 2: I know it was short, but I wanted to post this now so you had something. The next chapter is very long, but I don't have enough reviews to post it yet! So review!
The One
Chapter Two
They both slept better than they ever had before that night, even though they were on a couch. This was the first time Harry could remember not tossing and turning all night in a long, long time. When Harry awoke, he couldn't help but smile at the memories of last night. Mere hours ago he and Hermione had become a couple. A couple. Harry and Hermione. It even sounds like a perfect fit. Speaking of perfect fits, he couldn't help but notice how perfectly they fitted together. They had their arms wrapped around each other, and were facing each other. She had her head nestled under his chin. It was like they were made for the soul purpose of finding each other.
Hermione began to stir in Harry's arms. Once she was awake she smiled and gave Harry a very chaste, but very sweet, kiss.
"Good morning, Love," he said, "Sleep well?"
"The best I have ever slept is in your arms. Just think, we will be able to do this for the rest of the summer."
"Do what exactly?"
"This," she made a sweeping motion with her hand, "You and me. Just hanging out and then falling asleep in each other's arms every night. It is what I have wanted for a long time... now, I finally get it." She smiled. "Well, what would you like to do today?"
"I want to spend the day with you," he said as he nuzzled her neck.
"Well, what would you like to do while spending the day with me?"
"What ever you like."
"Well then, lets go shower, and I'll meet you back here in about half of an hour."
"Sure," said Harry. They walked hand in hand up the stairs and into the hallway, and parted with a kiss after Hermione showed Harry his room and bathroom. After he washed up, Harry went down stairs to wait for Hermione. She came down about ten minutes later looking stunning, in Harry's opinion anyway. She was wearing some red, low-slung, stretchy pants, and a white hoodie. Her hair was in a sloppy ponytail, but it was still straighter than usual. He thought she looked amazing, even if she wasn't trying. No, especially since she wasn't trying.
"Wow, Hermione. You look... astounding," Harry told her, taking her in his arms and kissing the top of her head.
"Me? In this? With...? Harry, you are such a liar beca-"
"Shh," he said, holding a finger up to her lips. "Don't ever, ever think you are not gorgeous, because you are." She smiled at him and he kissed her gently and lovingly. He handled her so sweetly and with so much love she could hardly believe it is real. It was like one of dreams, and she had a lot of those, coming to reality. "Well," he said, "Do tell me what you had in mind for today, because I am dying to hear it."
"Well," she started, "I thought we could go have some lunch, seeing as we have missed dinner yesterday and breakfast this morning. Then just go around London. What do you say?"
"Sounds great, but where to for lunch?"
"I thought we could grab a slice of pizza."
"Sounds great. Want to go now?"
"Yes. Let's." Hermione took Harry's offered hand, and headed with him out of the door. Hermione's favorite pizza place was a little hole-in-the-wall type of place, and was just around the corner. When they got there, they both ordered pepperoni pizza, and sat down while they waited for it at their table. Harry was staring at her again. It was hard to believe that the woman in front of him was the same girl he met that day aboard the Hogwarts Express on the first day of school. She had grown into quiet a beautiful young lady, not that she wasn't cute before but now he couldn't even take his eyes off of her. Hermione was staring as well, thinking along the same lines as Harry. He had certainly grown up, but he still had his unruly hair and those stunning, mesmerizing, green eyes. She could stare into his eyes forever, just get lost in them. Their thoughts of each other were interrupted when their pizza got there.
"Wow Hermione, this looks great!" commented Harry before he took his first bite.
"Oh, it is! This is the best pizza in the world!" replied Hermione enthusiastically.
Harry was thinking about Hermione. Thinking about all of the people who caught on before they did. Everyone seemed to know when he thought back on it. Hell, ever Rita Skeeter knew! His thoughts suddenly went to Ron. What about Ron! How was he going to tell him? Hermione would know how to do it!
"Mione, how are we going to tell Ron?
"I was thinking about that too. I think we should tell him to his face. I don't know how he will feel about this, but I think it would be better to tell him to his face the next time we see him. He is going to come down for the day on your birthday. We could tell him then. Though, he has to leave later that day. I can't think of another time we will see him, so that's just what we will have to do," Hermione concluded. Harry nodded in agreement.
"Okay. We are going to tell him together though, right?" Harry asked.
"Of course. He needs to hear it from both of us. We also have to make sure he knows the trio is not going to be broken by this."
"Okay. My birthday then. It is a while till then though. July has only just begun."
"I know, but that will give us time to prepare." They finished eating in companionable silence, and when they finished they walked hand in hand to Hermione's house both thinking about the third member of the trio.
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A/N 2: I know it was short, but I wanted to post this now so you had something. The next chapter is very long, but I don't have enough reviews to post it yet! So review!