If tomorrow never comes
I would want just one wish
To kiss your quiet mouth
And trace your steps my fingertips

And it's you
The light changes when you're in the room
And it's you
Oh, it's you
-It's You, Michelle Branch

(A/N: Please see Chapter 1 for disclaimer in full. It's not mine!)


Getting to Know You and Life Changing Decisions


Harry had been home for three weeks now, and they had been inseparable. They had spent hours in front of the fire talking about everything they had been through in the past three years. Harry told Hermione all about how he had defeated Voldemort, and Hermione told Harry about how she worried so much about him that she hadn't slept soundly for the past three years. After many hours of intense discussion, it felt like getting to know each other again. All of the feelings they had so recently discovered before his untimely departure were coming back, stronger than ever. Hermione knew in her heart that Harry was the only one for her. She knew he loved her. He told her every day, but did he feel as strongly for her as she did for him?
Harry asked, looking at her vacant expression with worry in his eyes, are you all right?
she answered, coming out of her thoughtful dream world. I was just thinking.
What were you thinking about? Harry asked, holding her more tightly to him.
Just about you, she began, and how much I love you. She looked up at him and smiled. Leaning up and kissing him softly, she tried to pour all of her love for him into that kiss. She assumed he felt what she was trying to say with her lips because he swiftly repositioned her so she was on his lap and deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth and holding her tightly, one hand on her waist, holding her in position on his lap, and the other tangled in her hair. A few moments later, Harry stopped.
What is it? Hermione asked, worry evident in her expression.
There's something I need to talk to you about, he began, looking more serious than she had ever seen him be. You know that I love you, right? Harry looked into her eyes, waiting for her response.
Yes, of course, Harry, and I love you, too. Is everything okay? She answered quickly, worried about what he was going to say.
Good. I just wanted to tell you something, and it is really hard for me to say as I'm not very good at things like this, but I'll be able to get through it a bit better if you don't interrupt, so wait until I'm done to comment, all right? When he saw her nod her agreement, he continued, These past three weeks with you have been heaven for me. I have never felt so loved by anyone. Well, you know what it has been like for me in the past, so I'm sure you can see why. Realising my love for you has been one of the hardest, yet easiest things I have ever done. It's one of those things that is in front of you for a long time, only you are too blind to see it at first. You had been my friend for seven years, well five when I first began to realise my feelings for you, but we were friends. Friends just don't feel that way about each other. I was scared. Not because I didn't understand the feelings. I knew I loved you like I knew my name, but I was afraid you wouldn't feel the same way. On Graduation Day when I finally gathered up all of the Gryffindor Courage I possess to tell you how I felt, I don't think anything could compare to the feeling I had when you told me you felt the same way. I finally had you, only to have to leave again a few days later. You are what kept me alive when I was away. When I was fighting Voldemort and wanted to give up, thoughts of you and my love for you is what kept me going. When I wanted to die from the pain, I knew it was nothing compared to the pain I would feel if I never was able to see your beautiful face again. Throughout everything, Hermione, it was you. Right now, It's you, and forever, it will always be you. Hermione Anne Granger, the sun rises when you wake, and the world ceases to exist when you are not in my presence. You make me want to be a better man. Without you, I am nothing. I want you to be the first thing I see in the morning when I wake up, and the last thing I see before I go to sleep at night. I want to have children with you. I want you to be the family I never had. Well, I want to make it legal, anyway. You have always been my family, Hermione, and I would be honored if you would marry me. Hermione, please tell me you'll be my wife?
Hermione had been listening carefully to every word Harry said. She had been so touched by everything he said, she almost missed the most important part. She was still looking at him thoughtfully and lovingly when he asked her again.
Harry asked, almost impatiently.
Hermione came out of her thoughts and looked at him. He had readjusted so he was in front of her and he was holding a ring out to her, question, love, and doubt in his eyes.
It was then that Hermione registered the question he asked her.
Of course I'll marry you, Harry! She lunged forward and hugged him tightly, kissing him soundly. When they broke apart, Harry slipped the ring on her finger, grinning wildly.
We're getting married! Harry exclaimed, jumping up off the sofa and bringing Hermione up with him, dancing with her around the room.