A/N: You guys got lucky: I had time to write ch.3 today. Well, I hope you liked ch.2; it took me awhile to write it. Remember, I Love Reviews! (Maybe I should put that on a t-shirt or something? ;P ) Well, peoples, please review, I think I changed it so there can be anonymous reviews too, if you aren't a member of the site, I'll check n if I didn't I will, so you have no excuse not to review! Now, here's your chapter three. N don't rush me for all the lil fluffy stuff that we know is on the way! It's coming! All in good time, now read ch.3!
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, do you think I would be sitting here writing this? No way, I'd be sitting on a cruise to Hawaii, by my brand new laptop writing this! So, in simpler terms, J.K. Rowling owns all the characters and most places used in the following fic. Not me. :'(
I Can't Forget You Again
By Moonelfgrl
Ch. 3
Harry carried the sleeping Hermione into the guest bedroom, and laid her carefully on the bed. He looked at her, her hair like a golden halo around her face, her eyes closed so lightly, her lips so small and delicate; she looked like an angel that had fallen straight out of heaven and landed right here, on his own guest bed. He smiled at the thought. The world be lucky indeed if heaven allowed their most beautiful angel to come down here and land on Harry Potter's bed.
You see Harry had a secret that he had never shared with anyone. When the war had finished and he, Hermione and Ron had all been placed in the hospital wing, Hermione had been in the worst condition. He and Ron had some pretty bad scratches and bruises, and had been unconscious, but Hermione had been near death. Harry had been the first to wake up, and when he saw Hermione lying there, cold and frail, Harry had looked at her, and known right then: this was it. This was the person, his true love. He had never told anyone how he felt when he looked at her, or about the butterflies that invaded his stomach when their hands brushed, or about how perfect she felt in his arms when he held her, so that he didn't want to let her go.
All that he had ever done was confirm the fact that they were all the best of friends, never anything more. But now, to see her sleeping there so peacefully, he couldn't help it. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips against hers. They felt so right together. He leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Always know: I love you."
As he closed the door quietly behind him, he decided that what he had just done was risky, but worth it.
Hermione laid quite still, her eyes closed so she wouldn't give herself away. She couldn't believe this; Harry was kissing her! But wait, he was about to say something.
"Always know: I love you." He whispered in her ear.
It was all she could do to keep herself from screaming in joy and throwing her arms around his neck, and kissing him forever and ever, never letting go. This all felt so right together: the way the curves of her lips fit perfectly in with his, the way he could hold her and make it seem like everything was perfect right here, and that no matter what was going on in the outside world, if she stayed here, snuggled in his arms forever, that he would protect her and never let those bad things near her.
She had never felt that way before. Out of all the boys she had known, none of them had ever made her feel that way. And she liked it. She liked that feeling that she got whenever they hugged, or when ever he said her name, but, by far, this kiss was the best thing yet. It had let her know that it wasn't just she, who felt for Harry, but also that Harry felt for her, and at the moment, it felt like the world was absolutely perfect.
The next morning, Hermione woke to the smell of bacon wafting through the cracks under the door. She walked into the kitchen to find Harry in an apron and chef's hat flipping over eggs and taking bacon off a frying pan. The coffee maker had a fresh, steamy pot under it, and it looked like Harry had set the table already too.
"Whoa! Looks like while I was being a sleepyhead, someone was busy!" she exclaimed.
Harry grinned. "You bet! Now fix your coffee the way you like it, and sit down, it's almost ready."
"Okay then."
Hermione put in her two tablespoons of sugar and cream until it was nice and light, then went to sit at the table. As Harry predicted, breakfast was ready soon, so a little while later they were sitting at the table, half done with their eggs and bacon.
Hermione decided to bring up the subject of the previous night, to see what Harry would say. "Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"I wanted to ask you about something?"
"Oh yeah? What?"
"I wanted to ask you about last night."
"What about it?"
"Well," it took Hermione every ounce of courage she had to say this, "you may have forgotten, but, you kissed me."
