Harry's P.O.V

This is a story about my life. How I came to be who I am. How I came to be The Boy Who Lived

Noone knows how I survived the one curse that had killed so many lives. Some innocent, some guilty, but it shouldn't be used on anyone unless they truly deserve it. I'm not going to tell you how my life was before I came to Hogwarts. I'll start here. The day I met my two best friends, and the person I fell in love with not to long ago.

Normal P.O.V

Harry leaned back and stared at the sentences he just wrote. Hermione told him that he should write a book about his life. That way people wouldn't get the wrong idea about him, by reading the Daily Prophets version of it all. So he decided to start one now.

"Harry?" There was a knock on his bedroom door. Ever since Sirius died he had lived in his old house. The Weasley's, Ron, and Hermione came to stay with him every summer so he wouldn't be lonesome. Sometimes Fred and George stopped by, but it was actually just Ron, Ginny, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Hermione. He walked down the lonely corridors everyday, thinking about his Godfather, and hoping that maybe it had all been a dream. A never ending dream that he would soon wake from. But it wasn't. The door opened and Hermione entered.

"Hey Hermione." He rolled up the parchment and tucked it in his trunk.

"What are you doing?" She smiled at him and sat on the end of his bed.

"Taking advice from you." He said, grinning. " Thinking about what I'm going to put in the story of my life." Hermione beamed.

"Is that what you were trying to hide from me?" She giggled. As much as Hermione wanted it to be true, she wasn't the one he fell in love with. He loved Hermione, but not in a "I want to kiss you, hold you, and never let you go" way. He could easily go out with her, if he wasn't caught up in thinking about that one person. He couldn't tell anyone about his secret crush, because if he did, who knows how many more enemies he would get. Harry was completly oblivious to the fact that Hermione was leaning closer and closer to him, hoping for maybe a kiss from the boy she's loved for so long.

" Yea, it was." He said, coming back to earth. " I don't want anyone to see it just yet. I want to finish it first, or atleast get it started better than it already is." She nodded.

"That's okay." She said, smiling. She obviously felt extremely brave, because at that moment she leaned forward, and pressed her lips to Harry's. Harry was so taken aback that his brain couldn't tell him what to do. He just sat there letting her kiss him. She pulled away slowly and looked into his eyes, wondering if whether or not she did a good thing.

"Wow," He whispered. She sighed in relief.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to, I just..." Harry looked over at her. She was blushing, and looking anywhere but at him. He felt bad for not kissing her back, so that's what he did. He leaned in and kissed her, and she leaned into it.

Harry's P.O.V

I really didn't know what was happening. All those times we were together, she never showed signs that she liked me, but now, I'm kissing her. I know I shouldn't be doing this, because I still love him. Yes, him. Draco Malfoy is on my mind day and night, and now I'm kissing my best friend, and enjoying it.

I decided to break the kiss, and see what was going to happen. Hermione smiled at me, blushing a deep crimson.

"Wow," It was her turn to be surprised. "Harry.." She was lost for words, for once in her life.

" Hermione. I like you and all, but you're just my friend, nothing more." I said quickly before things got out of hand. Hermione continued to smile.

" I know, Harry." I looked at her curiously. " I know why you can't like me more than a friend." My heart was pounding. She knew? "I hear you talk about it in you're sleep. You like Draco." I covered her mouth quickly.

"Hermione, don't tell the whole world!" She stared at me, smiling. "How did you find out?" She pulled away from me and stood up looking at me in a professional manner.

" I told you. I heard it you're sleep. Plus, whenever you and Draco Malfoy had an arguement of some kind, you'd come back smiling and looking as though you had just won the biggest Quidditch match of the century." She shrugged. " It's quite obvious." I sighed, looking at my knees.

"You haven't told anyone have you?" I said desperately.

" Well, Ron pretty much figured it out, but he said that he wasn't going to jump to conclusions until he knew for sure, which means that you need to tell him."

Normal P.O.V

Harry gaped at her as though she were mad.

" Hermione, have you lost it. He'll never speak to me again!" He jumped to his feet and began to pace. " What did he say when he almost figured it out?"

"He thought you were mad," She said simply. " But he said that you are his best friend and that he wasn't going to judge you or hate you because of who or what you like." She grinned, as Harry glanced at her when she said 'who or what.'

"So, where is he now." Harry sighed with finality. "I'll tell him, and get it over with." The door opened and Ron appeared, staring at Harry.

"I heard, you don't have to tell me." He was grinning from ear to ear.