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A/N: Hello, all! I expect I'll finish this story much faster than any of my others. It's only going to be seven chapters long, each considerably shorter than some of my normal chapter sizes. In fact, really short. It will be a series of snapshots of moments in Harry's life, one from each Valentine's Day he spends at Hogwarts. This idea was borrowed from "polka spots", who did a similar thing only with Lily Evans, and it wasn't just on Valentine's Day in hers. Go check out her story, it's awesome!

A note – I won't be using direct quotes from the books for snapshots of years one through five, I'll be making up the moments. Firstly, that would be plagiarism, and secondly, no fun. Enjoy:)

SNAPSHOT – FIRST YEAR

"Please, Hermione. Come on."

"No."

"It's just one essay."

"I told you once, I told you twice, I told you a thousand times, no!" Hermione glared at Harry from over the top of the ancient and immense book she was reading. He had been bugging her persistently for the past half hour or so to let him copy her Transfiguration essay. It would probably be easier than he was making it out to be, but he'd already just finished three other assignments from different classes as well. He wanted to sleep. His head flopped forward and thunked on the table.

"It's too hard."

"Rubbish," Hermione snapped crossly. "I finished mine before you even started your homework. Just get it done!"

"Bother. I don't want to. I mean, I can't. Please, just this once? I'll never ask you for your homework again, promise."

"Load of old tosh."

She rolled her eyes and propped the book vertically up on the table, closing herself off from Harry, who sighed. "I'm all worn out from Quidditch, and I've done everything else. Please? Please? Please, please please please?"

All he got in reply was a growl. Shaking his head, Harry put away his quill and inkwell, and rolled up the parchment he was going to write on. He got up, stretched and yawned, then gathered up his schoolbooks and slung them into his bag, trudging away in the direction of the boys' dormitories. After he was up two steps on the stairs, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Oh, here," Hermione said impatiently, and handed him a scroll of parchment. He unrolled a little bit and looked at the heading – 'Transfiguration Essay On The Subject Of Pins And Needles', it read. He glanced up at his friend, who had her hands on her hips. "If you spill one drop of ink on it, I'll hex you. And don't copy it word for word, then Professor McGonagall will know you did. Get it back to me by tomorrow morning." With that, she stomped back to her table and picked up the giant book. Harry felt a wide grin spread on his face.

"Thanks, Hermione!" he called, and she raised a hand but didn't turn around. Harry fairly skipped up the winding stone staircase to his dormitory, and proceeded to carefully copy Hermione's essay.

Downstairs in the common room, the corners of her mouth twitched as she thought of his eager face when she handed him the essay she'd finished yesterday. Silly Harry, she thought, shaking her head.

"Oi, Hermione!" came Ron's voice from the portrait hole, which he'd just stepped through. She looked up resignedly.

"What?"

"Can I borrow your Transfiguration essay?"

"No."

"Why not?" Ron whined. "Come on, it's just once!"

"Harry's got it."

"Why d'you always let Harry copy your notes!"

"Because he doesn't ask as often as you do, Ron, now go away, I'm trying to read," Hermione huffed, and Ron thumped up the stairs moodily. She almost – almost – laughed when she imagined her two friends huddled on the dormitory floor over her essay, both trying to read and copy it at the same time.

The next morning she was the first one in Gryffindor Tower awake again. When she reached the common room, already fully dressed, she nearly stepped on her essay, lying on the floor at the foot of the stairs. There was something attached to it; she picked it up and looked at the tiny, scrawled note.

Thanks for letting me use your essay. I didn't copy word for word. Harry.

PS - Happy Valentine's Day.

Hermione laughed and shook her head. She'd almost forgotten what day it was. As she unrolled the parchment to check it, she rolled her eyes at a splotch of ink in one corner. Boys.