Confessions.

Chapter 1.

AN...This isn't a song fic, but it's based on the song "Confessions", on Usher's album of the same name. Post Hogwarts. Again, I own nothing, not the song, not the characters...zip...except the plot.

Hermione was rifling through her wardrobe, randomly picking out clothes, turning her nose up, and flinging them onto the bed behind her, where Ginny was sitting.

"There must be something in there!" Ginny said, removing the pair of black trousers from her head, which Hermione had just flung on her.

"Ahah!" Hermione said, lifting out a slinky black dress and holding it against her. Ginny's face lit up.

"It's beautiful, Hermione!" She said.

Hermione examined it again. "Naah, too revealing." She said, before chucking it onto her bed. This went on for what seemed to be ages for Ginny.

"Too frumpy."

"Too white."

"Too red."

"Too slutty...is this mine?"

"Too red..."

"Too bridal."

"Too black!"

"Too green...hey, this is yours!" She said, chucking a green flowery top to Ginny.

"Too oriental."

"My Hogwarts robe?! I still have that?"

Ginny busied herself with tidying up the mess that was already on her bed, occasionally grabbing items from the air as they were flung at her. Ginny looked up, for she had noticed that the chucking of clothes had stopped.

"This is it!" Hermione said, grinning and running into the bathroom, which had a door linking it to her bedroom...she'd had her dad do that for her, so that it was "just like an en-suite", although it still had another door in the hall.

"Thanks for showing me." Ginny grumbled, as she set about putting Hermione's clothes back in the wardrobe. "I don't even know why she's bothering so much, it's just a date with Harry...and it's not like she's never been on one of them before! He's not going to care!" she moaned on to the empty room. Just as she was putting the last top in, the bathroom door opened, revealing a grinning Hermione.

"Oh my gosh Hermione, you look gorgeous, it's perfect!" She exclaimed, as Hermione done a twirl.

Hermione had fixed her hair to just a few loose curls at the bottom, with long silver drop earrings shining through. She was wearing a white dress, well, a top and skirt, which flattered her slim figure magnificently. The skirt went straight down her legs, flaring ever-so-slightly at the bottom, and the top was a simple strappy-top design, with thin little silver streams running through it, so that it shimmered in the light. There was a small silver chain on her neck, which Harry had bought her for Christmas in the last year of Hogwarts. The look was completed with a little light make up and a flowery perfume.

"Wow." Ginny exclaimed. "What's the occasion?"

"Well...nothing...but he is taking me to Rosabella's tonight..."

"OH MY GOD HERMIONE!" Ginny squealed. "That's like the most expensive, most romantic restaurant in town!"

"Yeah." Hermione grinned. "That's why I wanted to dress up a bit!"

"He must love you! You're so lucky!"

"Yeah, well, he'll be here soon to pick me up, so shoo!"

"Alright, I can tell when I'm not wanted." Ginny smiled, as Hermione ushered her to the fireplace in the living room of her apartment. "Remember to tell me how it goes!"

"I will, I will." Hermione said, hugging her friend goodbye. "And say congratulations to Ron for me!"

"I will. See ya!" Ginny said, before taking a handful of floo powder and saying her destination. And she was gone.

Hermione ran back upstairs and checked herself in the mirror a few more times and grabbed a light jacket and went into the living room to wait.

Sure enough, five minutes later, there was a soft knock at the door. Beaming, she opened it, to see Harry standing there in a black shirt and trousers. His jaw dropped when he saw her.

"Wow...you look amazing!" He breathed, and kissed her briefly on the cheek.

"So do you!" She smiled.

"Well, you coming? The table's booked for 7.30." He said, checking his watch.

"Yep!" She said, and shut the door, locking it behind her. They walked to the restaurant, which wasn't far from Hermione's. Harry told the waiter their reservation, and, smiling, the young man showed them to their table. The restaurant was beautiful, with candles on each table, and soft music playing in the background.

"Thank you." Hermione said, as they sat down and were given menus.

"What would you like to drink?" The waiter smiled at them.

"Um...a bottle of house white please." Harry said, and the waiter nodded and left.

"This is really beautiful!" Hermione said, looking about the restaurant.

"Well, so are you!" Harry smiled.

Soon the waiter returned with their wine and poured it into glasses, and took their order for their meals, which came not long after. They smiled at each other as they ate, and talked mainly about Ron's wedding, which was coming up soon.

"It's so great those two finally got together." Harry reminisced.

"Yeah." Hermione smiled at him, as the waiter took their plates away.

"Desert?" The waiter asked.

"No thanks, I'm full." Harry said. "Hermione?"

"No, I couldn't. Thank you." She said, as the waiter left again.

Harry pushed the candle to the side and took Hermione's hands in the centre of the table. "Well, there was a reason I asked you here tonight."

"Yeah...?" Hermione asked, heart fluttering.

"Well, we've been going out for nearly 3 years now...."

"Yeah." Hermione smiled.

"And, well...I want to ask you...if you'll move in with me." He finished, looking at her expectantly.

"Oh Harry! Yes!" She smiled, kissing him over the table. "Yes!"

"Good!" He smiled. "So...you wanna stay at mine tonight?"

"Sure!" She smiled.

Finishing the last of the wine, they got the bill, and paid, with a small tip. Hermione put her jacket over her arm as they walked out, arm-in-arm.

They turned into a small alleyway beside the restaurant and apparated to Harry's. He put the key in the lock and let them in. Harry's apartment was strangely quite tidy...for a guy's place, and it was larger than Hermione's. He took her jacket and hung it on the rack at the door. She turned to him and pushed him up against the door, kissing him deeply. He put his arms round her and ran them up her back. She pulled away and smiled at him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Wow." Harry breathed.

Giggling, Hermione walked into the open-plan living room and kitchen, and sat on the couch.

"Wanna watch a movie?" She asked, looking towards the television.

"Sure. What you wanna watch?" He said, joining her on the couch.

"Erm...Just something light...how about 'Grease'?" She suggested, presenting the video box.

"Sure." He grinned and sat back while she put it on. She came back to the couch and sat beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder as he put his arm around her.

They managed to watch the first half-hour before they were kissing again, and missed the rest of the movie.

"Oh, looks like it's finished." Hermione smiled, running her hands through his hair as the credits rolled up.

"Just glad I've seen it before." Harry laughed, kissing her again. "It's getting late. Coming to bed?"

"Okay." She smiled and followed him to his room.