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From the first time she laid eyes on him Hermione had known Harry was different. She spent the first few years at Hogwarts convincing herself that he was the same as everyone else and that she could never think of him like that but her short-lived relationship with Ron earlier in their 6th year had left no doubt in her mind that it was Harry she was meant to be with.

She had always been too shy and scared of rejection to say anything. Why would someone like Harry ever think of her that way? She felt geeky and awkward just being friends with him as if she wasn't worthy of it and never could be. She was nowhere near his league and even talking to her must embarrass him.

How could she possibly know that Harry felt the exact same way? Ever since he set eyes on her he had thought she was amazing and could never get her out of his head. When she had been with Ron he had felt extremely jealous and betrayed even though he had never told anyone about his feelings for her. He had just spent all his time trying to find ways to talk to her and build up the courage to tell her how he felt. He knew she probably didn't feel the same but he had to tell her and find out if there ever could be a chance for him to be totally happy because of her.

The night of their Christmas dance came and Harry knew it was now or never. Hermione was suspicious that he had found out and was planning to embarrass her. She had never been this nervous in her entire life. They were both close to throwing up with nerves but as soon as they saw each other that night they knew what was going to happen. They slowly walked towards each other and began talking. They weren't talking about anything of any meaning but they both knew that this conversation could change their life or at least the next few years of it. Everyone could see that it was finally happening and although neither of them noticed they didn't talk to one other person that night.

A slow song came on and before Harry had even got up the courage to ask her to dance Hermione had her arms around him. It felt so right. They both realised that years of doubt and pain had been false and had come to and end. They didn't have to ask each other to know that they meant the world to each other and that they were now going to be there for each other no matter what happened.

It seemed to both of them as if their lives had fallen into place. Everything that had made their lives seem unbearable was now easy to deal with because they knew they had each other to help them through. Finally they had found the one thing that perfected their existence. Every minute, every hour and every second of their energy and being was devoted to each other. The entire year was bliss. They spent the long afternoons walking the ground or just doing nothing together. Even the ridiculous amount of work they had didn't seem bad because they had each other to do it with. It seemed that nothing could tear them apart.