Harry and Hermione were still locking lips in the mist of all of the insanity. Once they let go, Hermione took a deep breath, which seemed to leave Harry a little lightheaded. They both continued to hold on to each other, staring into each others eyes as shouts of anger and awe shot throughout the room.
"I really enjoy being around you," Hermione whispered.
"I really enjoy that too," Harry replied. The silence was broken with a few rounds of applause from spectators, namely from Gryffindor. Even a couple of smiles from staff members arose out of the sea of students. In the distance, Harry saw Ginny staring wildly at the two. Normally Ginny and Hermione got along, but this seemed as though Ginny might erupt at any second. The awkward situation was finally ended when McGonnagall summoned everyone to their Common Rooms, with Harry and Hermione locking hands all the way to the Fat Lady.
Harry and Hermione sat together in the big red chair, with Hermione laying on Harry's lap, as they tried to study for their exam on mysterious skulls shapes and sizes. Harry whispered in her ear, "You would think this class would be more entertaining." She looked up at him, smiling. "The only way to excite you Harry Potter, is to throw dragons and jinxes at you," she said. He looked down at her and said, "Or get a pretty seventh year to give me a big hug," he said kiddingly. They laughed, holding on to each other tightly. When everyone had retired but the two of them, Hermione looked at Harry. "Did you ever think in a million years, that we could ever be together like this?" she asked, staring at Harry. Harry looked at Hermione, who seemed a bit curious. He smiled. "I did, the moment I saw that smart first year answer every question in Flitwicks class," he said. She wrapped her arms around him, "Your so great," she said, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight," she said, walking up the stairs to the girls' dormitories. "Goodnight," he said softly, clutching his Ancient Runes book close to him. To think that Harry Potter was actually studying. When Harry finally went upstairs, he saw Dean and Ron waiting, big grins across both of their faces.
"Oh come off it, guys," Harry said to Ron, who was smiling the most.
"I knew it was gonna happen!" Ron whispered excitedly. "Dean knew too, didn't you?" he added.
"Ginny thought so from the get go, she told me so at Quidditch tryouts," he added, clutching his arm.
"I take it she hit you again," Ron added comically. Dean turned to him and spit out a tooth, which landed on Harry's robe.
"Worse," Dean mumbled.
Harry and Ron talked for a while after Dean fell asleep. Harry fixed up Dean's teeth, with a look of disgust on his face. Ginny seemed a little upset. "I wonder why she's being so mean to Dean," he said to Harry. "I think she's just mad at me and Hermione," Harry added. "I wouldn't worry about it, Harry. I'm really happy for you bud," Ron said, giving Harry a hug. "Trust me, if this didn't happen, I would be kicking you right now," he added, smiling at Harry. Harry had some of his happiest dreams that evening.
Christmas was always the same to Harry. For the past six years, he has always gotten a present from Mrs. Weasley, and this year, he got another sweater, one now for every day of the week. He also got some chocolate frogs, which all had Professor Dumbledore as the trading card. Harry sighed. But looking at it, he noticed the picture didn't move. "Must be a new edition or something," he said to Dean, who was busy opening his present. "Whoa, Ginny got me a new broomstick," he bellowed in the boy's room. Harry looked over. "Awesome, Dean," Harry said. He read the enscription on the broomstick. To my one and ONLY. Harry smiled and gave Dean a pat on the back. Walking downstairs, Harry saw Hermione waiting for him. It seemed she had something behind her back. "And what do I owe the pleasure, Miss Granger," he said, smiling. She held out a wrapped box, with a pretty bow on the top. "Is this for me?" he asked. "Yuppers," she said, smiling. "Here, I'll hold it while you open it." she added. When Harry opened it, he saw nothing but a hole on the bottom. Hermione stuck her head through the box, kissing Harry smack dab on the lips. After letting go she smiled. "Did you like your present?" she asked smiling. Harry smiled back. "I have your present, I just, ah, look Headmaster McGonnagall!" he exclaimed. She turned around, and he snatched the box from her and put it behind his back. "I got something for you," he said comically. She smiled, knowing what he had done, "Oh, really!" she said expectedly. He tossed the box aside and gave her a sweet kiss on the lips. "How was that present?" he said. "Best one I've gotten yet," she said. In the distance Ron was offering chocolate frogs for kisses.
As Harry was walking with Hermione along the grounds, playing around, watching other students laying around lazily in the grass. "Just think, the Senior Ball is only a few months away," she said, holding hands with Harry. "That one's the best, because they let us walk throughout Hogsmeade afterward," he said. "I guess it's like the Muggle's 'proms', I suppose," she added, and they walked along the grounds, hand in hand. Hermione told Harry that she had to grab her scarf, as Harry forgot his, so he sat down on a brick bench to wait for her. The crisp winter air made Harry smile. It felt even better when playing Quidditch. He just remembered Slytherin would be playing Gryffindor in a week! What made Harry even more at ease was that Slytherin caused no problems for Harry this year. Out of all of the years, why did they have to wait until the last one? he said to himself. As he contemplated, he felt someone grab his arm. He turned expecting Hermione, but instead, it was Luna.
"Oh, hi Luna," Harry said in an uneasy tone.
"Harry, could I ask you something?" she said, hopeful. She sat down beside him.
"Yea, what's up?" Harry asked. Luna looked at him.
"You gotta promise you won't laugh though okay?" she said in a warning sort of tone. Harry nodded.
"I kinda, have sort of a, well, crush, on someone," she said finally after a pause.
"Thats great," Harry said, relieved it was only that. "Do I know him?" he added.
"Yes, actually you do, and that's why I've come to you," she said. Harry nodded.
"Oh I get it, you want me to set you up with him, I can do that," he said. "What year is he in?" he added.
"Seventh," she said confidently. Harry nodded. "Does he know you in any way?" he added.
"Oh I'm sure of it!" she said. "Me and him have been talking off and on about you and Hermione, I just figured maybe I should talk to him," she added.
"Well just make sure he feels the same for you, you know what I mean?" he said. "But I'm sure he does," he added reassuringly, to make Luna grin.
"I hope so too," she said. She suddenly jumped over Harry, behind the bench he was sitting on.
"There he is!" she whispered. "He's coming your way, quick, you don't know me at all!" she said, and she crawled away from the bench Harry was sitting on. Harry turned around to see a familiar face.
"Hey Harry, sorry to interrupt, but Hermione wanted me to tell you to meet her in the Common Room for something," Dean said. "Way to go, tiger!" he added, patting Harry on the back.
"Would you fancy joining me for a walk?" Harry asked. Dean nodded, and together they walked back toward the Common Room, Harry looking back to see Luna give the good ol' two thumbs up.