Author's note: I'm sorry about taking me so long to update but I did so I'm very proud of myself, and so should you. Thank you to those of you who have taken the time to read this. It really means a lot to me. So here's the 7 chapter. I hope you enjoy!

7

He felt like he was weightless, floating even, up, so far away into the starry heavens with a cloud to rest his head on and a blanket so conveniently draped over him warm and yet protective like a mothers hug. The brunette sighed, so content.

He rolled over and draped his arm over something. Harry wanted to open his eyes and see what he had his arm around but his eyes refused to open, as if they had been super glued shut. So he gave it and kept his eyes shut as the mystery being rolled over, now even closer to him. Harry didn't freak out though; whatever or whoever this was made him feel... everything at once, happiness, joy, loved, in love... He just simply felt wonderful.

Harry placed his hand on its side to find cloth, a shirt perhaps, but he wanted to feel this being. So he slid his hand under the shirt and rested it on the abdomen. The skin was cool and smooth. He pulled his hand down ever so slowly trying to take it all in, maybe even get a picture of what it looked like. So very smooth like silk. He came upon a hole, wait not a hole a belly button, and ran his finger around the rim.

How beautiful it must be. Nothing this innocent, so gentle could be less than angelic. It squirmed a little and let the cutest sound escape its lips. A giggle. It made his body quiver with excitement. He could almost put a face with that giggle. It was so obvious it was painful.

/I know this. I know this. I know... /

"Hermione?" It was barely a whisper.

There he laid his eyes now wide open; he had his hand on her waist! His face began to get very hot, now as red as the very hangings pulled around his bed. Oh, how he wanted to pull away, but he didn't want to wake her so he stayed there while his mind was searching for an answer. /Why is Hermione in my bed? She was not here when I went to sleep. I shouldn't be here... No wait it's my room she should be the one who has to leave. What do I have my hand on? /

Harry looked down between the two of them to find his hand intertwined with hers. Her skin was so supple and the way she held his hand was so gentle and as though she never wanted to let go. He stroked her hand with his thumb, over and over the soft texture that is her skin. With his other hand he brushed stray strands of hair behind her ear so to see her face and a warm sweet smile spread across her face. Hermione's eyes fluttered open to reveal her two chestnut colored gems, she seemed to just glow. At that moment he forgot how he had no idea when or how she got in his room on his bed, just that she was there and how nervous he was. By the look on her face he guessed it showed.

"Good morning Harry, sleep well?"

"Surprisingly yes I'd have to say that was the best I have slept all year. He blushed lightly and her brow furrowed, looking deep into his eyes as if searching for a reason he looked so uncomfortable.

"What's on your mind?" He simply looked down at their hands, her head following the direction of his. She saw what he was blushing over, finally getting it, blushing furiously.

/Oh God! I'm in his bed holding his hand! No wonder he seems uncomfortable! He was sleeping in his bed and you come in and slept in his bed without his consent! Of course he's going to be uncomfortable! He should be furious telling me to get out of his bed, but he isn't? /

He slid his hand out of hers very slowly, as if he really didn't want to. "Hermione about yesterday... I want to say... I'm sorry about kissing you..." He felt a hand squeeze his shoulder gently. He looked away from his sheets and at Hermione.

"You're not mad at me?"

"Mad? Why would I be mad?"

"For sleeping in your bed."

A huge smile spread across his face and he chuckled a bit. "No. No, I'm not. I'm kinda glad you did because now I can see how messy your hair can really get." He extended his arm and rumpled her hair.

"Gah! Stop it!" She pushed his hand away, Hair all in her face, now wearing the same bright smile Harry had on.

"That's it."

She reached down and took the pillow she had been sleeping on and whacked Harry in the head with it. He just sat there, his hair messy and in his face when the corner of his mouth curled into a smile. Again she swung it aiming for his head but her pillow collided with his. He had blocked it. The downy soft pillow hit her shoulder; she hit him in the stomach. This continued for a few minutes until they heard a ripping noise; the pillows had ripped right open. There were feathers everywhere coming down softly and slowly, just like the snow outside. Hermione fell down on her bed laughing hysterically.

"No, don't laugh those were my only pillows." He had said this with a grin firmly in place; he couldn't help it, because everything in his dorm was now completely covered in feathers that had once resided in his pillows, Hermione included. Her laughter began to ease up now only a mere giggle, finally stopping when Harry lay down next to her.

"I really am sorry Hermione." His voice was now serious.

"Why? The pillow fight was my doing." She rolled over to face him, her head propped up by her hand. He rolled over. She had no idea what he was talking about; and she was the smart one of the three of them.

"You know for..." She cut him off.

"Harry," she sighed, "You don't need to be sorry... I don't want you to. Don't you see? I care about you, so much, and I know you do too. When you had kissed me it had made me so happy but then you stopped and took off leaving me in the snow vulnerable. If you're going to be sorry about anything be sorry about that. It took me awhile, but I finally figured out why you left me out there cold and alone... It was because you do in fact return the feelings I have for you, and you didn't want to pull away and find that I didn't feel the same way and lose me as a friend and a lover... But that won't happen Harry because... I love you."

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close into a hug. Her warm body up against his, her chest pressed into his. Slowly, he took his hands away from his sides and wrapped them around her. He looked down at her, the two beautiful chestnut eyes of hers usually so bright, so full of hope were now welling up with tears. She simply took his breath away, how could she maintain that beauty, that wit, that air about her when she was about to burst into tears, had feathers sticking every-which-way out of her hair, her clothing and not to mention she had just told him she loved him and he still hadn't said anything. /Wait... she just said she loved me and I haven't said anything? / He smiled gently and tipped her chin up with his finger.

"Hermione, I love you more than you could ever imagine."

He pulled her face up to meet his and he lightly brushed his lips against hers, but that wasn't good enough for her. Somehow she managed to put her arms around his neck with her eyes closed. She pulled him close and deepened the kiss. A swell of emotions rose up inside of them both leaving them disoriented and wanting more. Her sweet spit mingled with his as the two continued to kiss. She ran her tongue along his bottom lip as if asking for permission. He parted them letting her tongue slip in. She then stroke his tongue with hers, a light massage, making him more excited. Finally they pulled apart needing to breathe and get some air. They just lay there with their arms wrapped around each other in silence just happy that they were there right now and they had each other.