"I CAN'T BELIEVE ANY OF YOU WOULD BE SO STUPID!" Hermione yelled in her car. The snow storm had let up and Hermione was currently driving the three men home. She was radiating anger.
"Well I think I'll walk how about you Ron?" Draco suggested slightly cowering in the backseat as the car stopped at a red light. Hermione glared at them almost daring them to leave the car.
"Yeah lets go. See ya Harry… And Hermi…" But they were out of the car and running before her name could fully come out.
"Look Mione' I…" Harry started
"No! You get no right to talk to me, to look at me, and most defiantly not to call me your silly little nickname." She screamed at him. He looked at her in the worst way.
'What did I do to deserve this? Oh I remember I'm became friends with Ron and that other twit' He thought as Hermione continued to drive to the flat where he lived. He knew it was about fifteen minutes away and that he had to do something to make up with Hermione in that time.
"Look Hermione…"
"Don't…" She tried to cut him off but he started talking before she couldn't cut into him.
"Look, I know what we did was wrong." Hermione snorted
"Like Hell"
"But does it help if I told you that you looked… I don't know good and…" He was trying to be calm but the occasional glares that he threw at him were really starting to become unnerving.
"Oh yeah when I get dressed up and danced like a slut it's the sexiest you've ever seen me." She spat at him with almost an underlined bitterness.
"No I didn't say it's the sexiest I've ever seen you. I just said that you looked good. I've seen you look sexier than that."
"But…"
"It was in our seventh year, and I had just had a bad dream." He paused bracing himself to tell something he swore he would never tell anyone "And I was shaken really bad by it, so knowing that I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep I went down to the common room. And right when I got to the bottom of the staircase I saw you sitting by the fire looking so… rapturous, there is no other word to describe it. The way the firelight bounced off your face I thought that in that moment I could never again think of you as just my best friend. Because you don't need all the make-up or the revealing clothes to look sexy. You just need to be… my loving, comforting Hermione." He closed his eyes, almost out of shame for thinking of his best friend in such a revealing way. Things were quiet for a moment as they both reveled in the moment.
"You know we made that video in seventh year. Oh God, it seems like so long ago. Luna had a thing for Ron, I think she still does actually, and Ginny was in her little thing with Dean, and Lavender, well, I truly don't know who Lavender was thinking about." Her knuckles were now white on the wheel and she refused to even glance towards Harry. "And I… I was thinking about my best friend when I was dancing in front of that camera, because you were the only one who would ever really look at me, and I guess I thought that something that racy might grab your attention to look a little bit closer" He was the one who couldn't look at her now, but he could feel her gave digging into him.
"I never did look the same way at you again you know." He finally said his gaze firmly out the window.
"What?"
"After I saw you that night I never looked at you as if you were my best friend again. I looked at you like… the woman who haunts my dreams and remains with me during the day. That video that was… maybe the greatest thing I've ever seen, but I wouldn't of had to see it to know that I love you." He finally looked over at her and what he saw almost blew him out of his chair. He saw a woman with tears streaming down her face and a halo of vulnerability. He now knew that he would never be able to take his eyes off of that face.
"We're here" She stating simply not looking straight at Harry, but at the window behind him.
"Hermione, shouldn't we talk about th…" Harry stuttered trying to make sense of this new sudden occurrence. But Hermione quickly shushed him.
"All in time." And at that Harry got out of the car and watched the love of his life drive off.
That night Harry got very little to no sleep. He tossed and turned and when he did finally fall to sleep his dreams were filled with the girl who might not love him back.
'At least she knows' he kept telling himself over and over again.
The next morning as Harry was getting his usual coffee he heard an unusual noise coming from his living room. When he went to investigate he found a single snow white owl holding a tape shaped package. It had no note or card, but he had a feeling he knew who it was from. With shaky hands he put the tape in his VCR and watched as his love came upon the screen. This video was totally different from the last one he had watched. There sat Hermione by the fireplace in her living room. She was fully dressed, and in Harry's opinion, she couldn't have looked more like an angel. A soft piano played in the background as the angel started singing.
"There's
a song that's inside of my soul
It's the one that I've tried to
write over, and over again
I'm awake in the infinite cold
But
you sing to me over, and over, and over again"
Harry felt a familiar lump growing in his throat, but this time it was for a totally different reason. He had never seen anything so beautiful.
"So I
lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only
yours I pray
To be only yours
I know now, you're my only hope"
Small pin pricks of water were appearing at the sides of his eyes and he didn't even bother to wipe them off like he usually did.
"Sing
to me the song of the stars
Of your galaxy dancing and laughing,
and laughing again
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing
to me of the plans that you have for me over again"
Was this really happening to him? Harry kept asking himself that same question. The hero isn't supposed to get the girl. Or is he?
So I
lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only
yours I pray
To be only yours
I know now, you're my only hope
His heart began to race at a very rapid pace.
I give
you my destiny
I'm givin' you all of me
I want your symphony,
singing in all that I am
At the top of my lungs, I'm givin' it
back
He didn't know if he could handle anymore of this without crying. Is she telling him what he thinks she is?
So I
lay my head back down
And I lift my hand and pray
To be only
yours I pray
To be only yours I pray
To be only yours
I know
now, you're my only hope
The video ended and Harry was left with the blackness of the screen. He sat there for a minute reveling in what he had just seen. And then a broad smile spread across his face because he knew he had just becoming the luckiest man on earth.