Author's Thoughts: Now we're getting into the actual romance part of the story. I tried as best as I could to get the scene, but as you may know, I'm not great with romances. R&R, and thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I'm afraid.

Harry awoke, his arm still wrapped around Hermione's shoulder. His eyes squinted as the sunlight shown through the curtains, it blinded him. He put his glasses on, and turned the other way as to avoid his eyes being severely damaged. Hermione was lying there, with the same smile on her face that she had just before they fell asleep. What have I done? I've went behind Ron's back and…no. I didn't do anything wrong. We just spent the night together. Friends do that all the time. Dudley did it with some of his friends. Nothing to worry about. He was cut off short, by a speaking voice.

"Harry…oh Harry. Hold me in your arms. I love you Harry."

It was Hermione. She was dreaming about Harry. She's dreaming about me? About me holding her in my arms? She's dreaming I'm in a relationship with her. Harry couldn't help but to laugh. But Hermione said something else. "I never loved Ron," she said, "I loved you. Because you actually show that you cared about me. You're the best." Apparently, Harry was talking to her in her dreams, that's why she had paused. He sat there for a moment, listening to what else she would say. He noticed her lips pucker up, as if she was kissing someone. I certainly hope that's Ron, but it's probably not. At least it's just a dream. Harry had finally heard enough and decided to wake her. He touched her shoulder, and shook it. "Hermione," he said. She wouldn't move.

"HERMIONE!"

She jolted up with a scared look on her face as if something bad had happened.

"What, Harry, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's morning. Oh no! I'm supposed to be home! Uncle Vernon is going to kill me."

"Don't worry about him," she said smiling.

"Oh…okay. Hermione, what were saying, just a few minutes ago?"

"I beg your pardon," she asked.

"You…you were having a dream I believe. You were talking about me."

"Oh…that. Harry, that was nothing, it was just a dream."

"You said some weird things, even for a dream. I mean, a dream is something good and happy, and you were talking about me. You said 'hold me in your arms' and 'I never loved Ron'. What is that all about?"

"Harry, I don't think I should tell you. I mean, it was just a dream. It's not like it really happened or will happen."

"Hermione," he said, "a dream is something you have when you have good feelings about someone or something. That wasn't just a dream, you were thinking about me. You really feel that way, don't you?"

"Harry…I…I…yes. I do. I love you, not Ron. Ron's been ignoring me all summer. Sure we might have had our romantic moments here and there, but doesn't everyone? I mean, you're much sweeter than he is. You did things you didn't want to do. To make me happy," she said smiling.

"Hermione, I don't feel that way about you. I mean, I love you, but not like that. I guess you could say I love you more than that. I just don't really like you that way. You and Ron…you're good for each other. I can see it."

"No, Harry, you're just saying that. I know you feel the same way. I could feel it last night when I was laying on your shoulder. You love me too, there's no doubt about it."

"Hermione, I'd rather not talk about this anymore. I'd better get home."

"No, stay a bit longer. He probably already knows you're gone. Why not stay here with me? I'll fix you breakfast."

Harry nodded. He knew Hermione was right. Vernon Dursley was probably throwing a fit now yelling, "I'm going to kill Potter! He's out with his freaky friends." Hermione got up, and she wiped her eyes, because even after that little chat, she still seemed to be tired. She opened the door, but didn't close it. Harry heard her walking down the stairs, but he only sat there. Me, have feelings for her? She's just trying to put thoughts in my head. I have no feelings for her. I... He stopped himself. Everything else drew from his mind and he saw Hermione's face in her head, smiling at him. How beautiful. No, no. He shook his head. I don't like her like that, I don't! He hit his hand on his head to try and banish the thoughts from his mind. Hermione called out to him, "Harry, come on down!"

"I'll be right there," he said. And he walked out of the room, and went downstairs to the second floor bathroom. Hermione was making breakfast, but the only thing on her mind was Harry. He knew now, she could no longer hide it. But, maybe he'd disregard it. She saw him walking down the last step, and as he turned, he had a smile on his face. All she could do was smile back. "Go ahead and set down Harry, breakfast will be ready soon."

Harry kindly took his seat at the table and awaited his breakfast.

She brought the plate over to him, and a glass of pumpkin juice to go with it. "Here's your breakfast, Harry." she smiled at him, and he could spot a small tear flowing down her cheek. All he could say, all he wanted to say, was "Thanks." They sat and ate in silence, not one word was said. The only noise that was heard was the smacking of the silver spoons against the glass plates. When they both finished, she took his plate and empty glass to the sink and proceeded to wash them. Harry got up, and said, "Let me do that for you." She pushed him out of the way, and said, "No, it's okay. I'll take care of it." Harry nudged her slightly out of the way and said, "If it wasn't for me, Kreacher would be doing these. It's my fault, so let me do it." She looked at him, with tears running from both of her eyes. She tilted her head, but Harry took his thumb and index finger, and raised it.

"Hermione, what's wrong with you?"

"Harry, I…I'm about what I said. About loving you. I won't anymore, if it's what you want."

"Hey, I don't care if you love me. I love you too. And I don't care if you like me more than a friend, it doesn't bother me. What bothers me is you crying, and me having something to do with it. So, please stop."

"So, you're not mad at me?"

"Hermione," he said with his hands around her neck, "I was never mad at you. I was just…shocked. And I was even more shocked when you said that I feel the same way."

"I'm sorry, Harry, I won't do it again. I guess I should give Ron a chance."

He let go of her and was now washing the dishes.

"See, what did I tell you? Ron's a good fellow, he loves you Hermione. I don't know why you can't love him too."

"It's because I loved you first. And because he's been ignoring me since we got out of Hogwarts. It's scaring me, and it's pushing me away."

"Well, maybe it could be…" his voice trailed off.

"It could be what, Harry?"

"Well, when he came back to us that time," said Harry.

"Keep going, I want to hear it all."

"I saw a silver doe in the forest. I knew it was a Patronus, but I didn't know whose it was. It wanted me to follow it. So, naturally, I did. It led me to a frozen lake, then it disappeared off into the night. I saw the Sword of Gryffindor down below in the water, so I jumped in and got it. I had the necklace around my neck. And, it almost killed me. Ron pulled me out, and got the sword."

"What else happened," she asked.

"Well, I wanted him to destroy the Horcrux. So, I opened it, and it started speaking to him. It told him that you wanted me, that I was famous and right for you, and that Ron was nothing compared to me. After he destroyed it, I tried my best to talk him into not believing that. Ron is so arrogant. It might have finally got to him."

"Harry, it's been months since that happened, I don't think he'd dwell on something like that."

"Hermione, you know Ron, he has those sensitive moments. Rare occurrences, but he still has them."

"I…I sure hope that's what it is. I can't stand feeling like this. Harry had already finished with the dishes, and they were setting back down at the table. Hermione stared at him, wiping the tears from her eyes. He smiled at her, in a way that made her instantly happy. "Harry," she said laughing, "you definitely know how to make everything better, in any situation." Harry laughed as well.

Harry thought it was time for him to be getting back. He was already going to be yelled at by Vernon Dursley, but he didn't care. He felt good to have helped Hermione. He got up, and she got up with him, they both walked upstairs, and Harry sat on the bed, while Hermione just stood there. The silence broke, when Harry said, "Well, I guess I should be getting back now." Hermione sighed, and then nodded. She kept a frowning face all the way back out the door. Out on the doorstep he confronted her one last time before they set off.

"Oh, come on, Hermione, smile! I didn't do all this for nothing."

"Sorry, it's just…hard. My mind is full of thoughts of us, and…I know now that those thoughts will never become a reality."

He looked at her straight in the eye, and said, "Don't think on those thoughts, Hermione, I love you, and you're my best friend. You've been with me for almost 8 years. I couldn't ask for a better friend."

She smiled, and then motioned for them to leave Grimmauld Place.

They ascended into the air, with white clouds hanging above them, and a bright blue sky that seemed so peaceful. They started flying back, and Harry got lost in his thoughts once again. Hermione…I can't deny it. I have fallen for you. You're so beautiful. I'd give it all to kiss those luscious lips. Harry could feel the grip on his broom lessen, but his thoughts continued to shroud his judgment. He fell of his broom, and fell to the ground.

"HARRY!"

Hermione rushed down to where he was. He lay there, with his broom beside him, smiling.

"Harry, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, angel."

"Harry, what did you just -"

Harry leapt up and stared her straight in the face. They sat there for several minutes, thoughts racing and jumping around about each other. Harry finally broke the silence.

"I love you," he said, grabbing her around the waist and hugging her. She did the same, with her arms around his neck.

"I love you too Harry."

"I can't hide it anymore," he said, moving closer to her face.

"Can't hide what?"

Then, without even thinking they're lips were locked together in a romantic kiss. Harry took one hand from around her waist and put it on her neck, still kissing her full on the lips. Several minutes past before they finally parted, and Hermione had a scared look on her face.

"Hermione," said Harry, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"It's ok Harry," she said, now smiling, "I was waiting for you to do that."

"You're so beautiful. And an amazing kisser!"

"Harry, so are you."

"But, what about Ron? I betrayed him! I went behind his back, kissing his girlfriend!"

"Harry, don't worry about it. I'm going to tell Ron that we were just meant to be friends, so I can be with you."

"Hermione, no! I don't want to lose Ron, he's my best friend too, you know."

"I understand, Harry. I'll think of something."

They got back on their brooms, and flew off towards Privet Drive.