Something More: Chapter 6: Something More
Hermione woke up under soft white covers. She woke groggily, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She stretched her arms above her head, and smiled. This was perfect. Harry snored quietly beside her, his muscles rippling under his t-shirt. This made Hermione smile wider. How did I end up with someone so perfect, she asked herself? Hermione turned away from Harry and faced the wall, as she, snuggling closer to him. Harry subconsciously wrapped him arms around her small chest, smiling in his sleep.
"So perfect," Hermione whispered.
She snuggled in closer to Harry, pressing her cold toes to his leg. She pulled the duvet up around her arms, and fluffed up her pillow.
Everything happened so fast, she thought. One minute I'm mourning the loss of Ron's love, and next thing I know... I love my other best friend: The one who's right for me. And Harry changed quickly too. We left the restaurant and walked through the park and then... he kissed me. And I knew we were meant to be, and so did he. Love at first kiss.
"Perfect," Hermione repeated.
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Harry was dreaming. No, he realized, he was remembering... in his sleep. He decided he didn't care.
First, he remembered the morning of the day Ginny left. Waking up, making breakfast, and going to work. Going to lunch, and worrying about Ginny. Rushing home to find her packing, and the pain he had felt when she whispered, '"I'm sorry. I didn't feel anything."' Then the dream swam quickly through memories of lying on his couch, mourning his loss. This was the longest part of the dream and it made Harry feel pitiful. He had been so damn depressed, and had he thought he would never love again.
And as the dream rushed to when Hermione arrived at his door, Harry realized how very wrong he had been. In his dream, when Hermione threw her arms around Harry, he felt a jolt of energy and smiled in his sleep. I should have fallen in love with her right then. It would have been much easier.
The dream (or memory) continued on, and Harry was walking through the aisles of his local grocery again. Hermione looked frustrated and Harry wanted to know why she had her brow wrinkled. It was cute... he liked it.
Then the dream went to the restaurant and after that, when it reached the park, it slowed, as if reaching the climax of a story. Harry watched as he and Hermione walked through the snow and how he stared at her. He saw Hermione blush and saw himself brush the hair away from her face. He watched as he tilted her head up, breathed in her scent, and brushed his lips against hers.
Harry stopped thinking. He was completely absorbed by the memory of his first kiss with his true love, and couldn't think. He watched as the kiss ended and as Hermione put her head against this chest. He saw himself smell her hair and he smiled, again, in his sleep.
Then, Harry felt cold skin against his leg. This wasn't part of his memory, he thought.
His eyes fluttered open and he saw Hermione. That was all he needed for explanation.
Harry put his head into Hermione's bushy mane of hair and inhaled. Hermione shivered, from cold and pleasure. Harry chuckled and turned Hermione around in his arms.
"I love you," he said, looking her straight in the eyes.
Hermione smiled and put her forehead against his.
"I love you," she said.
And that was all that had to be said.
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Both Harry and Hermione found what they Beautiful, Something Real, Something Wonderful, Something Perfect.
Something More.
More than friendship.
Love.
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I'm so sad that it's over, because this is the last chapter. Maybe someday I'll do an epilogue.
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