Author's Note: Revamped, again. Enjoy.

Thank God for Cupid and Valentine, Part Two

I woke up the next morning to see my shirt had risen up during my sleep, showing off my flat, toned stomach. I pulled it back down, Hermione rolling in her sleep.

"Get up, cocky mouth," she said, slapping my arm.

I sat up. "I was awake," I opened one eye and smirked, propped myself on my elbow, faced Hermione and cocked an eyebrow.

"What?" she asked. I shook my head and pushed a strand of fallen hair behind her ear, leaning in and giving her a kiss on the lips, tender and warm.

"Yo, girl, you know I can dig it," a voice said from the stairs. I suddenly realized it was Duncan, the most ridiculous excuse for a Gryffindor sixth year that always bugged the bullocks out of everyone. I pulled away from Hermione.

"Quick, over here," I whispered, pulling her to a corner of the room. I draped the Invisibility Cloak, which I remembered was tied around my waist, around us and we waited.

Duncan walked in and we had to control our laughter. He was wearing an extremely baggy Quidditch jersey over his even baggier robes. He had what he called a 'doo rag', whatever that was, around his head, making him look bald, and his black pants were hanging to his knees. His arm was around this week's lucky lady, who turned out to be Lavender Brown.

"Mmm, Dunky. You smell so good," she murmured, giving him a sloppy, wet kiss. Duncan gave her the same kiss, shoving his tongue down her throat. I heard Hermione make a noise that sounded like she was throwing up in her mouth and I laughed quietly.

"Damn, you know it baby," he said, slapping her lower back with his hand to yank her closer to him. Lavender giggled and gave him another sloppy, wet kiss and pressed her palms against his. They fell on to the couch, making noises that sounded absolutely disgusting.

"Let's go before I throw up," Hermione whispered. We crept across the room and to the door, opening it a crack and slipping through.
"God, he is such a player," I said, laughing as I wiped my hands. Hermione shuddered in disgust and brushed her lips against mine so suddenly I staggered back a bit.

"The Cupid Dance is tonight, you know," I said, pressing my palms into hers. Hermione smirked and nodded.

"Yeah, I know. I can't wait, either," she said, biting her bottom lip. I smiled.

"Hermione Granger, I know that you're nervous, but don't be. We'll have an amazing time and you'll look like an angel, as usual," I said, pressing her forehead against mine.

She smiled. "You know everything," she said.

I chuckled throatily. "No, sweetheart, I believe that's you."

That night, I waited at the bottom of the stairs of the girl's dormitory for Hermione. I didn't dare attempt to go up after our fifth year with Ron.

Speak of the devil, I thought as Ron waddled over to me, his hands shoved as low as they would go in his pockets. His light reddish-orange hair was flaked with blonde from the sun and flattened to his head.

"Lavender?" I asked, taking in his miserable mood.

Ron kicked himself. "God, why her?" he snapped to himself.

I patted his shoulder comfortingly and looked him over. His robes were changed from the lacey maroon he had in our fourth year to a very dark green that made his hair stand out. I looked back to the stairs and felt my knees give away for a moment before I held on to the railing for support.

There, on the third step from me, was Hermione. Her long, straight hair was in a gorgeous half pony tail with tons of neat strands falling down. She was wearing a slight blue dress that stopped at her ankles and had a silvery white, see-through shawl around her shoulders. She even had glass slippers and looked identical to a princess.

"Harry?" she asked.

I beamed up at her, wrapping her in my arms and kissing her cheeks. "Hermione, you look amazing!" I exclaimed. She smiled and tightened her grip on my arm.

"Thanks Harry. You look pretty good yourself," she said, biting her bottom lip. I smirked and lifted her hair away from down her dress.

"Well, we'll see how good you are later," I murmured in her ear, biting at the end of her dangling earring.

"Come on already," Ron yanked our arms and took Lavender's arm from the bottom step. She was wearing a white lace dress and matching shoes, her long brown hair tied in to a stylish knot on her head.

When we arrived at the Great Hall, everyone was already there. But the thing that made me smirk was when Hermione and I walked in – everyone's heads turned and they frowned in jealousy. I walked Hermione up to the dance floor and placed my hands just above her rear as the music started to play.

"Oh Harry," she said as I tightened my grip on her tailbone area. I couldn't get over how calm I felt around her. I sighed and placed my mouth on her hair, breathing in her coconut smelling locks. Her hair was so silky and smooth and smelled oh so good.

"Psst, Harry." I looked up and saw Ron smiling back at me from across the room.

"Good luck," he mouthed. I mouthed back a "thanks" and rested my forehead on Hermione's hair again.

Halfway through the night, Dumbeldore walked up and tapped his glass with his spoon. "Attention, everyone. We have chosen our Master and Mistress for this evening. Severus, if you could hand me the envelope," he said.

Snape got up and handed him the envelope quickly before sitting back down. Hermione rested her head on my shoulder as we stared up at Dumbeldore. With stiff fingers, Dumbeldore opened the envelope and dropped it to the floor.

"And the winner is..." he started. Suddenly, the envelope flew in to the air and grew ten times bigger, forming in to a bigger version of a howler.
"HARRY POTTER AND HERMIONE GRANGER!" the howler wailed in a high pitched voice. Dumbeldore clapped his hands and grabbed the howler, crumpling it in to a ball and throwing it in his pocket.

I looked up and at Hermione, who looked back. Then, everyone broke in to a loud applause and chanted out our names as we walked up to the stage to say our thanks.

When we got up there, Sprout placed a silver tiara on Hermione's head and gave me the dark red and gold cloak that changed colours each time a winner was chosen. It all depended on their house.

"Uh, thanks. I never thought that we would wind up Master and Mistress, but hey, here we are. Um, thank you to those who chose us. And…" I paused as a million hands shot in to the air, waving around frantically to try and ask us questions.

"Whoa," Hermione breathed. I looked around and chose a small girl with a pink dress on and fiery red hair; Ginny Weasley.

"How did you two get together?" Ginny asked. I smiled and looked at Hermione, interlocking my fingers with hers.

"Well, we just kind of found our feelings for one another were mutual at Hog...oof, in the Hospital Wing," I said, rubbing my knee where Hermione has kicked me.

Hermione and I answered question after question and soon, there was only 3 people left: Hannah Abbot, Colin Creevey and Cho Chang.

"Cho?" Hermione asked.

"Did you like anybody before Hermione?" she spat at me, turning her head to look into my eyes. I gulped nervously.

"Er – yeah, some Ravenclaw girl who was in her seventh year last year. Hannah?" I asked, turning right to Hannah. I was trying to avoid confrontation with Cho.

"How can you two be so romantic?" she asked, sighing.

I smiled. "We just kind of… fit. Parvati?" I said.

"When will you two get married?" she squealed with delight. About 60 of the people in the room laughed at her squeal.

"Who knows what the future holds," Hermione said and we walked off stage. I thought about this for a moment. That would be an amazing birthday gift for her at the end of this year, I thought.

An engagement ring.