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Epilogue

One Week Later

It had been a week since Halloween. One week since Harry had kissed Hermione. And they could not stop thinking about it. Harry wished he could have gotten her number so he could call her or text her sometime. But he was too delirious to do that. He had wanted to pay her a visit, but he had decided to move out of his relatives' house, tired of their bullshit, and had been staying in a hotel for a while. He had been so busy getting all of his stuff together, he had not had time to visit her. He just could not believe he had told her he loved her and then forgot to ask her for her number.

Hermione felt a little more confident after that Sunday and got a job working at Flourish and Blotts with Susan Bones. She was an assistant buyer. She would go around the bookshop and ask people if they needed help. Hermione especially loved it when they asked if she knew a book that would be good for them. People began to really talk to her and ask her questions. They talked to her. She loved her job, working in the same place where her favorite things were. Plus, she loved the discount on her purchases of books.

One night after work, Hermione came home to a wrapped package on her doorstep. The wrapping was done beautifully and was brown and emerald-green. Usually, the two colors did not go together, but she quite liked it. The present was rectangle and sort of heavy. She knew it could only be one thing. There was a small card on it that read,

'To the One that Really Saw Me

From the Boy Who was Misunderstood'

Hermione tore the wrapping off of the present and gasped at what she was holding. She could not believe it. It could not be. But it was. The binding was green and felt like her Nana's old carpet, rough, yet soft. On the cover in gold writing, it read, 'Peter and Wendy by J.M. Barrie'.

"That's the first edition, by the way," she heard to the left of her. Hermione turned her head and grinned even wider. Harry stood there with his hands behind his back, nervously shuffling his feet.

"How did you-?" she asked but cut herself off looking back at the book.

"I parked at Luna's. She told me where you live." Turning his attention to the book, he said, "Well, I went looking for it. You had told me Peter Pan was a really good book, so I went look for it. A nice lady showed me the first edition and I bought it. Cost a fortune, but I thought you would like it. I read a little bit every night. Peter took Wendy to a magical place where they could not grow up. He showed her around Never Never Land. It kind of reminded me of you and I," he told her with a blush. "I thought you would like it," he nervously scratched the back of his head. "If you don't-"

"Shut up and get in here!" Hermione demanded opening her door and letting him in. Once he was in, she set the book down on the small table, shut the door, and grabbed Harry. She shoved him against the door and pressed her lips against his in a bruising kiss. He was startled but reacted quickly. He grabbed her waist and held it as she moaned.

After a minute, she pulled away and asked him, "Where have you been?"

"Sorry, I was busy all week. I moved out of my Aunt's house. I'm currently living in a hotel. I should have gotten your number."

"You should have," she agreed but kissed him again. This time she pried his mouth open using her lips and stuck her tongue in. They had a tongue war for about a minute, before Harry broke it off.

"I'm guessing you liked the book then," he said obviously but she just engaged another mouth-bruising kiss.

Hermione felt his hands go under her shirt and she moaned at the feel of his rough hands on her soft skin. She wiggled a bit, a little ticklish and giggled into his mouth. He broke it off.

"I'm sorry. We're going too fast," he said looking away.

"Harry," she turned his face to look back at her. "I want this."

He widened his eyes. "You do?"

She nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." She then began to rub his crotch with her hand, smirking a bit as his eyes crossed for a second.

"Okay," he squeaked out and she leaned in for another passionate kiss. Harry picked her up into his arms and carried her to her bedroom, with her pointing out the way, of course. Hermione kicked her shoes off and helped Harry take his jacket off. Harry opened the bedroom door and shuffled them both in. He slammed the door shut and pushed her on the back of it. She grunted as her back hit the door. Harry took her jacket off and threw it somewhere. Then he unbuttoned her blue shirt, unveiling a black, satin bra. He lowered his head to the tops of her breasts and kissed them. She moaned in pleasure. "Harry..."

Harry hardened more as she moaned. He pulled his face away and she now had access to unbutton his shirt. She slipped it off of his broad shoulders, revealing his scarred and bruised body. Hermione took a moment to trace a few scars on his chest solemnly. Harry closed his eyes at the touch of her soft hand on his skin. Then he turned her around and placed her on the bed gently. She stared up at him smiling. He gave one back and his hands went to the button on her jeans. He opened them and slid them down her creamy legs. Next he took her shirt off and unhooked her bra. Hermione tried to cover herself as her top half was revealed to him. However, he just brushed them away and leaned down to kiss her lips tenderly. "You're beautiful," he said and she gasped as he sucked on her pulse point on her neck. He went lower to her throat. Her collar bone. Her heart. All the way to her-

She gasped as he began to kiss, lick, and suck on her her breasts. He flicked his tongue against her nipples, making them peak. She moaned and became wet down there. She needed. She needed him. She needed him to touch her. "Please, Harry..." she moaned.

Harry stopped and looked at her. "Please what?"

"Stop teasing me," she whispered and he smirked. He stood back up and Hermione sat up as well. He slipped his shoes off and her hands flew to his jeans and she undid them and pushed them down with his boxers. Her eyes widened at what she saw. He was...magnificent. He must have been about eight inches. His penis was erect all right. She touched it and he jerked. He hissed at the contact. She looked up at him, wondering if she was not hurting him. She started to stroke him and he began to pant. "Please, stop, this is going to end sooner than you think." She giggled and with one more stroke, let him go.

Harry hooked his fingers on the elastic band on her panties and she laid back down. She arched her hips up, letting him take them off. He bared her gorgeous body to the world. He leaned down and kissed her, pushing her more onto the bed to the headboard. He followed with her. He poised himself at her entrance. She stopped him. "Wait! Do you have protection?"

He kissed her again, grateful that she remembered, and climbed over to the side of the bed, leaned over to get his jeans and took a condom out of his pants pocket. When he turned to look at his lover, she had a mock-shocked look on her face.

"What?" he asked amused, opening it and taking the condom out.

"You know this was going to happen?" she asked him.

He shook his head and gave her a shy grin. "No...but I was hoping it would."

She smiled back at him and opened her legs to him. He crawled on top of her and settled himself at her entrance again. "Do it, Harry. Please...fuck me..." He complied, slowly sliding himself inside of her. His eyes crossed for a second. "You're so wet. So tight. So hot." He pushed himself in more and she gasped out in pain. He stopped moving and looked at her, concernedly. "Are you okay?" he asked.

She laughed and nodded. "Yeah, oh, yes. I'm fine. Don't worry." Harry leaned down and kissed her again, trying to get her mind off of the pain and to get his mind off of completely submerging himself within her folds. After a minute, she grabbed his bum and urged him to move. "You can move now." He nodded and started slowly to thrust in and out of her. It started sweet. But then Hermione whispered in his ear, "Please, fuck me...faster..." He gratefully granted her request, sheathing and unsheathing his cock in and out of her, making her cry out.

Harry wondered why he never did this before. Sex was unbelievable. But then, he looked down at her. This was why he waited. He waited to meet her. The one he loved. The one he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Hermione moaned and mewled as he fucked her. Sex was amazing. It was even better when she was doing it with someone she loved. She had met Harry only a week ago, but knew he was the one. She knew he was the one to take her virginity. She was just pleased that she took his as well.

Their bodies began to sweat, which caused their bodies to slide more easily against each other, causing more friction. They heard the slapping of their hips against each other. "I love you," Harry said looking in her eyes.

"I love you, too," she replied before she screamed letting out her release. Three thrusts later, Harry came inside of her. He collasped, spent, on top of her. Realizing he was crushing her, he took himself out of her and rolled off to the side. He looked down at him and gasped. There was blood on his penis. He looked at her terrified of what he had done. She sensed his worry and put a hand on his cheek turning it to him. "It's okay. That's supposed to happen. Don't worry."

He sighed and took the condom off of him. He went into the bathroom to throw it away, then came back into the bedroom and laid with Hermione under the covers. She laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arm around his chest. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and the other stroked her back. She tangled her legs with his. They panted, catching their breaths. "If anyone asked you about this night, what would you say?" he asked her.

She giggled at his question, burying her face in his shoulder. He chuckled as well. "Come on, what would you say? Tell me," he urged her to answer.

Once she got control of herself she thought. What would she say? "Amazing" was too weak of a word. So was "spectacular". "Hmmm...I would say...that it was the Greatest. You are the Greatest."

He looked at her and smiled. His eyes sparkling brightly. She smiled back and kissed his mouth. When they broke apart, they settled back down and fell asleep.

The next morning, Hermione was awoke up to the sun streaming down in her face. She smiled and rolled over in her bed, feeling amazing. She opened her eyes and tried to remember why she felt so good. Oh, that's right! Harry came over and they made love. She felt a pain in her lower abdomen, confirming that it was not a dream. However, the pain was welcoming. She rolled over to look at her lover.

But he was not there.

She was confused. 'Where did he go? Did he just leave?' she thought to herself. She looked at her bathroom, thinking he was in there, but found the door open and light off. She sat up in her bed and saw her door open. 'Maybe I was so horrible last night he did not want to see me again,' she thought sadly. She stood up and saw his clothes on the floor. 'Did he leave them here? Is he walking to Luna's right now naked?' She giggled at that last thought. Then, she took his button-down shirt and put it on, buttoning the buttons. After, she proceeded to go downstairs to make her breakfast.

Hermione stopped short when she got to the kitchen. There he was, raiding her kitchen in his blue-and-white-checkered boxers. She was confused as to what he was doing. But then she saw exactly what he was doing. He put a skillet on the stove and cracked on egg after putting butter on the pan.

"Making yourself at home?" she asked smirking at him.

He jumped and turned around. He smiled as he saw her in his shirt. "Oh, uh, no, I was going to surprise you. I hope you don't mind."

"No, it's fine. Help yourself," she replied walking over to him and kissing his mouth briefly. "'Morning."

"'Morning," he responded and turned back to the food.

Hermione went over to the counter next to him and hoisted herself on top of it and watched him at work. He proceeded to make each of them scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. He gave her a loaded plate and she took thankfully. He loaded himself a plate and ate next to her with his plate on the counter.

"I could get used to this," Hermione said later as Harry gave her the rest of the food.

"What? Me coming over and making breakfast?" he asked.

"No, waking up next to you and then you making breakfast," she replied implying something.

He looked at her confused. "What?"

"You know, I live here alone and I'm very lonely. You live in a hotel. What do you say you move in with me?" she asked with a smile.

"Really?" he asked looking into her brown eyes to see if she was lying. She was not as she nodded. He kissed her and they made love again on the counter.

Hermione figured she would have to tell her parents that a stranger would be living in their old house. He broke off and said, "I would love to go and get my stuff from the hotel, but...there's one thing we have to do."

"What's that?" she asked.

"I need to meet your parents."

She laughed and nodded, wondering how he was thinking the same thing he was.

They thought it was fate that brought them together. Or chance. Or maybe even destiny. But they were both glad that Luna Lovegood threatened to burn her friend's books. In fact, the next morning Luna opened her front to get her paper and found a vase of a dozen red roses on her doorstep. At first she thought they were from Ron, but looked at the card and realized it wasn't. 'Thank you for threatening to burn my books. If you didn't, I never would have fallen in love.' She knew exactly who it was from and smiled.

But Harry and Hermione were glad they had found each other. Because all it took was one night.

One night to fall in love.

THE END

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