Harry

I just kissed my best friend, and I loved it. Her lips were soft and she smelled like cinnamon. When she finally pulled away, her face was a dark shade of pink, she looked beautiful in the falling snow.

"Harry!" She smiled, "Why didn't you just tell me?"

"I-don't know."


We were in the common room in front of the fire, she was studying and I was reading up on quidditch techniques. I finally felt warmth in my stomach again, I hadn't felt that warm since I was at the burrow last summer.

"Harry, Harry." Hermione was waving her hand in my face. "You fell asleep." She smiled, the fire lighting her face. "Hermione, call me crazy... But I think I might love you."

Her eyes filled with tears, and she buried her face in my sweater. "Harry, have you ever said that to anyone?" She looked into my eyes.

"N-no." I have never told anyone in my life that I love them, how is that?

We kissed and my heart flew.

"Harry, I'm going to bed now." Hermione yawned, kissing my cheek.

"Wh-Why don't you sleep in my dormitory?" I asked, no one else in Gryffindor had stayed for vacation except for us.

Hermione smiled and shook her head softly, "I couldn't." Her face was deep red.

"No, I don't mean that, why don't you just sleep beside me?"

"Harry, we could get into huge trouble."

"Who would know?"

"You're right I suppose, and the girl's dormitory is very cold, as long as you promise not to try anything."

"I promise." She nodded, "I wouldn't expect you to." And she went up to her dormitory to change into pajamas