A/N:ok it's Easter to long since I've updated *shocks himself using shock pen.* I pushed this out after I had dam stupid writers block. Hopefully fluff will ensure.

The picnic

Today would be perfect. Nothing bad would happen. And it would be like a fairytale. They would lie on the grass and look at the clouds roll bye. Was Harry's general thought pattern as he prepared for the picnic. He would enjoy bieng close to her. It seemed as though she was slipping away from him, the lack of contact hurting him. To try and fix this he had maximised contact with her. His mental link to her seemed to sometimes shout out while most of the time was as quiet as a mouse. He knew she had spent time trying to figure out why she could hear his thoughts but he would barely hers. He had continued his argument,"they're you're thoughts and I don't want to intrude."

She had overtime concluded to herself unbeknownst to him that until he stopped his,'noble act' that he would never just hear her thoughts.

"Hermione?"

"Yeah?"

"You ready yet?"

"No" she said stumbling down the stairs while trying to make her untameable hair flat.

"Hermione, what are you trying to do?"

"Eugggh" she replied as she practically ripped the black comb from her head throwing it to the side in frustration.

"My hair just won't lie straight!" She said reduced to half tears.

"It's okay," picking up the hair brush and putting it on the table,"to me you look stunning."

"Really?" She asked tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

"Always" he replied, his voice soothing.

"Thank you" she whispered.

"Where would you like to start our day; The great hall or our kitchen?" He asks in the poshest voice he could.

Snickering slightly to his posh voice she replied,"could you," giving him a slight poke in the side," cook me something please."

"I could do..." Giving her a poke back," if you really wanted."

Poking him again, and again she started to tickle him,"will you cook me something?"

"Never!"

They somehow managed to lie down on the capered rug with Hermione on top of Harry. "I ask again will you cook me something please?"

"Nev..."

He was interrupted by a deep grumble from the stomach.

"...ok then if you" poking her in the belly," are a bit hungry I will try my best to use my inadequate cooking skills."

"Harry you're cooking skills are brilliant! They always have been I remember when you cooked for us once at my house, at our house."

Swinging her legs off him she stood up. "Thank you" bending down she kissed him before taking a step back and sitting on the sofa.

Harry now given the task of cooking walked into the small kitchen and was surprised to find all the ingredients needed in the cabinets. Getting to work he settled onto doing his favourite, an English breakfast. Cooking was the only domestic chore he enjoyed as it allowed him to express himself.

When he was done he called Hermione in and they sat down at the breakfast bar.

Tasting his food she queued his skills,"Harry how is you're cooking so good?"

"Practice Hermione,practice."

After eating breakfast they waded out through third dorm down the grand staircase and out into the fresh air. Walking further they ended up by the spot they found Sirus.

Sitting down Hermione cuddled up to Harry, resting her head on his shoulder. "Harry do you enjoy being with me?"

"Hermione...sweet sweet Hermione of course I like spending time with you. It sends shivers through my nerves."

After a few minutes had went by, Harry asked a question which shocked her,"What is love Hermione?"

"Oh Harry, love is inexplainable. For some it is something that makes their lungs burst for others it makes them numb but most commonly love is happiness with another."

"Hermione I think,I think I love you."

"I love you as well Harry, Never forget That."

After that Harry's world lost focus. Content being where he was with company he felt right for once. But yet still he felt the somewhat missing piece.

They stayed there all day. After finally watching the sunset Hermione noticed,"aren't we past curfew?"

Suddenly their backs straightened and they heard a cold voice ring out,"Oy what are you doing out here."

A/N:I kinda lied I couldn't do fluff today to save my arse. Please rate and review.