Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

A/N: So far, this chapter is the one which I had the most difficulty in writing and it is also the longest. Had to research things again and again too. I hope that it will be a good read for all of you readers. By the way, this chapter is dedicated to my friend, Mina, because she is the one who requested that I let Harry and Hermione go to a date soon. And by the way, she is also proof-reading the recent chapters so a million thanks! This is also made because of the request of happylady, I hope you'll enjoy. (another author's note will be located at the end of the chapter, please read it because it contains important announcements.)

(PS: The song used for this chapter is entitled Nothing Like This by the Rascal Flatts, it is a good song so please listen to it if you have time, it will also be good if you are listening to it while reading the date scene.)

Chapter 16: Nothing Like This

I tilted my head up and closed my eyes while resting my back on the couch, my hands on my chest while pondering on the things I discussed with Luna. It was already night time and we were now just trying to pass time by talking the night away. The room was silent as we both pondered upon what we just discussed, the only sound being the soft music produced by the music box I borrowed. I am waiting for Hermione to turn up, given that I told the Headmistress that she will spend the night here and while I made my way back to my quarters, I met Luna in the Great Hall and invited her for tea. Unbelievable so, after all that has transpired, it felt right to tell Luna about my feelings for this certain girl, feelings that I mostly kept to myself. Even though, as far as I know, what she said to me about trusting the people I love is not true, because I trust those people with my innermost secrets, though I do not share or even show my innermost feelings.

"I want to ask you if, erm, if there is something going on between you and Ron."

"I guess you can say that Ronald and I have been closer because I was always a constant in his life after the war." The dreamy voice of the blonde woman who is sitting opposite of me echoed in my ears. She was still in her school robes with the matching butterbeer cork necklace and radish earrings that she wore the last time we were out in the café. Her features were calm, as they always have been and her gray eyes as dreamy as ever. I paused as I recalled the times that I visited the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes when I was in the Burrow and how Luna and Ron were always the ones who looked after the shop while George was locked up in the room where he made his experiments.

"Really? Is that all there is to your relationship?" Curious about the gestures I saw at the café, I decided to take things on an easy way, trying to play safe if ever it was not a comfortable question to answer. She sighed, and closed her eyes, odd for someone who is always so calm. But well, I realize that it was not always the case of course.

"I fancy Ronald, ever since our fifth year."

My eyes widened in shock at the revelation. As much as I wanted to speak, no words escaped in my mouth. Luna gazed at me and gave me a warm smile.

"Don't get too worked-up about it or else, your vocal cords will not give you the power of speech."

I smirked at her. "We're even, I never knew that Ron could have had that effect on you."

Luna took another sip at her cup while her gaze seemed far away, remembering. "Ahh yes, Ronald always has this sarcastic humor that makes me laugh, it's a bit ironic though."

Trust Luna to give you a straightforward answer when talking about serious stuffs. "You match. Both of you are funny and energetic. You can always relieve him of his usual sarcasm by telling him some clear-cut answers. Though as you can see, it took him four years to notice that Hermione is a girl, so give or take another three years and he will notice you too."

Both of us looked at each other and laughed. Talking to Luna is always a good thing, it felt right. "You are gaining a little patience these past few months, Harry. Your usual moodiness is also gone and even if your smile does not really reach your eyes, you still manage to mask your own qualms to relieve some people of their worries towards you."

Odd. I know Luna always says random stuff, but this? "Err. . . thanks but tell that to my superiors in the Auror Department. Head Auror McGovern is not particularly pleased about me trusting my instincts. And also, I don't want to worry people of my case when there is a lot to deal with, you know. But if there is one thing that didn't change, it is my ability to get chased by Healers."

She smiled at me as I chuckled. I took a sip from my own cup and looked at the ceiling again, wondering if Luna was saying the truth. I really didn't notice any difference within me. Well, I guess it is because I am still the hot-tempered Harry when it comes to work. Silence followed us as we both gazed at the ceiling. It is always present whenever I have these conversations with Luna and I realized that, it is always followed by a. . .tricky question of some sort.

"I have a question for you, Harry."

"Go ahead. It's not like there is anything I can hide from you in that aspect." Ahhh well, guess what? I am right.

Luna smirked as she drank her tea, her silvery gray eyes piercing my green ones. After lowering the teacup, she stared at the ceiling as if it was the most wonderful thing on this room. "How can you know what you are feeling for Hermione is romantic love and not the platonic one?"

My heart skipped a beat as I looked at Luna like she was mental or that Nargles do exist. I shut my eyes and tried to find a correct, logical explanation that could answer the question but all I thought about were some follow-up questions. Was it because I never had a sister? Was that the real reason why I think it was not a sisterly love? Or was it because I can only feel like this with Hermione? Maybe because with her, I feel safe from everything, that everything was going to be all right if she's there. Ahhh, I don't want Luna to think that I am using her and I don't want her to think that I am also a bloody chicken.

Finally giving up, I tried to think of Hermione and the reason why I could be inlove with her. I tried to imagine her warm, chocolate brown eyes staring at the depth of mine and then I suddenly remembered how she held Teddy during the times that the both of us were inGrimmauld Place. She looked perfect then, like she was the only person in my life who was capable of giving me the feeling of contentment while she held the child in her arms and lulled him to sleep.

"I guess it is because Hermione is the only one who I can imagine and I want to spend the rest of my life with."

Luna looked at me; her eyes left their usual dreaminess at what I just said and smiled.

"Exactly."

Later that night, Hermione came inside the room, looking bushed and carrying loads of books in her hands. She was carrying a bag in her back too, which I presume contains all her things, her robes for the next day included. She is wearing her pajamas and a plain white shirt. I smiled at her and levitated her books in the nearby table. "So, you decided to come."

"Only because someone is so convincing in trying something that I clearly didn't need!"

I grinned. "Rubbish. Try to look at yourself in the mirror and tell me you look well enough not to get a goodnight's sleep."

"Honestly, you and Ron are always a pain in the arse sometimes."

I quirked my brown as I led her inside. "We have a right good point about that, mind you. Fancy some tea? Luna was here a while ago so there's still some left."

Hermione looked at me like I suddenly sprouted some horns. "Luna? I never thought she comes here in your room."

"Is it really that unusual? I am good friends with her. It's the first time, actually. After I finished dinner in the Great Hall, I saw her and we had random chat about. . .things. Then I decided to invite her here since she had nothing to do. She comes and goes, a bit like a mushroom actually, because she has a knack of appearing and disappearing as she pleases."

Hermione held her gaze at my comment, her eyes wide with apprehension. "Really now?" I went to get a cup and prepared Hermione's tea and I can't say that I am not amused by her reaction. I gave her the cup and resumed to my previous place in the couch.

"Yes. So how are your classes?" She suddenly fell silent at my question, her eyes, solemn. My forehead creased with worry with her reaction. Something might've happened that rendered her reaction to be like this.

"A bit disconcerting, actually. We talked about the Unforgivables in the DADA and I suddenly remembered the time we spent in the Malfoy Manor."

I paused. The events on that day were still freshly etched upon my memory. How she was continuously tortured to give up the information that Bellatrix needed and how it had been her who kept me sane so that I can do what I can to block Voldemort and try to ask for help. I can still recall what happened, really. I remember everything clearly, how Dobby tried to save us and succeeded how his glassy orbs stared at mine before he was finally put to rest in the grave I dug. I remembered, I can always remember that day clearly as I can remember the first time Hagrid said I was a wizard.

"Harry?" I flinched and saw Hermione staring at me with worried eyes.

"Sorry about that, I guess I am being insensitive with my own issues."

She smiled at me and rested her head at the crook of my shoulder. It felt perfect as I held her. "I guess what happened in the war was a nightmare that was hard to forget."

I felt her shift in my arms and I looked at her. Her chocolate brown eyes seemed so far away, lost in their own thoughts. I held her closer, like it was the only way to let her forget about the horrid past. We stayed there, silently remembering until it was enough and she had to break the silence. "So, is she the one?"

"Excuse me?" I looked at her, amused and not really surprised that she would change the topic.

"Is Luna the girl that you are telling me when we were talking at the lake?" Sometimes, I really don't understand why Hermione can be daft with some obvious answers. Or is it because she was the one involved?

"Nope, but she's close enough."

"What do you mean?" Hermione creased her brows in confusion and looked at me. I tried to distract her by gesturing her towards the hot tea that I have prepared; luckily she went to drink it.

"Well, you see. Luna and I have been growing fairly close because she often visited us in the Burrow during the time you were away. She was loads of comfort to us and she can even make Ron smile when the bloke was very gloomy. As for my case, Luna has been providing me with comfort whenever I tell her about that girl who always seemed out of my reach."

She looked at me as I tried to shake of the nervousness I felt about the subject. "It's not much, but she is always a good adviser and she always listens to my rants and babbles."

I saw a glint of sadness flash through her eyes for a moment before she suddenly returned to her inquisitive nature. "And what is it that Luna has that made you tell her about this girl while not bothering to tell me more about her, not even her name?"

My mind panicked while trying to find a suitable answer to the question. "Errr. . .you see. I tried to tell you her characteristics and the reason why I like her."

"That is not really the answer to my question Harry. Ohh blast it all, forget it!" She crossed her arms and plunged herself in the couch while looking at the fireplace, her eyes glistening with the reflection if the fire.

Panic surged through my veins at seeing Hermione's reaction. "That is not the real problem there, is it?"

She closed her eyes. "I don't want to talk about it anymore, Harry."

And that is all that it took for me to break. "Now LISTEN to ME Hermione, we ARE going to talk about it and WE are solving it, RIGHT NOW!"

She looked at me, her eyes seemingly tired that I immediately regretted my action. I stood up and kneeled in front of her, putting both of her hands between mine and look at her eyes. I tried to clear my throat. "You don't have to carry it all Hermione, you always told me that. Please."

Finally, she swallowed, trying to hide the unshed tears that I shine in her eyes as she tried to get words out of her mouth. "I just don't know Harry. After the war, it seems like everything has changed. I feel like I am losing both of you."

She lost Ron the moment they broke up and she feels that their friendship is not the same; she told me that once, in the very same location that we always go to when we want to escape the world's prying eyes, but me? She never did lose me and I never lost her either because she has always been the first and foremost in my thoughts, relishing any comfort that those eyes can always give me whenever I felt stupid.

"W-what makes you think that you lost me or in any case, Ron?"

She sighed. "I always feel like you are both so far and that I am left here in Hogwarts by myself. And now that you have Luna to share your problems with, I feel alone and useless." She looked at me again and I stared in wonder on how much emotions those eyes were trying to contain. "I am being selfish, aren't I?"

I laughed, trying to shake off the tension that was building inside the room. She is jealous of my closeness to Luna. Who would have known that Hermione is this insecure sometimes? My laugh startled her as she looked at me in shock. "That's not true, you know it. You are always and always will be Hermione to Ron and me and that can never be replaced. I don't know why you really think you are alone in any sense but just remembering how you bickered with Ron last Christmas is a constant reminder that nothing has changed. As for my secret with Luna, it was because she shared secret with me and caught me off guard by what she knew, you know I would have never told anyone yet if she didn't already know."

I went back to the couch and put and arm around her shoulders to comfort her. She obliged at my touch and brought her head into the crook of my shoulder again, smiling as she did so. "Really?" I smiled my lopsided smile that I always reserve for her and nodded. "We were very worried you know. You always keep on pushing yourself so hard, so determined on your goals that you keep on forgetting that you still have a life to love and most importantly, to live. You don't have to prove yourself to anyone Hermione, because we all know that you are already a very capable witch, no need to be insecure."

She smiled at me and relaxed, yawning as she did so. We laughed at her previous action, moments like these makes me want time to stop, with it being so perfect. "I guess I won't be able to study the books that will help me with the essay about the Unforgivables today then."

"So are you finally saying that you'll take my advice and rest like a good girl?"

"Maybe. I have this feeling that I discovered something, you see. There is this new curse that Professor Nebilim told us about that has a chance of becoming another Unforgivable. It was developed by Dolohov."

I looked at her; suddenly I am in my Harry-the-Auror mode. "Really? What is it?"

"It's a new curse so the Professor doesn't really know much about it. She only told us that the Aurors stationed here inEnglandwho were injured by Dolohov died a slow and painful death with their bodies slowly disintegrating."

"The curse of the Undead. I heard about it once. My superiors said that they have not yet recovered the Latin words that were used to make the spell."

"Yes, that's right. So after that, I went straight to the library and did a bit of a research and I found out in a book 'Why Unforgivable Spells are Unforgivable' that there are many kinds of unforgivable spells other than those three that we know. Apparently, to make a very dark curse, it is needed that you know how to mix Latin words and perform the proper wand actions that were written in the same book. I also found out that the curse is a spell that hits the body and produces a small wound from the outside but hits you fully in the inside, attacking your vital organs as the body slowly rots away."

"Yes, I heard about its effects before. It was the same spell that Dolohov used to evade capture and start a mad hunt by telling the Minister himself that he will kill all Aurors and alike. It was also the reason why trainees were being sent here in Hogwarts in the first year, because almost all of them are war veterans. I heard he also produced another dark spell called the Coffin Curse, which buries a person under a pile of sand."

Hermione's face was contorted with worry about what I just said. "I want you to be careful Harry; the curses he produced are highly advanced Dark magic that can kill you once you get struck, especially the Curse of the Undead. The only way you can be saved is if the area that was struck by the curse does not contain any vital organs, even with that, you can still lose an arm or leg. Blast it! Even after the war has ended, I feel like people still have to run for their lives."

I sighed. I really don't know what I can say about this, given that it's still a mystery even for my superiors. I held her closer and let my hand give her a comforting gesture, willing her to stop. "Don't worry about it too much Hermione, I am here and I am safe. I know that mischief always come with the word Potter but don't worry about it that much. We can figure things out, eventually. For now, let's relax."

"I hope you are right, Harry." We stood in uncomfortable silence as we tried to comprehend our separate issues. "How many are still there?"

"What do you mean?"

"How many Death Eaters are still lurking in the darkness?" I shifted in my position as I tried to recall all the cases that I had to review to help those Aurors doing their field work with their investigation. "I really don't know. Many, I suppose."

She looked at me with such a terrified gaze. Realizing that there will be no point in further discussing something that cannot be solved, I just tried to comfort her. "Sshhhh. You are here to have some rest. You have eaten dinner right?" She nodded and I didn't really feel ready to leave our current position but she needed to, if I want her to sleep early.

"All right then. Let's give those problems a bloody rest. I guess it's time you go to sleep then, madame. The room is clean and ready for you." I grinned as I tried to stand up, only to be pulled back on the couch. I looked at her, confused at her sudden action. She blushed as she tried to speak, her eyes looking on the floor. Finally, she squeaked. "W-w-will it be okay for you if we stay like this for a few more minutes? I-if it won't be a bother."

I smiled as my heart leaped with joy with what she just said. She didn't know how much she made me happy by saying those words. "Of course. But no more talking okay? And you can just stand up and go to my room once you're ready to sleep. I want you to be beautiful during our date."

With that, I magically enlarged the couch and turned the volume of the music box higher before I sat. I held her in my arms once again, trying to get her as close to me as I could while telling myself how perfectly her body fit against mine. We didn't talk, we just stayed like that while looking at the fire and listening to the heavenly music of the song Professor Flitwick gave me.

It took a while before I remembered the troublesome ball that Kingsley wanted us to attend during the last week of April. He said it would be unwise to celebrate during the day itself in honor of the people who lost their lives for the cause. I sighed, better to ask her now, I suppose.

"H-hermione? I w-want to ask you something. You see, there will be ball on the last week of April and we all have been required to attend. Will it be ok if you go with me?" Embarrassed, I turned away and the slurred words went indistinct, even in my own ears. I sighed when she did not reply, only to see her, sleeping contently with no worries creased on her face. I smiled as I too, suddenly tired and sleepy, and rested my chin above her head. As I drifted, the last words that I heard were the lines of the song coming from the music box.

. . . Lay calm, dear babe, now the night is nearly through

Lay calm, dear babe, there's a world waiting here for you. . .

Saturday came so quickly while I tried my best to look decent, a long-sleeved shirt with a jacket and black pants completed my outfit. It was a perfect day, Saturday. The sun was up in the sky and the birds chirped merrily from the trees. Even the wind produced low chimes with the grass as I stood outside of Hagrid's hut. I went to have a little chat with him in the grounds just to pass time and see how he was doing.

After saying my goodbyes to my old friend, I went to the courtyard to meet Hermione there. I have asked the Headmistress if I would be allowed to activate and use the floo that has been installed in my room to go to the Leaky Cauldron and from there, to muggleLondon. That floo was set-up by the Ministry's Main Auror Office so that I can use it to go inside the Main Department when the need arises. Luckily, she allowed us to go to muggleLondonbecause it will be safer than hiding from reporters and such that were lurking in Hogsmeade.

I tucked a box carefully within my jacket as I hid my wand inside. Luckily, my left hand left its sling yesterday after a quick visit to the Ministry to deliver some case reports. I was looking forward to this date enough to ignore all sorts of rubbish news that people told me too. I don't know what we'll be doing in muggleLondontoday as I've no plans for the date. All I know is that I will treat her to lunch and let her see places that she would like to go to. But despite of my lack of knowledge, what I wanted to do the most I know more about Hermione so I guess anywhere would be great.

I smiled to myself, looking like a fool as I did so and wondered what was taking her so long. Looking at my old, battered watch, I scowled at my own stupidity because I arrived almost thirty minutes earlier but stopped when someone caught my eyes.

It was like a dream. My heart did some frenzied beatings inside my chest as she went towards where I am, a smile etched on her beautiful features. I grinned as I saw that she never fails to wear the bracelet I gave for her birthday whenever I saw her. I made a gesture of a gentleman who is about to escort his date and she laughed at me and took my hand. We talked about how we would spend the day while on our way to my room. It's quite simple, really, but it made me look forward to it more. We will be going to a muggle shopping area to see if we can buy anything good for ourselves and for the Weasleys. Then, we will have our lunch at an Italian restaurant. Our plan ends there and we will go "wherever our feet lead us" as Hermione said.

There's nothing in my life,
I'd say I regret,
But there's something in your eyes that makes me forget,
The times that I believed that love was good as love could be,
I had it all, but I was wrong.

After taking a local bus to the Third Hand Book Emporium, where I insisted on going, I allowed Hermione to squeal in delight as she made her way inside rows and rows of books. As I let her explore the bookshop, I made my way towards the location of some Quidditch books and read, marveling at how a bookshop for both wizards and muggles could exist. After Hermione had her share of towards thousands and thousands of books and bought those she liked to read, we went toOxford Street, the busiest shopping district of London.

Thought I'd been touched,
Thought I'd been kissed,
Thought I'd been loved,
But it was nothing like this.

We talked mainly about muggleLondon, the great views, politics and the places we could visit. Hermione filled me in with her interest in visiting different parks like the Hyde Park andKensingtonGardens, all the while telling me about their history and how she visited them with her parents. I have visited theKensingtonGardenonce, when I went to a school trip. I told her about what I know about the garden which was rich in history, and how it was based from the famous muggle fairytale, Peter Pan.

From shop after shop, we looked at different clothes, bags and anything that could pique our interest. I never knew that this part ofLondonexisted, so I let Hermione lead me from one shop to another. Sometimes, I try clothes that she thought is good on me, considering that I really have to buy my share of decent outfits. We both bought a good amount of clothes for us and some for the Weasleys as we strolled down the street, stopping at baby stores to buy toys, books, furnitures and things that will be left in Grimmauld for Teddy. We also bought him clothes that we will send by owl package. And of course, we stopped at bookstores because it will not be a date with Hermione in it if we didn't. Good thing I brought a good amount of money and that everything we bought was not that expensive.

You can't describe the sea,
Unless you been there before.
It's just a mystery,
Until you're standing on the shore,
And moved by every wave
Taking your breath away like you do,
To me.

After a lot of laughs and a lot of fun, we finally settled down on a nearby Italian restaurant. We tired to shrink our shopping bags in a nearby abandoned alley before going inside. I let her order the meal for the both of us, seeing that I never have any decent experience in eating inside a fancy restaurant. We ate some Lasagna and Pesto Fettuccini, while ordering some lemon juice. There, we talked about our favorites and a bit about our lives as muggles before entering the wizarding world. Like me, she went to primary education before she received her Hogwarts Letter. She told me how it was and that because of it, there were some things that she would rather do on her own than rely on magic. It's funny, really, that Hermione was the only person I know that is capable of being a good muggle as well as she can be a good witch.

Thought I'd been touched,
Thought I'd been kissed,
Thought I'd been loved,
But it was nothing, nothing like this.

The day will not end without us going to a perfect scenery, it seemed. For Hermione, a perfect date is not about the cool places that you visited or the luxury that you will give to your partner, it is about being together and enjoying each other's company while you get to know each other better. And I agreed, mostly because that is also the reason I want to go to a date and a part of me also told me that I don't know bollocks about being a romantic kind of guy. She told me all of this, while walking aroundKensingtonPark.

It's like another life,
Like I haven't felt a thing, until you.

We talked about the books that have been the reason why the park was built and laughed at the silly stories I had experienced in this place when I was younger, how I was being chased by Dudleybut he was never fast enough to catch me. "Can you believe that I went here with a wizard?" She laughed.

"Well, is it that unusual?"

"I never thought I would experience going here and having this much fun, especially with you."

"Ahhh, I guess I am not that kind of bloke in your dictionary, am I?"

"Not really, it's just that, so many things happened that I never thought I could still feel this normal here. I feel so free. You never can experience this with Ron."

I laughed; I don't think that Ron would be that much of a git to refuse going somewhere that could make her happy, despite their constant bickering. "You judge the bloke too much, give him a rest. If you just tell him, maybe he would reconsider."

"Maybe, but you see, it's still different with someone you can share it with and understands what you feel. The wizarding world is very different because most of them do not really know how it feels."

"Well, I guess there's a difference with the lot who grew up with muggles because there are some things that they will want to do the muggle way."

She twirled around, utter contentment etched in her face as she observed every detail in the park, smiling every now and then. "Exactly."

I removed my jacket off and suddenly remembered the gift I wanted her to have when it fell from the pockets. I stopped on my tracks and picked it up while she continued to walk forward. "Hermione?" I asked, a little nervous.

She stopped and looked at me, surprise and worry creeping on her face. "What is it Harry? Is there something wrong?"

I smiled at her as she walked towards where I stood, holding the box firmly with my hands. I gestured for her to hug me and she smiled but before that, I held out the blue box in front of her, wrapped in a ribbon and I held a finger in my mouth. "Don't say anything and open it first."

She opened it, curious of what could be inside the box and I put my hands in my pocket. As she rummaged through the overly-wrapped package, my smile turned bigger and bigger and there it was, the reaction I was waiting for.

She was shocked and unable to speak, but what I was waiting for was the smile that will gleam in her features after that. Before I finished counting to ten, I felt her hands in my waist as she hugged me, her laugh echoing through my ears while she said thank you over and over again.

"How did you get this back? I thought I lost it."

"Ahh well, I had a couple of fights with my superior during a mission, Gawain Robards but it went well in the end and they told our Head to escort me to the Malfoy Manor. Took loads of time to find it though, because at first, we thought Bellatrix used the wand but it turned out that they had a whole collection of unused wands."

She tucked her wand back in her jeans, her smile never leaving her face. "I guess I will have to say goodbye to this old wand then. I don't know how to thank you enough, this wand means so much to me."

"Ahh well, you can let me escort you as your partner on the Ministry's Victory Ball that will be held on the last week of April. I don't like us to go one bit, but seeing that I am Harry Potter, Kingsley said it will be unwise not to go. Or maybe we can ditch it altogether; you, Ron and I can go somewhere nice for a change. Let us chunk off Ron from the wizarding world and let him see some good places and equally good food here. He is now enjoying every bit of fame that his name has gotten and I swear he has never been more sarcastic. Now he knows how it feels to become the center of attention."

She laughed at me. "I'll consider it Mr. Potter, although I like the second idea more. I really love this idea you have set up today and I will be enjoying every bit of it now thank you." I winked at her and ran, laughing at her response. She followed me and I sighed in contentment as she took my hand.

Thought I'd been touched,
Thought I'd been kissed,
Thought I'd been loved,
But it was nothing like this.

A/N: So, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Please tell me what you think before you go and please tell it nicely. :)

1. Thank you for the people who keep reviewing this story and adding it to their story alert/favorites, it inspires me so much. you have my eternal gratitude.

2. Sorry if the story is a bit slow on the making, this is because I am trying to let my readers imagine how Harry will develop his life with the people around him, not only Hermione but also the others. I want it to follow the books but ignore the epilogue afterall.

3. Sorry to disappoint the people who want to take Harry and Hermione's relationship to the next level after this. You won't be expecting a kiss soon. haha. This is because I want Harry's relationship with Hermione to be different in all his other relationships (Cho and Ginny). I want to show how much he loves Hermione too by respecting her, afterall, he knows Hermione that much. There's just too many realizations that have to be dealt with first or else, the title of this story won't be life goes on. ;)

4. I will be revising the first eleven chapters after I finish with the 17th. So you may expect a good number of changes within the first chapters, especially in content, as I will be adding descriptions too.

5. Lastly, I want to ask you, dear readers, if you want to have Hermione's POV during this story. If you do, just send it via review. That's all, sorry if my notes are a bit long. I hope you enjoyed the chapter!