Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or anything in it.

NOTE: WOW! I can't believe how many people ACTUALLY like this! Anyway, this chapter is going back to their First Year. It's going to start in the Great Hall, first night, then transition to Christmas. Just thought you should know.

Harry was very nervous, when getting ready to be sorted, as Hermione told him on the train: "Slytherin's are where Dark Wizards usually come from". He was hoping to get Gryffindor, and so was Hermione. He really like her, and he knew they were going to become best of friends. He couldn't stop looking at her, he was transfixed with her bushy, brown hair. It had been a kind of weird train ride, as she didn't stop holding his hand, even when a boy came to their compartment asking if they've seen a toad.

"GRYFFINDOR!" Shouted the hat in front of him, as Hermione walked to her seat. Harry slowly mad his way toward the hat.

"This is it, I've got to get in Gryffindor with Hermione," Harry said quietly. When he sat down, the hat heard him talking. "Gryffindor for Hermione, Gryffindor for Hermione, Gryffindor for Hermione…" He was already obsessed with a girl he met barely three hours ago.

"Gryffindor for Hermione, eh? Slytherin's always a good choice, you know?" The hat was speaking so only Harry could hear him. "What about Hufflepuff, they work hard. Ravenclaw is always pretty smart… but I don't want to see a couple separate, so we better make it… GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted.

Harry saw Hermione cheering, and a pair of twins shouting, "We got Potter! We got Potter!" In fact, after turning his gaze off of Hermione, all of the Gryffindor house was cheering for him. For once in his life, Harry Potter was glad to be who he was, and he could thank Hermione, the girl he just met, for that.

Classes zoomed by, and every night, Harry could see how Hermione loaded herself with more work than needed. Harry hardly ever got to spend time with her, so he had to spend most of his time with the twins, Fred and George. They could be funny, but they were always making practical jokes, and Professor Snape, was somehow always there when they did them. Harry knew better than to join them with that. So, most nights, Harry ended up sitting next to Hermione while she worked on extra, unassigned work, and studied for tests on stuff we've not learned yet. "You are probably going to work yourself to death." Harry said.

"That is physically impossible!" She said.

"So was magic, a few months ago."

Finally, Christmas break came, and surprisingly Hermione didn't leave. She told Harry that she was going to stay with him all break, to make up for what little she spent with him earlier on. So, every day, they would talk about everything. They talked about their family, and about their old schools, and about them. "Are we dating, Harry?" She asked.

"Wait, what?!" Harry asked, surprised, because a minute ago they were talking about television programs.

"Are we dating?"

"Well, they usually wait till third year, don't they?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I guess so, but it doesn't mean we have to," Hermione said, before smiling at Harry.

"I guess not… but we're only eleven!" Harry exclaimed.

"So, what? I frankly don't care! All my life I've done what I'm supposed to: 'Get good grades, Mione! Pay attention, Mione! Don't say no, Mione!' I'm sick of it!" Hermione shouted, then grabbed Harry, and pulled him close. "I'm really sick of it."

"Okay, Hermione… I understand," Harry said. "I just think you might be doing this out of anger. Are you mad at your Dad?"

"Daddy? Never!"

"Your Mum?"

"No, I'm just mad at myself for being so, so…" Hermione struggled for an answer.

"So well-behaved?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," Hermione said. "Let's bend the rules a little."

Hermione and Harry ended up dating. They were always playing games, not wizard games like "Gobblestones" or "Exploding Snaps", but regular games, like charades and "Would You Rather?". The few students left in the Common Room looked very interested, as they had never seen Muggle-Games before.

On Christmas Eve, Harry confessed to Hermione, he wasn't getting anything, which to Hermione replied, "I have to go to bed, night!"

"But it's only 9:30!" Harry shouted. Harry was upset, but what he didn't know was he was going to wake up to a surprise the next morning.

"Woah, is that an Invisibility Cloak?!" Exclaimed a boy, Ron.

"I guess." Harry said, but Harry wasn't amazed at the cloak. He was amazed at the many candies covering an entire wall in his room. Of course Ron didn't seem amazed at them, they were Muggle candy, Sugar-Free at that. Each one had a message imprinted on the inside:

Nothing for Christmas?! Tsk, Tsk, you really thought I'd forget you? Sorry it's sugar-free, my parents are dentists, remember? Love, Hermione

"Hermione!" Harry said, knocking on her door. "Get out here!" Hermione ran out, and hugged Harry.

"Merry Christmas!" She said merrily. "You like the little gifts?"

"Little gifts?!" Harry gasped. "You KNOW those are not little gifts! It must've cost you a thousand pounds!"

"No, just about fifty." She said. "Turns out they're rare in the wizard world, traded me in a ton of Galleons for them."

"Well, they are completely, and utterly, amazing," Harry said. "And so are you."

"We better be. I used NO magic signing them, and getting them up there."

"So this means you were in my room while I was sleeping?" Harry asked.

"Yep," She said while smirking. That's when Harry knew: he loved this girl.