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Love Note

This story was written for the Hogwarts Challenges and Assignments forums for Assignment 4. Writing this actually made me late for work, but as I was skimming through the prompts, I saw this one and immediately had to write it. This is unbeta'd, so if you find any mistakes, they are wholly mine.

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[Name]: Ikuni Hattori

[House]:Ravenclaw

[Subject/Task No.]: Alchemy/Task #5 "Write about someone leaving a note or paper unsigned"

[Title/Link]: The Start of Harmony, Ch 1: Love Note

[Summary]: As part of her self-care routine, Hermione writes notes to her loved ones but burns them instead of sending them. Her latest note gets found by Harry, however, and the two have a little chat. Harmony, 6th year

[Words]: 778

Hermione was absolutely horrified as she dumped her bag out on her bed. She had holed herself up in her dorm room while everyone else was in the Great Hall for lunch. Where was that note?! She had written it to let out some stress and emotions, as per usual this past year and a half, and she had meant to burn it last night in the Gryffindor Common Room fireplace before bed. But then Ron had ignited her temper again, and she had stormed off before she could stop herself.

No, no, no, no, no! Where was it?!

A knock at the door made her whirl around, but she calmed when she saw it was only Harry. Ron still must have been in the Great Hall.

"How did you get around the girl's staircase enchantments?" she blurted out, and Harry merely grinned at her.

"Marauder's secret," he replied cheekily and she heavily scowled at him. He pulled his broom forward from where he had hidden it. "The charm doesn't activate if my feet don't touch the stairs."

Her scowl deepening, Hermione turned back to her bed to start packing her bag once again. Maybe she had accidentally used the note as a bookmark, and was in one of the books still in the library…

"What are you doing?" Harry asked. "You've missed lunch the past three days, and you not being in the library concerned me." Her eyes shot up to his.

"I'm looking for something, and no, you cannot help me. It's a...personal matter," she replied.

Harry's eyes flashed dangerously as he pushed off from the door jam to come further into the room. "You mean this love note that someone had written you?" he asked, holding up, to her horror, the note she had written the other day. He thought that someone else had written it to her? At that moment, she was so relieved that no actual names were mentioned.

"Since we first met, I knew I was in love with you. Your smile, your heart, your intelligence. You never give yourself enough credit. With all that you've been through, I want to think that I understand and support you. I am convinced that your stubbornness will get you killed, but not without me by your side. You deserve the world, and I want to give it to you." Harry leveled her with a look. "Who's been writing to you?" Hermione was very glad he didn't realize that the note had been for him. Other notes she had written had used names, and that would have been mortifying.

"Where did you find that?!" she couldn't help but ask, and internally winced at her sharp tone.

"In front of the fireplace last night after Ron made you angry. Who's been writing to you?" he replied easily. Hermione flushed darkly, battling with herself. Should she lie and say she didn't know? Or should she tell the truth and tell him the note was meant for him? "Is it from Viktor?"

Hermione's mind flashed to Viktor who, two years ago, had taken her to the Yule Ball and made her feel like a princess for the first time in her life. She shook her head no.

"Why does it matter? You've never done the brother routine with the other boys I've dated this past year," she pointed out, and it was Harry's turn to scowl as he stalked closer. He dropped the note onto the bed before grabbing her arms and pulling her in for a hug, one of the few he ever initiated that she could remember.

"It matters because I no longer want the role of brother. I want more."

Hermione's heart stuttered, and she tried to pull away, but he kept her close.

"I really like you, Hermione," he confessed, and she hid her face in his chest. She couldn't help the small laugh that bubbled past her lips, and when she felt his arms loosen, she hugged him back tightly.

"I'm surprised you didn't recognize my writing," she replied, and he blinked in surprise. "The note was meant for you, by the way. I had meant to burn it last night because I thought you didn't feel the same," she replied. Harry pulled back and held her at arm's length to give her a good long look.

"Hermione, will you go to Hogsmeade with me?" he asked, and she could only nod her head yes. He hugged her to him once more, and she just melted in his arms. "You like me back," he breathed out in amazement. Hermione couldn't help the smile on her face as she hugged him back.

"Always."