Harry Potter was fucked. SUPER FUCKED.

It was the last day of Hogwarts, an event which already left Harry fucked as it entailed him going back to his incredibly lovely relatives. Though this year was slightly different, okay maybe that was an underexaggerating.

Harry had fought in the Tri-Wizard tournament, abandoned by his school mates for half the year and saw a fellow school mate die at the hands of his mortal enemy. Great. Just GREAT.

This obviously left Harry in a pit of depression, survival guilt and a tinge bit of anxiety. Voldemort was out there somewhere.

That's when he felt the kiss, Hermione Granger his female best friend had kissed him on the cheek. She had never done it before and that says a lot considering that Hermione is a very hands-on type of person.

It had left him wondering why he felt a funny feeling when she withdrew from his face, why was his spine shivering?

He watched as her figure withdrew into the ever growing crowd, his eyes dawned in understanding the second he saw her luscious brown hair fading out of sight. "I fancy her."

The statement was so simple, yet so powerful. As if he had finally confronted a large elephant in the room, but in this case it seemed to have been hidden beneath quite a large invisibility cloak.. or Harry was just being blind. An explanation which is not so ridiculous especially considering his usage of glasses.. maybe he needs one for his mind too?

A normal person would think over their feelings, understand them and carefully plan how to confess their care for the certain individual. Harry Potter was not a normal person. HE WAS A BLOODY GRYFINDOR.

The Potter abruptly left Fred & George who was still thanking him for the prize money and rushed after where Hermione had disappeared into.

He was going to confess!

The view of her beautiful golden mane came into his sight, the light reflecting perfectly over those divine curls. She looked incredibly good from the back, had she grown more curvier? Harry was close! He was going to capture her.

The Potter launched himself at his target, tackling her from behind as he tried to replicate the trademark Hermione Hug. "I FANCY YOU HERMIONE! PLEASE TELL ME YOU LIKE ME BACK!", yelled Harry as he returned the favour onto her left cheek with his eyes closed.

"I think you can open your eyes now, Harry", said a female voice. A female voice which was not Hermione.

Harry snapped open his eyes and was met with a near identical copy of his best friend, but with brilliant blue eyes and a few wrinkles. A sight that was not as appeasing as the girl who stood behind them, with the honey brown eyes he had grown to love. The girl in question was barley able to control her laughter.

The Potter yelped and released the poor woman, 'I AM SO SORRY MA'AM! I- I- DIDN- KNOW!"

"It's quite alright, darling. Your practically family at this point, considering how many times Hermione has mentioned you in her letters back home", quipped Emma Granger

This earned a brilliant blush from Hermione, who glued her eyes onto the book she was idly carrying.

"But I can't say its alright for the man behind me, though", whispered Emma in mock graveness as she gestured behind her.

Harry gulped as his eyes kept rising until his head was now nearly 90 degrees from where he started.

A 6'6 man, with dark black hair and honey brown eyes with arms the size of Dudley's bulging stomach walked towards the scrawny teen as he wrapped his hands lazily around Emma Granger.

"I need to be more careful, or else I might lose my wife!", chuckled Daniel Granger.

Harry began to nod fast, his forehead was now covered in a sheen of sweat. Who knew that meeting Hermione's father would be more terrifying than facing Voldemort.

"Well, it seems like you have some business to get done! Harry", advised Mrs. Granger as she nudged him towards Hermione who was trying to slink away out of embarrassment.

Harry only moved two steps towards her direction before looking back nervously at Mr. Granger.

"Oh sod off, I have been listening to my daughter rant on and on about you for four years. Just get married at this point", muttered Daniel Granger as he pinched his brow. It seemed like Harry's lack of bravery was really frustrating to the older man who just shoved him towards Hermione.

This one push was enough for him to not only crash into Hermione, but pin her against the wall. Their noses were basically brushing into each other with every turn of their head.

"Was everything you said there true... Harry?", asked Hermione with vulnerability in her tone.

"Yes", he breathed out confidently.

This caused the brightest witch of her age to lean in and press her lips firmly against his own. Years of frustration over an unrequited love flowed through her very body, causing her to kiss him in way's which certainly could not be considered appropriate in public.

They broke off the kiss, after hearing an elderly woman mutter about how indecent kids were these days.

Harry however did not care, a sudden sense of relief and happiness flowed into him. He had nothing to worry about! He was carefree.

That was until he locked onto a pair of honey-brown eyes. Only this time, it was accompanied with a heavy set brow ridge and a slight hood in his eyes.

Daniel Granger gave Harry a look that said they would talk about this later.

"Oh Merlin", sweared Harry.