It was the morning after the exciting and exhausting 'egg hunt' against a ravenous and wrathful dragon. Harry felt that he had barely managed to survive, if it had not been for that spell and his ability to fly on the broomstick, he would not be alive.

"Maybe it would have been better this way..." Harry thought pessimistically, his mood lower than his Potions performance.

He hoped that with the victory of the previous day, the situation would improve but nothing, it remained completely unchanged.

Everyone still wore those stupid 'potter sucks!' badges around school, they still called him an attention-seeking megalomaniac, and to make matters worse, his best friend still wouldn't say a word to him.

Sitting alone at the Gryffindor table, he looked through the many tasty dishes served for breakfast to see if his favorite redhead was there.

Nothing.

He sighed bitterly, taking out his frustration on a defenseless piece of bacon.

A dull thud woke him from his thoughts, causing him to jump and send the bacon flying, only for a hungry Seamus to bite into it, much to the applause of his friend Dean.

Harry turned and saw his other best friend, the person he had spent the most time with during this period, sitting next to him and instead of a plate to eat from, there was a huge, well-worn tome.

He smiled, she would devour that book...metaphorically.

"Light breakfast, Hermione?" he commented sarcastically and her friend rolled her eyes.

"I was just reading something that might help us with the egg."

"The egg? Oh, I just ate it." Hermione rolled her eyes again but Harry could swear the corners of her mouth were smiling.

"You know exactly what egg I'm talking about. I thought, well, it made sense to start preparing before we're left to the last second again."

"We? I have to do the next task, not you." Harry retorted annoyed and the other's enthusiasm seemed to suddenly fade. "Oh, I thought, you know, we were a team and-" "Hermione," He interrupted her. "Don't get me wrong, I really appreciate all the help you've given me during this time. But…I don't want to cause you any more trouble."

The girl looked down and muttered something under her breath. "What did you say?" Harry asked. "I said," she raised her voice slightly, "that if it had been Ron and not me, you would have said yes immediately!"

"But it's not tru-" "IT IS!" She replied angrily, her eyes slightly moist.

"He just doesn't understand women. " Seamus whispered amused as he watched the scene, making Dean burst into laughter.

"Are you saying I prefer Ron to you? It's not a competition, Hermione, I love you as much as him." He sighed, slightly tired. "Please, I don't want to argue with you too." She looked up hurt and looked straight into his green eyes like brilliant emeralds.

" Forgive me Harry…I'm…I'm just a little tired." She admitted, having wasted the whole night looking for informations for that damned Task. He knew it and placed his huge calloused hand on her delicate and chapped one. They continued for a few seconds to enjoy that comfortable contact until…

A cough made Harry turn away.

Ron was standing there, in front of him! He seemed to be smiling. The redhead raised a chilled glass of pumpkin juice and offered it to him. Harry knew then that this was a way of making peace.

He smiled euphorically, took that glass without hesitation and drank it all in one gulp until the world around him began to blur…

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"…Harry? Harry are you okay?" Hermione tried to call her best friend but he didn't seem to be listening, his eyes wandering into space. "YOU! What did you make him drink?!" She shouted accusingly at Ron who, still smiling, took the glass from his friend's hand and placed it on the table.

"One minute, gentlemen." Ron spoke loud and clear in the Great Hall, causing silence to fall. All eyes fell on him. "This is the moment of truth. I have given the man I considered a brother a very powerful truth serum prepared by yours truly."

There were a few gasps and comments of surprise in the Hall. Hermione quickly took the glass and sniffed the contents, to make sure they were genuine. "This is not a truth serum…this is just brandy!"

"If you want to find the truth, talk to a child or a drunk man. Ingenious, very ingenious. Ten points to Gryffindor for this brilliant deduction!" commented the old headmaster, always proud of his students.

"well well well, Harry. We want to know everything…were you the one who put your name in the goblet, trying to draw all the attention to yourself as usual?!"

Harry froze and the redhead had to tug lightly on his shoulder to finally get an answer.

"hic…no, it wasn't me."

Ron clenched his fingers tightly into his palm. The boy was a tough nut to crack, but he could get him to confess everything.

"Tell the truth. Did you have someone else put it on?!"

Harry was staggering like a boxer who had just taken a beating and smiled crookedly. "No, no…hic."

Ron felt his ears smoking with anger. Okay, he would change his approach.

"How strange… I knew you liked having all this attention on you, especially now. Don't you agree?"

Harry continued to grin like an idiot even though his gaze had darkened a little.

"Hic…no I…hic…I don't like it. I don't want to see those pins…" he wavered toward the Hufflepuff table, especially the other Hogwarts champion. "Humble and friendly my ass! HIC…And you too HIC …you damn Cedric…I help you and yet you make fun of me like everyone else does! I thought you were different but instead you're a real asshole! YOU ARE…HIC…THE CHAMPION OF ASSHOLES!"

The Hufflepuff champion's ears turned red with anger as people from other tables laughed at him.

"Stop it, Ron! Don't you understand? This is the truth! Harry didn't do anything to end up in this stupid tournament!" Hermione protested, who had stood up, challenging the boy she had once considered a friend.

The redhead bristled at the sight of her ready to defend that megalomaniac until a diabolical idea crossed his mind, smiling mercilessly.

"You know, buddy, I didn't think you'd make a mistake like that." "Miss? Burp," the other shook his head, preparing to strike his best shot. "You know, I get it all. You put your name in the goblet TO STEAL ALL OF MY HERMIONE'S ATTENTION! YOU WANTED TO HAVE HER ALL TO YOURSELF!"

There was a shocked murmur and many jaws dropped at that shocking revelation.

"Your Hermione?" Hermione leaned even closer to the duo. "YOUR HERMIONE?! FOR GOODNESS'S SAKE RON, DON'T YOU REALIZE HOW RIDICULOUS YOU ARE?!" She hated being in this situation, especially finding herself crying against her will in front of the entire school (and two other foreign schools.)

"Hic." Harry seemed to wake up at the screams. "I didn't put that name…BUT…HIC-" Ron's face seemed to light up the whole school. "Come on…come on, confess!"

"Hic…Even though this time was hell…hic…having Hermione by my side was the best time of my life."

Silence returned to the Great Hall and Harry turned to the crying girl.

"Hermione I think…hic…I'm in love with you." He gloated at her words. "Y-you're joking…right?" She asked hesitantly, incredulous at his unexpected confession.

"I thought I was attracted to…Hic…other girls. There was Cho, my god Cho! She has the best ass in the whole school!"

There were a few whistles of approval as the aforementioned Ravenclaw girl attempted to hide her tomato-red face behind a ceramic plate.

"Oh Pansy…she looks really adorable with that bob. And…HIC…Angelina! She's gorgeous! She has a body like a statue of a Greek goddess!"

" I second that !" his friend Fred joked, giving an embarrassed Angelina a sly wink.

"And then there was…" He stopped, noticing that the girl in front of him, besides still being blurry, was looking at him with an adorable pout and her hands on her hips. She was really cute even when she was angry. "You know thath you're really cute when you get angry?" There was some laughter. "Yeah, I mean…HIC-" Harry continued speaking. "I think you're the most beautiful of all. Your teeth are the most beautiful things I've ever seen!" Hermione's cheeks caught fire.

"What are you talking about, they make me look like a bunny…" "The cutest bunny I've ever seen!" he held back yet another sob with an inhuman effort.

"And…And n-not only are HIC the most beautiful. You are amazing, wonderful in every way! You are the sweetest person I have ever met…HIC!" He staggered but did not fall.

"You always helped me at every moment…and HIC…I always behaved like an asshole! Actually…Hic…like Cedric!"

Dean couldn't hold back and spat all the pumpkin juice on the table, holding his belly in laughter.

"I was also angry HIC about that stupid broom and…HIC." "Good grief Harry," Hermione interrupted him. "It was natural for you to be angry, I was selfish and didn't realize I was getting in the way of your passion and-" "SHHHHHH…HIC!" He sobbed again, placing his index finger on her lips. A pleasant shiver ran down her spine at his so authoritative and possessive gesture.

"No, I was a Cedric…HIC! Vernon should continue to beat me every day of my miserable life for the way I treated you…"

The students looked at each other in confusion and even the slytherin Malfoy, who had proclaimed himself Potter's number one enemy, was perplexed to hear such a revelation. No one at the staff table noticed Professor Snape furiously stabbing the headmaster's right hand with a fork, who bit his tongue so as not to be heard by anyone.

"Harry, no one should hit you." "Everyone should hit me…HIC…that's why I never told you my…my feelings before…HIC…because you deserve to be happy and not be with a horrible person like…HIC…like me…"

He looked down, smiling at his shoes.

"Potter sucks…" repeating that undeniable reality to himself.

"IT'S NOT TRUE!"

He didn't notice his favorite hands cupping his face and bringing it to her chapped lips. At that moment, his head spun even more vertically and the air seemed to run out of his lungs.

It was the best feeling ever.

After a few seconds, the girl let go, freeing the young man's lips. He didn't even have time to stagger when, turning around, a strong impact hit him right in the face, making the world around him completely black...

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Harry woke up in pain in the place he frequented most at Hogwarts: the hospital Wing.

"The head uurgh…" he groaned, both from the brandy and from the punch he had received in the face. All the memories of what he had said hit him like a scarlet train and soon his pale cheeks were bright red.

A light cough caught his attention. Sitting next to his bed was Hermione. The girl he had confessed his feelings to…in front of the whole school…drunk…over a single glass of brandy. He buried his head under the sheets, hoping to become invisible.

In an instant, the sheets were lifted straight away and he found himself inches away from Hermione's olive-colored face, her hazel eyes and the huge mop of curly hair on her head peering up at him with amusement.

"Hello." She greeted him in the warmest, sweetest voice he'd ever heard. He stumbled and stammered incomprehensibly as she looked at him, smiling, as if he were the most interesting thing on the planet. Maybe she'd had a glass of Ron's brandy, too.

"You know, I may not be that Ravenclaw Seeker but I assure you my ass is just as good as hers." She joked mischievously and Harry swallowed, embarrassed.

"EHUMMUHUM…" "Shhh" she shushed him, placing her finger over his lips.

After a few seconds, she took it off him and slowly approached him…

Their lips met again and Harry pulled her closer, running a hand through her untamed mane of curls and she through his wavy, midnight-black hair.

Their lips parted reluctantly, both panting.

"Hermione I…" "Harry." She cut him off, hugging him warmly. Ignoring the tears that were streaming down his cheeks, he hugged her back, holding her close...

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AN: Hi! This is my first time writing a Harmony story, I had this idea that was perfect for this pair! I hope you enjoyed reading it!