The Best Valentine's Day Ever by husker_fan_2006

Rating: G
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 15/02/2006
Last Updated: 15/02/2006
Status: Completed

Hermione hates Valentine's Day. To her, it's just a excuse for the candy and card
companies to make more money. But all that changes with a simple little gift and three little words
from that raven haired best friend of hers.




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The Best Valentine's Day Ever

Summary: Hermione hates Valentine's Day with a passion. In her opinion it's just a
stupid day that card and candy companies invented just to make money. It's just another day for
her to feel depressed. But with the help and kindness of her best friend, Harry Potter, it'll
be the best Valentine's Day ever. I wrote this a year ago and thought it'd be good for this
year too, it was just a cute little plot bunny that I couldn't get rid of, so here's an
extremely fluffy fic for y'all. One-shot. R&R!!!

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter or any of the other characters, and don't own the
song, 'You and Me' by Lifehouse.

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“I wonder what Draco will get me for Valentine's Day, or what we'll do. Think it'll
be something romantic, Hermione?” Ginny Weasley said to her friend the day before Valentine's
Day.

“I'm still trying to believe that Draco Malfoy actually *has* a romantic side, Ginny. I
can't imagine what he'll get you. Probably one of those school roses that are going around
this year.” Hermione said as she turned a page in her textbook, while Ginny sat and daydreamed. To
start a new tradition, the seventh year Herbology class had roses available for people to give
their sweethearts on Valentine's Day with a little message attached.

“So, do you have some romantic Valentine's date planned with someone?” Hermione snorted and
laughed.

“Yeah right. You know I hate Valentine's Day.”

“But *why*?”

“It's just a stupid day that the card companies and candy companies invented to make money.
It's pointless. And it's just another day for me to feel depressed because I'm single,
because the day is specially designed to ostracize single people.” Ginny looked at her friend
sympathetically.

“You're loved, Hermione. You have friends; you have no reason to be depressed.”

“I know I have friends.”

“Valentine's Day is just a day to tell people you love them, and it's a special romantic
day.”

“You're supposed to love people year-round, why do you need a day to say it?” Ginny
shrugged.

“I don't know, but maybe someday you'll change your mind. I have to go meet Draco,
I'll see you later.” Hermione made a face of disgust and shuddered. Ginny frowned and rolled
her eyes.

“Honestly, Hermione, you're almost as bad as my brother.”

“How dare you insult me like that! I at least have far past the emotional range of a
teaspoon.”

“Well, for someone who has the emotional range of a teaspoon, I hear he sure has a big date
thing planned for him and Luna.”

“Ron Weasley has a romantic side? That's a bigger surprise than Draco Malfoy having one, oh
my gosh, is the world coming to end?” Ginny laughed.

“I'll see you, Hermione.”

“Bye, Ginny.” Hermione closed her books and left the common room. She decided to go outside
because it was unseasonably warm for February 13th, and she wanted to enjoy it while it lasted. She
looked out the window and noticed she wasn't the only one. A majority of the school was outside
enjoying the warm day. On her way outside, she passed the red, pink and white decorations for
Valentine's Day. The doors of the Great Hall were open and she noticed the Head Boy and Girl in
there with a few teachers decorating for the dance the next day. Since Valentine's Day fell on
a Saturday, there was a special formal to celebrate the day. Hermione wasn't planning on going,
and she had to endure the long conversations between her roommates talking about dresses, hair and
makeup. Hermione finally made it outside and she headed for the lake to sit down under the tree
that she, Ron and Harry usually sat under in the spring. It was already occupied though; by Ron and
his girlfriend, Luna Lovegood. They heads were close together and they were talking, but suddenly
stopped when Hermione came within earshot.

“Hey, Hermione,” Ron said, ears going a little pink. Apparently his and Luna's conversation
would be embarrassing if anyone else knew about it.

“Hi.”

“What's up?”

“Nothing, just going for a walk.”

“I thought you were with Ginny, where'd she go?”

“Somewhere with Malfoy.” Ron's eyes narrowed.

“I swear, one of these days, if I ever see him with my sister, I'll…” He didn't finish,
because Luna stopped him.

“Ronald, just shush. Leave them alone, your sister's a big girl, she can take care of
herself.”

“But it's Malfoy.”

“I know but he's changed. It's Valentine's Day, be happy that she has someone to
spend it with that she loves. Like I do.” Hermione didn't hear the rest of the conversation;
she just waved a goodbye and walked in the direction of the Quidditch pitch. She saw her other best
friend, Harry Potter, up in the air on his Firebolt, practicing the Wronski Feint and other
Quidditch procedures for a Seeker. Hermione sat up in the stands, and Harry saw her and flew
towards her. He reached the stands and slid off the broom in one fluid motion once it was
stationary, something he'd perfected in his seven years of being a seeker.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself.”

“What are you up to?” Hermione heaved a huge sigh.

“Nothing, just walking around and avoiding the indoors. You practicing Feinting?” Harry smiled
and nodded.

“Yep. Wonky Feinting.” Hermione laughed and rolled her eyes.

“You're never going to let me forget that, are you?”

“Never. Wanna go for a ride?”

“Definitely not.”

“Why not?”

“You *know* I'm afraid of heights, Harry.”

“I know, we won't go that high.”

“Yeah, last time you told me that we were flying high over the Forbidden Forest, and I almost
fell.”

“Because you freaked out. Come on, I won't let you fall, I promise.”

“No. I'm not going.” Harry sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Come on, Hermione, you should overcome your fears and soar over the trees feeling the wind in
your face.”

“I think I'd rather not. My feet were meant to stay firmly on the ground at all times.”

“Come on, Hermione, come for a ride with me,” he coaxed and Hermione laughed in disbelief at his
stubbornness about this.

“No! Why are you so set on me going for a ride with you?”

“Because, you need to triumph over your fears.” Hermione then pretended to look thoughtful and
consider it.

“Well, let's see, maybe, *no*.”

“You're the most stubborn person I've ever seen, Hermione.”

“Listen to the pot calling the kettle black.”

“I'm *not* as stubborn as you.” Hermione laughed.

“You shouldn't lie, Harry.” Harry shook his head and changed the subject.

“Anyways, did you get all the stuff done in the library you wanted to?”

“No, because Ginny left me. Malfoy apparently is more important than her friends.” Harry made a
face of disgust.

“She's insane to be dating Malfoy.” Hermione nodded in agreement.

“And so, I'm just out here, wandering around, doing nothing. It's sad, it's not even
Valentine's Day and I'm already depressed.”

“Why do you get so depressed on Valentine's Day?”

“I just do. I don't know why," Changing the subject, Hermione said, "Well,
anyways, Mr. Potter, is your dorm room going to be big enough to hold all the roses you'll be
getting tomorrow?” Harry sighed.

“I hope there won't be that many.”

“You know there will be; almost every eligible girl in school probably has sent you one.” Harry
sighed again and rolled his eyes.

“I hate being the Boy Who Lived. The whole fame thing has never really appealed to me.”

“And do you have a big romantic date planned for tomorrow?”

“Nope.”

“Why not? It's not like there's a shortage of girls who'd kill to spend
Valentine's with you.”

“I don't want any of those girls. Anyways what about you? You got a hot date for the dance
tomorrow night?”

"Oh, yes, I've got big plans for tomorrow night," Hermione said, the comment
dripping with sarcasm.

"Are you even going to the dance?"

“Of course not. I hate Valentine's Day, remember? I'm boycotting it.”

“Oh yes, I forgot about your whole anti-Valentine's Day stuff. It's not just depression,
it's the boycott too.”

“Mm hm,” Hermione said nodding her head.

“If you had someone to go with, would you go?”

Hermione shrugged.

“Possibly. Not like it matters, though. Anyone who I'd have a chance at going with has plans
already.”

“Oh,” Harry said shortly. Climbing back onto his broom, he said, “Well, I'm going to go keep
practicing since you won't go for a ride with me. Unless you change your mind and want to go
for a ride.”

“Don't hold your breath, Harry. I'll see you later in the Common Room.” Harry nodded and
took off back onto the Quidditch pitch, and Hermione sat and watched him for a little bit before
going back into the castle to grab a book and then head back outside to sit by the lake and
read.

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The next morning, Hermione was suddenly jerked out of her dreams when she heard a squeal of
excitement. She sat up and pulled back the curtains around her bed. Lavender had two roses, both
from Seamus Finnigan, and flowers and candy surrounding her bed. Hermione's jaw dropped, she
had never seen so many flowers and candy given to one person in all her life.

“Look what Seamus sent me!” Lavender said excitedly, bouncing up and down with exhilaration.

“He sent you *all* those?” Lavender nodded enthusiastically. Hermione smiled and said,
“They're beautiful, Lavender.”

“I know, he's so sweet!” Parvati then woke up too and also squealed when she saw her roses
on her bedside table and saw Lavender's flowers. The two girls went into hysterics talking
about their flowers and the day ahead of them. Hermione rolled her eyes and lay back down on her
bed. She turned onto her side and saw a rose on her bedside table. She closed her eyes, but then it
registered in her head that there was a rose on her table. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up.
She picked up the rose, and doing so, she caught Lavender and Parvati's attention. They quickly
got out of bed and ran over to Hermione's bed and sat on either side of her. Hermione sat in a
sort of shock. Who would send her a rose?

“Ooh, Hermione, who's it from?” Lavender said in awe.

“I don't know.”

“Well, open the card!” Hermione opened the card attached to the rose with a red ribbon and read
it.

*Hermione: Today's not worth being depressed over. Try to look at the bright side of the
day, not the bad. Have fun and enjoy it. Happy Valentine's Day. Harry.*

A sympathy rose. Well, sympathy rose or not, Hermione appreciated the thought. Of course
Lavender and Parvati took it by a totally different meaning; they went into hysterics again, going
on about how Harry and Hermione made the perfect couple.

“Are you going to the dance tonight?” Parvati said, as according to Lavender and her,
Hermione's rose opened up the possibility that Hermione would go.

“Of course not.”

“Oh come on, Hermione, you *have* to go! Harry'll be there!”

“So? This is just a sympathy rose. We were talking yesterday about the roses and how I get so
depressed on Valentine's Day, and he must have bought it last night.”

“Sympathy rose? Yeah right. I don't believe that Harry would just give you a rose because he
felt sorry for you. It's something else.”

“Not necessarily…”

“Lavender's right, Hermione,” Parvati said, cutting Hermione's statement off. Lavender
took Hermione's hand and pulled her up onto her feet and dragged her over to the closet that
the three of them shared.

“Come on, Hermione, you and I are the same size, you can wear one of my dresses.” Hermione shook
her head, and Lavender and Parvati whined at the same time,

“Come *on,* Hermione!” Hermione sighed, and finally gave in.

“Fine, I'll go.” Lavender and Parvati squealed and Parvati joined Lavender in looking for a
dress while Hermione went back to her bed and conjured a vase full of water and set the rose in it.
She put it on her bedside table next to the picture of Harry, Hermione, and Ron together on the
last day of sixth year.

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“Hermione, you look perfect!”

“It looks like too much.”

“No, it's not, it's perfect.” Lavender put the finishing touches on Hermione's make
up while Parvati put the finishing touches on her hair. They had gotten ready extra early so they
could help Hermione get ready. Hermione sat in a chair, in a shimmery silver halter dress that form
fitted until Hermione's hips and then flared out slightly to her toes. Starting at the top of
the dress by the left strap was a string of small rhinestones that spiraled around the dress all
the way to the hem at the bottom. Parvati had used a tool similar to a muggle straightner to make
her hair straight and smooth and soft and then she curled it, pulling part of it back and held it
up with silver combs and clips, while the rest fell around her shoulders. Lavender had put eyeliner
on her, light pink eye shadow, and black mascara. She had put foundation on her face, concealer and
a little blush. Hermione had on her diamond teardrop earrings that her parents had given her for
her seventeenth birthday that glittered in the light every time she turned her head. Once they were
finished, Lavender and Parvati admired their work. Lavender declared it…

“Beautiful.”

“Harry will love it,” Parvati said. Hermione rolled her eyes as Lavender slid a pair of heels on
her feet. Parvati pulled her on her feet and they made Hermione walk the length of the room to see
if she'd be able to walk in the stiletto strappy heels. She pulled it off fine, the netting
beneath her skirt swishing as she walked. Lavender put on her shoes too, and walked with Hermione,
like she was on a runway, and asked the girls if the shoes matched her blue strapless dress. They
did, and Parvati did the same thing as Lavender, and also asked the girls if her shoes matched her
pale yellow dress. After they were done, the three of them left the room. Seamus was waiting for
Lavender at the foot of the girls' staircase in his black dress robes that looked more like a
tux than dress robes. Ron stood with him; he would walk down to the Great Hall with the Gryffindors
and meet up with Luna there. Seamus smiled and gave Lavender a kiss, telling her she looked
beautiful. Ron's jaw dropped when he saw Hermione.

“Hermione? Is that you?”

“Yes, it's me, Ron.”

“Wow, you look beautiful. I thought you weren't going?”

“I have very persistent roommates.”

“Where's Harry?” Seamus raised an eyebrow in question at his girlfriend.

“Why would you care where Harry is?” Lavender shrugged nonchalantly.

“Just curious.”

“He's down at the Great Hall already,” Ron said. The five of them went down to the Great
Hall. Parvati's date from Ravenclaw was waiting for her at the foot of the stairs. Seamus had
his arm linked with Lavender's and they left Ron and Hermione by themselves. Ron smiled at
Hermione and offered her his arm. She smiled and linked her arm with his. Hermione tried not to
trip over her dress and her heels as they made their appearance into the Great Hall. Ginny came up
to them dragging Malfoy with her. She looked very nice in her dark green strapless dress. She
grinned at Hermione and gave her a hug.

“Hermione, you came! You look beautiful,” she said, holding her at arm's length to look her
up and down.

“Thank you.” They noticed that Malfoy and Ron had a glaring match going, each one trying to out
glare the other.

“Come on, Draco, let's go,” Ginny said, sensing danger. The two left and went out onto the
dance floor. Ron went to join Luna at a table and Hermione found Harry sitting at a table by
himself in his new black dress robes that also looked more like a tux. She made her way over to sit
with him, everyone commenting on her appearance along the way. Everyone told her she looked pretty,
and it made her blush to hear the compliments. Harry's jaw dropped slightly and he smiled when
he saw Hermione.

“Wow. Hermione, you look…beautiful.”

“Thank you, you look good yourself,” Hermione said, returning the smile. Harry stood and pulled
a chair out for Hermione and she sat down, and Harry sat next to her. Soon dinner was announced and
everyone sat down at the tables and ate dinner. Luna and Ron joined Harry and Hermione at their
table, and they had fun talking about whatever came to mind. After that, the dancing officially
started. Ron and Luna went out onto the dance floor, and once a slow song had started, Hermione
asked Harry if he wanted to dance, and they went out onto the dance floor.

*What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time
* “I thought you weren't going to come tonight. That you were boycotting the whole
thing today.” Hermione shrugged.

“I changed my mind. You were right.”

“About what?”

“About what you wrote in the card that came with my rose this morning. I shouldn't look at
all the bad things about Valentine's Day, and make the best of it.” Realization came over
Harry's face when he remembered what he had written.

“So you liked the rose?”

“Yes, I did. Even if it was just a sympathy rose.”

“It wasn't a sympathy rose.”

“Yeah it was, you bought it for me after we talked last night.”

“No I didn't, I bought that for you a long time ago. I bought it a couple days after they
started selling them.”

*
Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you*

“You did?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“What difference does it make?”

“A lot of difference.”

“Why do you have to analyze it? Why can't you just leave it at that I bought you a
rose?”

“Because it doesn't make sense. Why would you send me one unless you felt sorry for me?
Unless you were rubbing it in my face, which I know you wouldn't do.”

“Well, this isn't going exactly the way I had thought it would.”

*
All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You've got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here*

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“I planned this all out, Hermione. I planned to send that rose to you weeks ago. And then I was
going to convince you to go to the dance, and I was going to tell you.”

“Tell me what?”*

Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you*

“I sent that rose for a reason, and not to feel sorry for you.”

“Then what for?”

“I sent it to you because I love you.” Hermione's jaw dropped.

“*What*?” She said breathlessly, in shock at what her best friend had just told her.

“I love you, I've loved you since the day I met you. It just took me till fifth year to
realize it.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“*Why* would you love me?”

“Because, I just do.”

“But *why*?”

“There you go, analyzing everything again.”

“But it doesn't make any sense, Harry. You could have any girl in this school, why would you
fall in love with your best friend?”

“Because that best friend knows me almost as well as well as the back of her hand. Because that
best friend has always been there for me. Because I just love her. Love doesn't have to make
sense, Hermione. There doesn't have to be any logic to it.”

*There's something about you now
I can't quite figure out
Everything she does is beautiful
Everything she does is right
* Hermione looked up at Harry. Harry's hands left Hermione's waist and cupped her
face. He pulled her closer and Hermione shut her eyes just as her lips met his. It was like
fireworks exploded in her body, making her feel tingly all over. Hermione opened her eyes once the
kiss was broken and tears filled her eyes as she looked at the man who just told her he loved her.
Loved her. No one had ever told her that before and actually meant it except her family. She smiled
and a tear slowly started to slide down her cheek. Harry smiled and wiped the tear away with his
thumb.

“Well, if I would've known this would make you cry, I might not have said anything.”
Hermione laughed and shook her head.

“No, I'm just…happy.” They tightened their hold on one another and Hermione leaned her head
on Harry's shoulder, and wiped away another tear.

*Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of
You and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you*

“You know what?” Hermione said as she lifted her head off Harry's shoulder.

“What?”

“This has been…the best Valentine's Day ever. And I never thought I'd say that.” She
smiled and they kissed again. After the kiss was broken again, Harry said,

“See, Valentine's Day isn't all that bad is it?”

“No I guess not. So then, are we official, or just two friends who kiss every once in a
while?”

“Do you want it to be official?”

“Yeah. I think I do.”

“Alright, then yes, we are.”

“But yes, you're right, Valentine's Day's isn't all that bad. But if you plan on
keeping me till the next one, it'll be hard to top this one.”

“I'll come up with something. I have a whole year to think about it.” They both smiled and
kissed again. After a little while of silence, Harry spoke again.

“You know that rose I sent to you?”

“Yeah?”

“It's not just an ordinary rose, by the way. It's charmed to never wilt and die. Twenty
years from now it will still be the same deep red that it is today. So you'll always be able to
remember this Valentine's Day and how I love you.” Hermione smiled tearfully at him touched by
the gesture.

“Thank you, Harry. You have no idea how much I love it. And I'll love it forever.” Harry
smiled and he took her hand and spun her around before pulling her back into his arms as the song
started coming to an end.

*What day is it?
And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive*

*****~* Ten years later *~*

“So that's where the rose came from then?” Twenty-seven year old Hermione nodded at her
nearly seven-year-old daughter, Aurora. Aurora picked the rose up and softly touched it to her nose
and inhaled the scent that was still as strong as it had been ten years ago.

“So do you still hate Valentine's Day?”

“No, but now it's gotten to the point where it's just another day. It's nothing
overly special. But anyways, it's time to go to bed now.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes, you do.” Hermione tucked her daughter into bed and turned off the light. She picked up the
rose and gave Aurora a kiss on the forehead.

“G'night, Rory.”

“'Night Mommy.” Hermione left the room, closing the door softly behind her. She crossed the
hall into her bedroom that she shared with her husband of eight years. He was sitting in bed,
pillows propped up behind him, reading a book that Hermione suggested he read. He looked up at his
wife and nodded at the rose in her hand.

“What did you have that out for?”

“Aurora saw it this evening before she was getting ready for bed and asked me about it.” He
nodded and placed his bookmark in the book and set it on the bedside table while Hermione put the
rose back into its vase on her dresser and changed into her pajamas and crawled into bed. He shut
the lamp off and kissed his wife.

“Good night, love.”

“G'night.”

“And Happy Valentine's Day. I love you.” Hermione smiled.

“I love you too. So much.” He pulled her into his arms and she laid her head on his chest as he
placed one last kiss in her hair. Soon he was asleep though Hermione laid awake thinking. Mostly
remembering. That rose had been the first and last one she'd ever received. Nothing
could've topped that rose, so she'd requested to never be given flowers for Valentine's
Day or any other occasion. She smiled as she thought of her husband and all of the memories she
shared with him, both good and bad, and she was glad that she had gone to that dance all those
years ago. She picked her head up off of her husband's chest and kissed him lightly on the
lips.

“I love you, Harry.”*
* *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A/n: Aww!! I liked this fic. It was just a cute little plot bunny that hopped up on my desk and
suddenly the ideas just flowed from my mind to my fingertips. But anyways, hope you enjoyed this
little fic for Valentine's Day. I'm like Hermione in the beginning of this fic, I hate
Valentine's Day too; it makes me feel depressed. We have something similar to roses at my
school, only they're Valentine's cookies, and they have little things written on them like,
I love you, friends forever, be mine, etc. Anyways, whether you had a special evening planned with
your significant other or hung out with your friends, or spent the evening with your family, I hope
you had a happy Valentine's Day!

Husker_fan_2006

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