Note: This is a work of fanfiction, not anything else. All rights to Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling. This was originally published on fanfiction.net under my penname of TheTruthIsInsideOfYou
Ron simply raised his wand and shouted “Conjunctivitis!”
Harry was too quick “Protego!” A shield erupted in front of Hermione and Harry. The blue jet of light from the curse rebounded and hit Ron’s eyes. He stumbled backwards in an almost comic way. ‘Crack!’ Ron’s head had hit the steps and he passed out. Now, on to the next chapter.
” ‘Mione, are you okay?” Harry asked as McGonagall left. He turned and looked at her seriously.
She gave him a tired smile in return, “Yeah, I’m just ready to go to sleep.” She saw Harry’s worried face and gave him a comforting hug. “I’ll be fine Harry! I’m worried about you, will you be fine?”
“With you by my side, I can get through anything. I’m a bit peeved with Ron, but he’ll come round, he always does.” He picked Hermione up and laughed as she giggled.
“Harry James Potter! Put me down now!” she said in as strict a voice as possible. She was giggling the whole time, though. Harry ran up the stairs despite Hermione’s protests and swiftly put her down on the landing.
“Awww, what’d you do that for? I don’t wanna go to bed..” Hermione mumbled as she said this and stifled a yawn.
“But you do Hermione. You know you want to sleep.” Harry checked his watch. “And no wonder why? It’s gone 2 am!” Harry stifled a yawn and walked Hermione to the stairs leading to the Girls Dormitory.
“Well,” Harry began, dragging his hand through his hair, “Goodnight ‘Mione. Don’t forget to wake me up to open presents.” Harry then gave Hermione a hug and looked her in the eyes. ‘She has such beautiful eyes. Hermione looks so beautiful right now. I could just kiss her.’ Harry then plucked up all his courage and slowly leaned his head toward Hermione’s. He closed his eyes and gently crushed his lips to hers.
Hermione saw Harry turn towards her and look into her eyes. ‘my gosh, he has such green eyes. What is he? His head is coming closer. Is he going to?’ She felt his lips crush onto hers. Just as she realized what had happened his lips went away.
“Go-Goodnight Harry. I’ll get you up before I open my presents, don’t worry.” Hermione then leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Harry watched as Hermione walked up the stairs to her dorm. ‘She is one of the prettiest girls here, how did I not notice that before tonight?’ Harry fell asleep thinking about his feelings towards a one Hermione Granger.
Hermione felt giddy inside. She just had her first kiss. And her first kiss was with Harry Potter! The boy she’d fancied since he saved her from the troll in first year. She fell into a peaceful sleep.
Harry was having a wonderful dream. He and Hermione were in a meadow chasing each other. He tackled Hermione, flipping her onto his shoulders. As he did this he heard someone faintly calling his name.
“Harry, Harry wake up!” Hermione sighed in exasperation. It was nearly eight on Christmas Day. Harry showed no sign of getting up
Harry tried to keep his face perfectly neutral as he shifted. He rolled over so he was facing Hermione and quickly wrapped his right arm around Hermione’s waist. Seeing that her had her securely in his grasp Harry quickly rolled onto his back pulling Hermione on top of him.
“Wha- AH! Harry!” Hermione giggled as she landed on top of him. “I should have known you weren’t asleep.” Hermione grumbled. Harry seized the opportunity and his hands flew to Hermione’s waist. He was mercilessly tickling her.
“Harr- Harry! Stop It!” Hermione giggled uncontrollably.
“Oh no Miss Granger. I won’t stop until you say sorry for waking me up this early.” Harry was now laughing as well and his green eyes were sparkling with amusement. He stopped for a second, to put his glasses on, but Hermione was too quick. She had her hands on Harry’s waist and was tickling him. She was laughing heartily.
Harry grabbed Hermione’s hands and flipped her so he was the one on top.
“Ahhh! Harry! What was that-” Hermione stopped mid sentence and glanced to her left. Her face took on a more serious look. Neville Longbottom was standing next to the curtains of Harry’s four poster with an amused look on his face. All around the dorm Harry’s roommates were looking questioningly at the pair.
“What’s wrong ‘Mione?” Harry asked before he looked around the room. “Oh.” Harry fell on top of Hermione. His mind was racing. ‘What are they thinking is going on? This is awkard.’
“Happy Christmas?” he spoke to the room At the same time Harry rolled off of Hermione and offered her his hand. The entire room erupted into laughter. Harry felt his face flush so he turned around and pulled Hermione up from his bed. He gave her a crooked smile and whispered “Meet you in the Common Room in a bit.” Hermione smiled shyly and left the boys dorm.
All eyes turned to Harry. “What? She tried to wake me up so I started to tickle her. Nothing more.” He sighed exasperatedly and dug in his trunk for clothing. Harry changed into a black pair of jeans and a grey t shirt. He also put an emerald green jumper that matched his eyes on. Harry again dug through his trunk and fished out a set of neatly wrapped presents.
Last Hogsmeade weekend Harry had snuck off to find the perfect present for Hermione. He’d spent hours looking for a good gift before the book caught his eye. He had looked through the entire store and had almost given up when he saw the book. It was a first edition of Hogwarts, A History. Harry knew that was the perfect gift as he saw the way the gold lined pages sparkled and seemed to call out ‘Hermione’ to him. He also bought Hermione a bag made to hold infinite amount of books and stay at a reasonable weight.
Harry slowly made his way down to the common room with the presents hidden behind his back. He saw Hermione sitting in his favorite armchair by the fireplace with two cups of what looked like cocoa and a wrapped package.
Hermione was sitting in the squishy armchair by the fire thinking about Harry and his ridiculous tickling fest from earlier that morning. ‘What has got into him? He wasn’t that carefree, well not since first year. But it is a nice sight to see’ Hermione was interrupted from her musings when a shadow fell over her.
“Hey Harry” Hermione called to her best friend. “Want some cocoa?” she smiled at him and offered the other cup she was holding to him. Harry smiled and took the cup.
“Since when have you known me to refuse cocoa? And here Hermione, I have something for you. I hope you like it.” Harry smiled a goofy grin and produced the two boxes.
“Well Mr. Potter I have something for you too. Happy Christmas.” She gave Harry a wink and tossed him a heavy box wrapped in paper with snitches flying around the paper.
“Well then, who goes first, you or me?” Harry asked as he squeezed himself next to Hermione in the armchair. She looked up at him questioningly. “What? I can’t sit next to you in my favorite chair? And I say ladies first on the presents.”
“Isn’t this just a bit uncomfortable Harry? I’m kind of squished here.” Harry gave Hermione his best puppy dog eyes and she moved to sit on his lap so they could share the chair.
“I hope you know that won’t always work on me Harry.” Hermione said as she sighed contentedly and began to open her presents. Harry looked down at her as she opened the book. Hermione’s eyes went wide with surprise and excitement. She was in awe of Harry’s gift.
“It’s perfect. Harry! You shouldn’t have! It must have cost a fortune! Where did you find one? Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” She exclaimed happily while she examined the book.
“Hermione, that’s not all. Open the book. There’s something special in there for you.” He was smiling warmly at Hermione and his heart felt like it would explode. Hermione was happy. He picked the best gift he could. She looked up at Harry incredulously as if there was nothing better than the book.
She opened the book and on the inside of the cover was a gold plaque with the inscription:
To my best friend and anchor Hermione. You have always been there for me, even when everyone else abandoned me. You are the best friend I could ever imagine. This is the most perfect present for the most perfect girl in the world.
~ Love, Harry James Potter~
Hermione’s eyes welled up with tears. Not only did her Harry give her a first edition book of Hogwarts, A History but he had a gold plate with a heartfelt inscription added to it. Hermione turned around and wrapped her arms around Harry’s chest and put her head on his shoulder. Harry immediately hugged Hermione back and smiled.
“Th-Thank you Harry. That’s the best present anyone has ever given me. I can’t thank you enough.” She gave Harry a watery smile and a peck on the cheek.
“Hermione that gift is just a tiny token of my appreciation. I don’t know how to express how much you mean to me. You are the only one I can trust not to betray me. I know you’ll always be there for me so I need some way to show you just how much I care and appreciate it.” With that said Harry leaned down and slowly brought his lips to Hermione’s.