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.
It was slow, loving, and tender, everything a first kiss should be. Both Harry and Hermione pored all of the love and feelings that had been building since meeting on the Hogwarts Express four and a half years ago. They stayed in the kiss until the need for air forced them apart.
Harry had a grin a mile wide when he looked down at Hermione. He gave her his trademark lopsided smile, the one he only gave Hermione. “H-Harry. That was… That was…” Hermione looked at him blushing slightly.
“What was it Hermione? I thought it was perfect, just a perfect as the girl I kissed. That was the best kiss I’ve ever had. Mind you it is the only kiss I’ve had. But I couldn’t be happier about it. Or who it was with for that matter.” Harry smiled and gave Hermione a re-assuring squeeze on the arm. “How about I open my present from you now?”
“Harry, I was going to say that was unexpected, especially coming from you. You usually aren’t this, forward with your feelings. I remember when you would never hug me unless I started the hug. But yes, I will say that is the best, and first kiss I’ve ever had. We need to talk about us later though, kay?” She smiled up at him and squeezed his hand. “Now go on, I wanna see your face when you open your present.”
Harry immediately tore into his gift. He ripped the paper off quite fast and saw a sealed box. At this he gave Hermione a quizzical look and proceeded to open the box. Inside was a leather bound photo album with the words: Friends Forever on the front. Harry opened the album and tears began to swim in his eyes.
“Th-Thank you ‘Mione. This means a lot.” Harry’s voice was cracking with emotion. Hermione gave Harry a hug and took the book from his trembling hands.
” I took the liberty of sending off to Professor Lupin and Sirius. I asked them about how to make photographs in the wizard world. During the summer break we looked through my memories in a Pensieve and I took pictures from the moments of us at Hogwarts. Sirius and Lupin also made pictures from your childhood, when they saw you. I felt you had too little of your family and needed more reminders of them.” Hermione pointed to the box, ” And I had them get some of your parents items and put them in there.” She gave Harry another hug and pecked his cheek.
“It must have been horrible growing up without memories of your family, so I thought that you could use some for cheering up. Oh and don’t worry the pictures of us in Hogwarts are all of my good side.” She struck a pretend model pose. This, more than anything got Harry laughing.
“Don’t you mean of my good side, cause ‘Mione, the way I see it, you have no bad side.” Harry smiled and began to look at the pictures. He flipped through to his third year.
“This one is the best picture Hermione. It’s my favorite memory.” Harry pointed to a picture that showed Hermione and Harry riding Buckbeak up to where Sirius was being held. Harry was laughing with joy at being in the air, while Hermione was tightly clutching Harry’s robes and screaming, although she was smiling at Harry and laughing as she cuddled him.
“Hermione, even in the pictures we’re together. We look so innocent and carefree.”
“Harry! The pictures show us doing what we were doing at the time. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice me doing that.” She smiled and lightly pushed him
“Me, oblivious, never!” He sighed dramatically, “No, I did notice, I never thought anything of it until recently, though.” Harry pushed Hermione back and stuck his tongue out at her.
Harry suddenly jumped up from the chair and extended his hand to Hermione. ” My Lady, shall we go to breakfast?” Harry asked while he dramatically bowed.
Hermione couldn’t help herself, she started giggling at Harry’s exaggerated chivalry. “Why sure Mr. Potter, I do believe we should go and eat breakfat.” She giggled again, thinking, ‘Why do I suddenly feel so… girly?’ and took Harry’s hand. They walked hand in hand out of the Common Room.
Harry walked slowly down to breakfast his mood deteriorating with each step he got closer. Hermione wasn’t fooled and pulled Harry over to the side. She gave him her trademark ‘What’s Wrong’ look and put her hands on her hips.
“Erm, well, uh, Ron could be in there and he won’t take kindly to us, not to mention we kinda ditched our dates last night. Not to mention everyone will think Rita Skeeter wrote the truth in her article. Plus, I really am not in the mood for another fight.” he finished sheepishly.
“Harry you can’t stop everyone else from thinking what they do about you and you can’t let Ron get in the way of our friendship. Just ignore them and hold your head high when you walk in. It’s not what they write, but how you behave.” She grabbed Harry’s hand and put his arm around her waist. “Now, let’s walk in there and go eat breakfast. Come on!” Hermione promptly started walking in the hall.
” Hermione, thank you again. You really are the most amazing person I know.” Harry commented as he walked to the house table. He thanked her again by pressing a kiss to her hair just before they sat down. Breakfast went smoothly. The two walked back up the Common Room. Before they entered Harry asked “Hey ‘Mione, what was it you wanted to talk about?”
“It was nothing Harry. We’ll discuss it when we get inside the Common Room. It can wait a few minutes.” Harry looked at Hermione strangely but just followed her inside.
There was only one seat left, the squishy chair by the fireplace. Harry and Hermione glanced at each other and ran towards it. Hermione had nearly reached it when Harry grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. He promptly started to tickle her and then ran for the chair. He landed in it first but Hermione wasn’t far behind and ended up in his lap again.
“Is it just me or do you like to sit on my lap?” Harry asked with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. ” I mean it’s not like I mind having a beautiful young lady on my lap, but I can’t help thinking what my girlfriend would say.” He looked at her semi-seriously. Hermione caught on right away.
“Well, I think she wouldn’t mind as long as that girl is her.” She pretend glared at Harry.
“Have you met her?” He asked “She is the most sweet, intelligent, kind and loyal person I know.” Harry gave Hermione a wink before continuing. She was blushing furiously.
“Not to mention she has the cutest looks on her face when she is thinking seriously about something. And-” the rest of Harry’s sentence was cut off by Hermione’s lips crashing against his own.
” Well, my boyfriend is the cutest, most loving, hard-working, Quidditch player there is. He is always there for me no matter what.” She again kissed Harry.
“So, this boyfriend of yours, he’s a Quidditch player? Is he the best you’ve ever seen?” Harry asked in a sweet voice. Hermione hit Harry and put on the mock-thinking face. “Hmmm, I think I’ve only seen one player than him, this boy named Harry Potter, also known as The-Boy-Who-Lived. He’s got these cute green eyes and oh so kissable-” Harry was looking intently at Hermione and suddenly he leaned down and kissed her full on the lips.
“Well, now enough about this Harry Potter kid, what did you want to talk about?” Harry asked seriously.
” It doesn’t matter now. The matter is all sorted out.” She looked up at Harry lovingly.
Harry was bringing his lips down to kiss Hermione when a voice called out “Harry, Hermione, want to join in our snowball- Oh am I interrupting something?” an amused George Weasley asked.
Harry and Hermione jumped at the sound of the voice. ” No you’re not interrupting. Just don’t tell Ron or Ginny. But we’d love to join you in the snowball fight, right Harry?” Hermione said.
“Yeah, sure. We’ll meet you in the entrance hall in five minutes.” Hermione smiled. Both Harry and her made to get up at the same time, causing them to fall on the ground. Laughing they ran up to their respective dorms and changed into warmer clothing.
“Why did you tell him not to say anything to Ginny?” Harry asked looking confused.
“Harry, isn’t it obvious? She has the world’s biggest crush on you! Don’t you notice her staring at you all the time? Sometimes you boys are oblivious!” Hermione replied giggling.
The snowball fight was the biggest one since Harry had come to Hogwarts. Plus, it was the first snowball fight Hermione participated in.
“Harry! You started on the egg yet, mate?” George asked
“No, I haven’t, but I’ll get around to it. I still have 2 months to figure it out.” Harry said. He was met by a glare from Hermione.
“What Hermione? It’s two months away! That’s a long time.” Harry turned to her and said.
“Harry! The task may be two months away but you still need to come up with a plan of action. How are you going to prepare for it?” Hermione replied fiercely.
“Ummm I’ll wing it? Look, if it’s that important I’ll work on it…. Tomorrow. I promise.” Harry said. He had a mischievous look in his eyes. Harry was tossing a snowball back and forth in his hands. Suddenly he threw the snowball at Hermione and ran towards her.
“Oh no you don’t!” She said with a smirk. Seeing Harry towards her she took of across the courtyard. She was just about to the other side when a pair of arms grabbed her from behind.
“You’ll never escape now! You’re mine!” Harry said as began to tickle Hermione.
On the other side of the courtyard Neville stood talking to Lavender.
“I told you it would be this Christmas! Finally they admitted it. You know she woke us all up this morning by trying to wake Harry. The first thing I hear is Harry! Oh Harry! Stop It! Then we open the curtains and Harry is lying on top of her, looking like he was about to kiss her.”
” That must have been… exciting. Oh I can’t wait to tell Parvati! But I do believe that I owe Dumbledore 2 galleons. I wonder who won the most in the pot. I’ve lost about 10 galleons thanks to this.”
“No, you can’t tell them yet. Wait for them to tell people, then say you noticed a change about Christmas time.” Neville exclaimed “Not to mention, they’ll probably kill me if they find out I told.” He looked truly frightened at the prospect of an angry Hermione.