[completed] I was barely sixteen when I fell in love with Harry Potter.
There really wasn’t much to say to him. It would be an obvious lie if she told him that she was happy here or that she didn’t miss Christmas with her parents. She sighed softly and then decided to tell him the truth because between them, there had never been any need for lies.
[OotP missing scene]It’s all she can do, but she feels a need— an obligation to say something. Their tie, their bond is slowly getting strong by the day. Sometimes she feels those invisible ribbons winding together into knots.
[6th year fic] // He had been stuck in this state of being for so long that whatever offer of awakening that he was beginning to realize she was unconsciously making, opened a door of terrifying emotions that were anxious to drown him. // In the midst of tragedy, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger will find the answers that they are desperately seeking in the discovery of each other.
[drabble] Her hands poise directly over the ivory-yellow keys and he wonders if she’ll play even without any sheet music. He wonders why she’s decided to play at all. He wonders if she’ll play if she knows he’s in the room. She always knows when he’s near.
[one shot] He entangled his fingers in her hair, the mere softness of her curls causing a moan to vibrate in his throat. He decided that tasting her lips wasn’t enough and lowered his lip to the crevice of her neck. The combination of silky skin and the scent of vanilla were like a tantalizing drug, wrapping around him and refusing his freedom.
[one-shot] Oh, how she wanted to feed Ron to the giant squid. Then again, it really was Harry’s fault...
[one-shot] “I almost lost you,” he whispered fiercely. He grabbed her hand in his own and brought it to his lips. The intensity of his eyes was terrifying.
[one-shot]A shiver of delight caressed her body as his hand lazily crept inside her blouse. Skin against skin, erased the awareness sweltering heat of club. “Hermione,” he breathes. “Hermione…”
[completed] He hated this house, he mused quietly. He hated this house and the emptiness that generated through it. He hated the fact that nothing ever stayed.
Oh, she knew that she was in love with Harry Potter. She didn’t need the heavens to sing or the earth to move. She didn’t need moments of heartbreak and tragedy to tell her. She simply knew that he was the one and the only one for her. She was content with the mere simplicity of this fact. [one-shot]
He had to go and she had to give him support- with strength and with her heart. Even with the notion that if he were never to return, she would break. [one-shot/companion to Blindness]
[one shot] Sunday mornings were her favorite time of the week. But this particular Sunday, she was faced with a dilemma.
[one shot] He smiles a smile meant only for her eyes and reaches over to brush a strand of hair from her eyes. They’re well past the awkwardness of their early years. Although, he reflects, he’s only ever been comfortable around her.
[dark fic/one shot]His eyes dwell on her lips again, so damn round and so damn pink. He aches for sensations, rather than a discussion. He aches for pain and pleasure rather than words. Words hold no meaning between the two of them.
She places a finger on his lips. He complies with the silence. If she needs silence, then he’ll forget the memories and give her silence. If she wants the world, then he would give her the world. Some things were meant to be that simple. [one shot]
Sequel to Unravelings. They were a long way from perfect. He was still in denial about the depths of their relationship. And she was still a mystery.
It was just a dare... who knew it would force them to question their entire relationship? My answer to a question that was on the SCUSA thread a while back... If Hermione makes the first move and kissed Harry before he actually realizes his true feelings for her, how would he react?