Sweetness To Me
Part Four
Hermione
Five Years Later
The sun is nice on the balcony- it makes me feel like you're all around me, warming me up. After you went this morning, I found the letter I wrote to you five years ago, swearing to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
You're sweetness to me.
I hate mornings. Every morning you get out of bed and leave me. Every morning I stand in the doorway and kiss you goodbye, hoping against hope that you won't leave, that you'll stay and we'll spend the day in bed, giggling and doing other wonderful things.
You mean stuff to me.
When you proposed my entire world was made complete. I had you and now I know I'll have you for life. Waking up beside you is one of the most wonderful things and I know that whether we're on this world for another hundred years or just a hundred days, I know I will never get tired of it.
Sweetness to me.
The first time we kissed was the night I wrote my letter to you. Everyone had gone to bed and you challenged me to a game of chess. The chess board was soon on the floor as we both dove across the table. That was the most wonderful night of my life- laying on the couch in the common room in your arms, talking about things I had never talked to anyone about.
That's all you'll ever be.
I love you, Harry. I love knowing I'm spending the rest of my life with you. Five years ago I told you that you were sweetness to me. And you still are. And you always will be.
You mean stuff to me.