Sweetness To Me

dumbles

Rating: G
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 30/01/2004
Last Updated: 30/01/2004
Status: completed

A series of 4 letters. During sixth year at Hogwarts, Harry and Hermione write a letter to the other confessing their true feelings. Five years later, they look back at the letters and write a second letter. A sort of song fic to The Waifs 'Sweetness to Me'.

Chapters

1. Harry

2. Hermione

3. Harry: Five Years Later

4. Hermione: Five Years Later

1. Harry

Title: Sweetness To Me

Outline: A series of 4 letters. During sixth year at Hogwarts, Harry and Hermione write a letter to the other confessing their true feelings. Five years later, they look back at the letters and write a second letter.

Authors Notes: I wrote this story in about 5 minutes, so please excuse if it’s a bit rough, it seemed fine to me. I got the title and the little bits throughout from the excellent song by The Waifs ‘Sweetness To Me’. The Waifs rule- I highly recommend them.

Sweetness To Me

Part One

Harry

I’ve never said this before, and I probably will never say it again. I don’t really quite know why I am writing this, considering I will never show it to you or ever say this to your face.

You’re sweetness to me.

I can see you right now as I write this. You think I’m doing my homework- I hope you don’t come over and check up on me- I would never be able to look you in the face.

You mean stuff to me.

Your hair is looking quite tamed tonight- have you been using hair potion again? It looks wonderful- you look wonderful. You always look wonderful. You’re smiling- someone has just told a joke and you smiled. I love it when you smile- a true smile from you is such a rare event that when it does happen, your whole face lights up.

Sweetness to me.

I’m rambling right now- I know I am. It’s a habit I think I picked up from you- I was never a rambler until you came into my life. But that could be because of the fact that whenever I look at you, my voice box stops working and it takes a lot of effort to hold a regular conversation.

You mean stuff to me.

I’m in agony, Hermione. Writing this was meant to release this agony, but if anything its making it worse. You’re everything to me- last year, when I lost Sirius; I thought I’d lost you. I can’t put into words the relief I felt when Neville said he could feel a pulse- and then when I arrived in the hospital wing and you were awake- my heart soared.

Sweetness to me.

You’re my light in the dark- whenever I am lost I think of you and suddenly I am found. You bring me peace by just sitting in the same room. You touch me, however slightly, and I feel like my entire body has been shoved into a power point. Whenever I am unsure about something, the good side of my brain has your voice. And more often than not, I listen to it.

You mean stuff to me.

You annoy the hell out of me. There are some times where all I want to do is throttle you- more often than not when you’re hassling me about school work. But at the same time I never stay mad for long.

Sweetness to me.

I like you with all of your faults.

That’s all you’ll ever be.

And I think that’s love.

You mean stuff to me.

2. Hermione

Sweetness To Me

Part Two

Hermione

I’m honest about everything in my life. I always have been- I cannot hide the truth away. Which I why I’m writing this. I swear to myself to tell the truth, the whole truth- nothing but the truth.

You’re sweetness to me.

I’ve sent you away to do your essay- but you’re looking strangely serious. Usually when you’re doing homework you roll your eyes every few minutes- did you know you did that? I haven’t managed to get rid of Ron but- he’s still here, yabbering on about Quidditch. Smile and nod Hermione- smile and nod.

You mean stuff to me.

I wish I had a way to tell you this direct to your face- truth be told (and I swore I’d tell the truth) I’m a little scared to. You’re my best friend Harry. You have been for so long now- the thought of maybe one day having to face a life without you or watch you with another girl hurts me right down to my toes. When you told Ron and I that you and Cho had kissed my heart broke on the spot. I cried myself to sleep that night. I knew you liked her- I was just hoping that she didn’t like you, that you’d forget it and come to me instead. I was dreaming, I know that now. I’m still dreaming.

Sweetness to me.

I yearn for you Harry- I want to take you in my arms, hold you close and never let go. I want to do things to you that I’ve only read about. I have never ever had this feeling before- the feeling that I can fly. My mind is split into two- the part that thinks about you and the part that study’s. Although they join a lot- you wouldn’t want to see my History of Magic book- you and Ron think I’m taking notes- all the notes I have are taken from books, not Binns.

You mean stuff to me.

You always seem to know what to say. You know when to leave me alone to have my arguments with Ron- arguments I only have to let of the agony of knowing I can never and will never have you.

Sweetness to me.

You talk about Quidditch too much. You chew with your mouth open. You have a tendency to play hero- I know you hate to hear that. You’re stubborn. You drive me nuts- you make me mad- you make me feel thing I never knew I could feel.

Sweetness to me.

I like you with all of your faults.

That’s all you’ll ever be.

And I think that’s love.

You mean stuff to me.

3. Harry: Five Years Later

Sweetness To Me

Part Three

Harry

Five Years Later

You’re asleep- I don’t think you’ve even realised I have climbed out of bed. All I wanted to do is find the letter I wrote to you, five long years ago. I’m holding it in my hand now- I was such an idiot back then. That was the night we got together.

You’re sweetness to me.

I’m going to give you that letter now- there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re my fiancé- we shouldn’t have secrets.

You mean stuff to me.

The last five years have been the best of my life. No Voldemort and you by my side. I love knowing I can hold you next to me all night long. I love knowing that at the end of the day when I come home I will find you waiting for me- barefoot and reading. I love kissing you of a morning whilst you make coffee.

Sweetness to me.

I love knowing that one day we’re going to have children. I love knowing that every day for the rest of my life I’m going to be waking up beside you.

That’s all you’ll ever be.

Five years ago I wrote that letter, telling you that you were sweetness to me. And that’s all you’ll ever be.

You mean stuff to me.

4. Hermione: Five Years Later

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.