Disclaimer: I lied, It all belongs to me, I am the genius behind Harry Potter. Okay, I'm lying. Still, I can dream can't I?
A soft hand on her shoulder woke her up, a warm, velvety male voice like Hot chocolate was gently calling her to wake up. She opened her eyes, drowsy and sticky from tears and sleep, and lifted her heavy head to meet his.
Harry looked around worried, his bottle green eyes filled with care and remorse. He moved around to sit next to her, and she straightened up.
'Hermione, honey, are you alright?' he asked, giving her a warming hug. She closed her eyes once more, savouring the feeling. 'I looked all around Hogsmeade for you, then all round the castle, even in the Library and everything.'
'I'm okay,' she replied, as they broke apart. Seeing Harry so regretful and worried for something that wasn't his fault was heart-breaking. It was enough to start her off crying again.
'I'm really sorry, Hermione,' he said quietly, looking at his pale hands, his face full of regret. 'I didn't mean to make you angry today, and I'm really sorry, And- ' He gulped, making Hermione's curiosity got the better of her again and she stared at him. 'And I- I'd like to make it up to you.'
Her eyes widened and she grabbed his hands, fighting the impulse to grab the rest of him. She looked him deeply in the eyes, giving him a sorry look.
'No, Harry, you don't have to do anything, it wasn't your fault, you didn't do anything wrong. Honestly. I was just being- ' Emotional? Upset? Angry? Silly? For once being a woman was a blessing not a curse, she could blame it on the female curse. 'Teasy. I was just being teasy, that's all, you know, girls are teasy sometimes, aren't they?'
'But still,' he continued, breaking Hermione's heart to see him trying to take all the blame. 'You wouldn't have been teasy if you didn't have to look all around Hogsmeade for me. So- So here…'
He picked up a soft pink envelope from the table and shyly handed it to her. With wide eyes, she opened it, and a small jet-black box fell out. Opening the box she found a small, delicate silver chain with a Locket, embellished with a tiny ruby and a tiny emerald, and engraved with the letters; HP + HG.
Tears filling her eyes, petite hands shaking, she opened the locket. Inside was a wizard photograph of the last day of fourth year, on Platform 9 ¾. The Hermione in the photo was reaching up and kissing photo Harry on the cheek. In response, Photo Harry was blushing furiously, a smug smile on his face.
Moving onto the card, a picture of two Unicorns on the front, not overly romantic, but just perfect for her, she read the message in Harry's surprisingly neat handwriting.
To Hermione,
My friend, my homework help, my chief
worrier, my shoulder to cry on, my Golden snitch and hopefully my Valentine.
Loving you for this and more,
Harry
X
Hermione's tear-filled eyes met Harry's, a look of numb disbelief on her face. She managed a shocked smile before catching Harry's lips with her own, passionately embracing him, pouring emotion through her kiss.