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Title: The Trouble With Love Is
Author: jltat
Disclaimer: see chapter 1

A/N: I took part of this from an episode of Friends (best TV show ever btw) so… you can probably find it, its almost word for word in the dialouge

Chapter 7: The Trouble With Love Is

The trouble with love is
It doesn't care how fast you fall
And you can't refuse the call
See you got no say at all
- "The Trouble With Love Is"
Kelly Clarkson

They were kissing. Harry pulled Hermione's waist towards him and they were kissing. She was unbuttoning his shirt as he led her to his bedroom. Once on the bed, Hermione took his glasses off. He began to trail kisses down the side of her neck. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once; her skin felt like it was on fire. Suddenly he pulled away and looked deep into her eyes, his emerald eyes clouded over. She looked up at him and he said, "Hermione, I - "

Her eyes flew open. Just a dream; a cruel dream indeed. She looked at her watch and saw that it was 8; she had decided to take a nap after her last class of the day. Sighing, she rolled out of bed.

Wish that dream was real, eh?

... I don't know what you're talking about...

Hermione walked into the private common room she shared with Harry, and was surprised to see him sitting there, staring into the fire.

"Hey Hermione," Harry said as he saw her walking towards him. There was a hint of sadness in his voice.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermoine said, worrying about her friend.

He sighed loudly and then said, "Well you see, there's this girl..."

Ohh, one of those problems.

"And I like her a lot, she's smart and beautiful and perfect... but I'm not sure what to say to her and…"

Hermione didn't like where this conversation was going, but tried her best to listen to what Harry was saying anyway.

"I just don't want to mess it up, what should I do?" Harry asked, looking at Hermione.

How was she supposed to help him with this? She was the one that was always there for him; it should be her that he was thinking about. After all, she did nothing but think about him after being trapped in a room with him for hours.

Jealous?

"Well," Hermione said, swallowing the lump in her throat, "Does she know how you feel?"

"I don't think she does, I mean if she did, she's doing a hell of a job keeping it from me. I want to tell her though, but I'm not sure how I should go about doing it."

"If you really like her... you would just tell her," Hermione said, looking like someone just told her that Crookshanks died.

"OK... I need advice though Hermione, I mean, what does a girl like?"

Hermione gulped, she couldn't believe she was actually telling him this, it was tearing her up.

"Um, I suppose that, a girl likes it when you're... spontaneous"

Harry looked skeptical, but nodded.

"And she likes it when you just impulsively kiss her, you know, kind of like... soft at first, but then it gets intense," Hermoine said, thinking back to the kiss in her dream.

"Uh-huh..." Harry said, making Hermione aware that his face was insanely close to hers.

"You sort of just grab her, and, and.," her voice faltered as she saw Harry's face hover, inches away from hers.

He cupped her face in his hands and slowly pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was light at first, almost as though his lips weren't there, but then he pulled her closer to him, and she felt as though her senses were on overload. He pulled away, but his hands were still on her face.

Hermione looked into his eyes for what seemed like ages.

"Spontaneous enough for you?" Harry whispered.

Hermione just gasped. "That girl you were describing... it was me?"

"Of course. It's always been you, Hermione, it's just I've been so thick, I haven't realized it until now." Harry said.

"That's not all though," Harry said, he took a deep breath and finished, "I think I've fallen in love with you too, Hermione... and it's OK if you don't love me, I just needed to let you know."

"Oh Harry, you silly prat. Of course I love you, I have for a while now." Hermione said, causing Harry to break out in a goofy grin.

With that, they kissed again. No more words were exchanged; none were needed.

A/N: yea… I reeli don't like this ending… but there wasn't any other way I could make it end… sorry for anyone who was expecting something big, and not as sappy, cuz I was definitely thinking of something big, and not sappy… it just didn't work out that way. As for an epilogue, well I was going to write one, but I don't think it reeli needs one, but you never no, a thought might strike me at 4 in the morning and I just mite have to write it down.

I am, however, going to be starting on another story, not a funny one tho… well maybe sarcastic funni, but not one like this. It's going to be more of an angst type thing, but still h/hr, of course. So be on the look out for that and hopefully people will like it as much as this one… preferably more, but wutever. Thanks for reading, hope u enjoyed it.