(Yet another page for my readers. I'm surprised I had gotten this much written because I've been so busy with attending my labs at school, but I was in the mood so I wrote quickly. I know I say this every time, but I really think the next page will be the end of this fiction, but It could possible take another two pages to wrap it up, so I guess we'll just have to wait and see where it takes me lol. I also said there would be no sequel to this fan fiction, however, that may change because I recently had a really good idea for a sequel!! R/R Please… reviews are greatly appreciated! Take Care!)
Morning rays of sunlight peeked through the window curtains and warmed Hermione's cheeks; she placed a hand to her mouth as she yawned. Her fingers traveled across the smooth bed sheets to Harry's side and her eye's fluttered open to see her companion. He was already out of bed, but his spot was still warm. She grinned, knowing what he was up to; she moved from her side of the bed to his and pulled the covers up to her neck. She wanted to drown in his fresh, sweet smell forever. It caused her heart to skip a beat and made her feel completely intoxicated. Every time she looked into his magical, shimmering emerald green eyes she would fall in love all over again and she couldn't help but feel like a silly giggly teenage girl whenever he flattered her with compliments or flowers. It was just so easy to love Harry Potter. She sighed and wondered if yesterday had been just an unforgettable dream. She should have pinched herself to check, but so much had happened yesterday that she just didn't have time to stop and think about it.
"Morning beautiful."
She had been so lost in thought that she hadn't noticed Harry standing in the doorway. He was wearing sweat pants with a small towel slung around the back of his neck, his hair was still wet and a lopsided grin completed the perfect picture. He was well toned, with visible abductor muscles on his stomach area, a well-defined chest and strong arms. Hermione enjoyed watching him run along the banks of the beach. He had made exercise a part of his routine when he had joined the local Quidditch team, she made it a point to never miss a game and she sometimes came to a team practice.
Harry wondered what was floating through Hermione's head. He knew she was thinking about him because the look on her face and in her expressive eyes, gave her the characteristics of a sixteen-year-old girl who just experienced love at first sight. She looked like an angel, with her soft autumn brown curls cascading gently down the mountain of white bed sheets and the down filled cover. He sauntered over to the bed, sat at the edge near Hermione and placed a tray he had carried into the room on the bedside table.
"I made breakfast for my stunning fiancé." He smiled and placed a kiss on her cheek.
She reached her left hand to her right arm and gave it a quick pinch just to make sure it wasn't all a dream and that she wouldn't be waking up any moment, disappointed that it wasn't real. She felt the slight pain from the pinch and knew that it couldn't be just a dream. Her heart soared at the idea of being Mrs. Hermione Potter by the end of the day.
The smell of fresh cinnamon and brown sugar waffles drifted through the room and made Hermione's mouth water. It had become Harry's ritual to go on a morning jog, take a quick shower and give her breakfast in bed. Occasionally, she would wake herself before Harry returned from his jog and prepare him a breakfast to return the favor and show him how much he meant to her.
"Mmm smells good sweetie."
"That's because it is." Harry replied with a grin.
"We'll see." She teased.
"You have to learn how to take my word for it." He said gently handing her the tray.
"No I don't… I'm an independent woman." Hermione grinned.
"Oh is that so? … What would you do without me?" He questioned in a mocking tone.
"I'd live," She took a sip of her orange juice. "The real question is…what would you do without me?" She laughed.
"Hmm, you have a point there. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you and If I did manage to stay alive by some miracle I'd be a broken heart without you."
Her face fell into a soft, loving expression and she beckoned a finger for Harry to come closer, he did as he was told and received a nectarous, succulent, heavenly kiss.
"I defiantly wouldn't be able to live without you." Harry grinned.
"I love you Harry."
"I love you too baby. Now eat up because we have an important day ahead of us."
She nodded. He cuddled next to her watching her eat and every so often, she would take something from her plate and bring it to his lips for him to enjoy. He wanted his life with her to always be this incredibly bliss, filled with so much love, passion and emotion. He knew there would be ups and downs, that was just a part of life, but he was more then willing to make sure that the love between them would last until his dieing day.
"Your thinking about us, aren't you?" She asked wiping the corners of her mouth with a napkin.
He gave her a lopsided grin and nodded.
" I found something I've been meaning to show you." She said placing the tray on the bedside table and pushing the covers off her legs. She walked over to one of the mahogany closets and opened a drawer. She pulled out a dusty, black, hard, leather covered book and carefully handed it to Harry. He blew the dust off the cover and immediately recognized the golden lettering on the front cover; it was Hermione's journal.
"Where'd you find it?" Harry asked tracing the familiar H.J.G. printed on the cover.
"My mother had found it when she was cleaning my old room, it was under the bed." She smiled.
"To think this journal brought us together, what are you going to do with it?" He questioned.
"I want you to have it Harry." She answered placing her hand on Harry's.
"You know I couldn't do that Hermione."
"I have nothing to hide from you and I know how much you enjoyed reading it, since you bought time to keep my journal for an extra day." She giggled.
"Thank you Hermione." He said taking her fragile hand up to his lips and giving it a gentle kiss. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Why didn't you ever put any spells on it?"
"I did Harry. When I was in school I used a locking charm in case one of the girls got snoopy and a hex that would indicate who did it, but outside of school I never thought I'd have to use a potion to protect my privacy. Obviously, we couldn't use spells outside of Hogwarts. My parents never went through my personal things and as you know, I don't have any siblings." She answered calmly.
"I'm sorry I hurt you like that."
"I'm glad you did, who knows how long it would take us to tell each other the truth, or if we ever would."
"Luna and Ron were planning on playing matchmaker in our seventh year." Harry grinned.
"You're joking." Hermione laughed.
"No… they were getting sick of watching us stare at one another and tune out everything they were saying to us." Harry chuckled.
"Well they never talked much when they were together, they were too busy lip locking." She giggled.
"Do you think they'll have a son or a daughter?"
"I have no idea. Luna wants a son for Ron." Hermione answered.
"Really? That's interesting… Ron wants a daughter for Luna."
They both laughed.
"Luna's fairly large, that baby must be getting heavy to carry around." Harry said.
"Luna said it was like carrying around two bludgers in her stomach. The baby is constantly kicking and moving around."
"It sounds like that baby will be a great Beater." Harry laughed.
There was a silent pause between them as they both stared at the journal's cover.
"Open it to the last entry Harry." She instructed.
He looked at her with a quizzical expression, when she nodded he opened the journal and flipped to the last entry, she smiled.
April 3rd 2004
My Dearest Harry,
I love you with my heart, my soul and with every breath I take. You are my reason to live, my burning flame of hope in the dark, frightening world, and my melody of comfort. With you I am ready to face hills, valleys and mountains that are placed before us in an attempt to break the bond of two lovers. As long as our hearts stay as one and our fingers stay tangled together, those mountains will be hills, the valleys will be dried ponds and the hills will be just slight inclines in the earth's surface… nothing is difficult when I am with you. Never forget that I am with you no matter how much distance may attempt to separate us. We are two fireflies dancing beneath the crescent moon's light; together we will guide one another through the winding roads of life. I love you Harry James Potter and nothing can ever change that.
Tomorrow is our wedding day; I will be your wife and you my husband. I can't express the ecstasy pulsing through my body, the sheer joy of being addressed as Mrs. Potter and how much your proposal touched every corner of my heart. The excitement rises in my chest and tightens my throat, as we face another journey together. I love you Harry James Potter and nothing can ever change that.
I will take every opportunity to say those three words that make my heart flutter and don't express enough about how I feel… when I say them they are not meaningless words that leave my lips, when I say them you must know that my heart tightens and my cheeks still feel warm although the pink color no longer fills them… I have no reason to be embarrassed about feeling what I do, I love you Harry James Potter and nothing can ever change that.
His bright emerald green eyes looked into her cinnamon brown ones, his eyes filled with tears and began streaming down the sides of his face, a lopsided grin reassured her that his tears were ones of joy. She sat down on his lap and wiped some tears with her soft fingers, then wrapped her arms around his neck and allowed him to rest his head on her steady shoulder.
"I love you Harry and I don't ever want to stop saying that."
"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to cry," He began. "But its just… what you wrote, it was so beautiful."
"I meant every word and I don't want you ever feeling sorry for something like that. You have a big heart Harry… that's one of the reasons why I love you." She smiled whispering gently.
"Did you write that last night?"
"Mmm Hmm." She nodded stroking his hair.
"You have to promise me you'll write something in this journal once in a while."
She giggled.
"No I'm serious Hermione."
"Okay, okay… I promise."
He lifted his head off her shoulder and studied her face, his right hand traveled to her spicy brown hair and played with the gentle curls. She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath of air. His left hand cradled her right cheek, her eyes fluttered open. She was instantly mesmerized and allowed herself to be hypnotized by his youthful expression and his sage colored eyes. His hand traveled from her spicy brown hair to her womanly curves and rested on her hip where he pulled her a little closer. He could feel her steady, warm breath glide around his face; her fingers caressed his back.
"I love you Hermione."
Without haste their lips touched, gradually the passion deepened and their tongues touched in a compassionate dance.
There was a knocking from below and both Harry and Hermione jumped in surprise.
"I'll be right back." Harry said giving her a kiss on the forehead. He made his way out the bedroom door and down the stairs.
Harry turned the lock and opened the front door.
"About time mate, its time to get ready for your big day. Your coming with me to my place and Luna's going to help Hermione here." Ron spoke while Luna nodded.
"She's upstairs Luna, if you need anything just use the floo network okay? … How are you feeling?"
"It's up and down Harry, but the kicking is getting worse and I feel like a balloon." Luna answered.
"You look lovely." Harry added as she stepped inside.
She gave him a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek before advancing up the stairs.
"Hey Luna… what about me?" Ron called.
"You have to deserve it first Ronald." She grumbled back.
Ron took a deep breath and counted from five to one.
"You okay Ron?" Harry asked.
"I don't know how much more of her mood swings I can take. This morning I gave her apple juice instead of tea and buttered toast instead of plain and when she was saying that she's going to look terrible and fat for the wedding, I said she looked fine and she just burst out in tears." Ron answered running a hand through his flaming red hair.
"It wont be much longer Ron, just keep telling her how much you love her and make her feel special."
"I do. But I guess I'll have to try harder." He grinned. "Lets apparate to my place."
"Can I put something else on first?"
"There's no point, you need to put on a tux anyway." Ron pointed out.
"Right… alright, I'll meet you at your place." Harry answered taking out his wand and giving it a quick wave.
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