The Greatest Story Ever Told

Hey guys. This is just a very short, fluffy story that I thought of while I was listening to the What a Girl Wants CD, and I totally decided to go with my idea. I hope yall like it! Now for the must haves: I don't own the characters or the song. The Greatest Story Ever Told belongs to Oliver James (a major hottie) and the characters belong to one JK Rowling (a creative genius)!

Hope yall enjoy!

Oh, and before I forget, again, I would like to thank my beta, seanbiggerstafflover, who has betaed all my stories so far. She is awesome! And go read her stories! On with the show!

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The Greatest Story Ever Told

Just as a slow song started playing in the background, Harry stood up from his place at the table and nervously walked over to where Hermione sat on the opposite side. This was it, the moment of truth, the moment Harry would tell Hermione how he felt about her.

“May I have this dance, Hermione?” he asked, not really sure that he could be seen dancing with the most gorgeous witch at the reception.

Hermione looked at him suspiciously before saying, “Yes Harry, I'd love to dance with you.” Harry pulled her up from her chair and walked her to the middle of the dance floor. As soon as they stopped, Hermione brought her arms up and placed them around Harry's neck, and Harry placed his hands on each side of Hermione's waist.

“You look beautiful tonight, Hermione.” he said as he blushed from the base of his neck to the highest most tip of his scar. She truly did look amazing in that white cocktail dress she had worn to Ron and Luna's wedding, and in her silver strappy heels that made her legs look miles long. Her hair was in a style that kept most of it off her stunning face, but at the same time it allowed perfect brown ringlets to fall freely down her back.

“Thanks, you look very nice tonight as well, Harry.” This time it was her turn to blush. But still, in his tux from the wedding, with his hair gelled to where it almost looked tame, and his green eyes shining bright, he was truly the most handsome man in the entire room. Even more handsome than the groom, himself.

They were so wrapped up in being close to each other and not paying attention to their surroundings that they didn't realize that that one song had changed to another. This song even slower than the last. Almost as if that song were picked just for them to keep them in each other's arms even longer.

Harry knew recognized the song immediately as the first notes played. He had heard this particular song on the radio a few times before, and as soon as he found out who had sung it he went out and bought a copy of it. It was a song that he had listened to each time he thought of Hermione. Maybe she would let him sing it while they danced.

“I love this song. Do you mind if I sing?”

“Not at all, go ahead.”

“Thank you for this moment, I've gotta say how beautiful you are. Of all the hopes and dreams I could have prayed for, here you are. If I could have one dance forever, I would take you by the hand. Tonight it's you and I together, I'm so glad I'm your man --.”

Hermione glanced up toward the man who had stolen her heart all those years ago. “Harry, you are a really great singer.” He just shook his head and started to sing the next part of the song.

“And if I lived a thousand years you know, I never could explain, the way I lost my heart to you that day. But if destiny decided I should've looked the other way, then the world would never know, the greatest story ever told. And did I tell you that I love you tonight?”

At the end of the chorus, Hermione raised her head to find Harry starting at her. There was this connection between them immediately, and Hermione couldn't dare take her eyes from his. She wanted to say something, anything, else to Harry, but she couldn't find the words to say at the moment.

“I can't hear the music when I'm looking in your eyes, but I feel the rhythm of your body, close to mine. It's the way we touch that sends me; it's the way we'll always be. Your kiss and your pretty smile you know I'd die for. Oh baby, you're all I need -“

Something pushed Harry and Hermione closer than they were just moments ago. It was as if their magic wanted them to be together. Harry noticed this of course, but instead of saying anything to Hermione, he just continued to stare into her eyes and sing that one song he always knew should be theirs.

“And if I lived a thousand years you know, I never could explain, the way I lost my heart to you that day. But if destiny decided I should've looked the other way, then the world would never know, the greatest story ever told. And did I tell you that I love you, just how much I really need you. Did I tell you that I love you tonight?”

Hermione gasped at the way Harry was looking at her while singing that one line. Maybe he really liked her as well. He started to sing the chorus one more time when Hermione started to sing it with him.

“If I lived a thousand years you know, I never could explain, the way I lost my heart to you that day. But if destiny decided I should've looked the other way, then the world would never know, the greatest story ever told. And did I tell you that I love you, just how much I really need you. Did I tell you that I love you tonight?”

As the song slowly ended Hermione laid her head on Harry's shoulder and thought it couldn't get better than this moment.

“I love you, Hermione,” he whispered into her ear.

Hermione's heart was hammering so hard in her chest and her mind was reeling with joy that she couldn't deny it anymore. “I love you too, Harry.”

“I was kind of hoping and praying that you might.” He then joined his lips with hers for what would be the first in a lifetime of kisses.

The song was right. This, indeed, was the greatest story ever told.

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later,

Jenna

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