A/N: Well, this is the last chapter. I decided just to go ahead and end it here since it makes no sense to keep going. Anyway, read and review!
During dinner, all Harry could do was sit and stare at his food. He knew in a very short time, he would be confessing his undying love for Hermione Granger...His best friend...His best female friend. He knew if he didn't tell her tonight that he would probably never tell her. It was just that simple...Either tell her and get it over with, or don't and get over it. Okay...So it wasn't that simple...Harry didn't want to get over Hermione. There was a place especially reserved for her in his heart and he never wanted that place to empty.
Since Harry hadn't been paying any attention to anything at dinner, he didn't see Hermione staring at him. She had been the whole time they had been there, thinking of why he could possibly want to meet in the Room of Requirement.
He couldn't possibly want...No, Hermione, you idiot. Why would he want to tell me he's madly in love with me and wants at least two children with me and a nice cottage in a nice neighborhood in a nice town, being rid of Voldemort? Our children would be named Lily Jane Potter and Sirius James Potter, because of course he'd want to name the boy after Sirius and his father.
While Hermione was planning out her wonderful future with Harry, Harry was staring at Hermione, thinking of what she could possibly be thinking of.
Look at her, biting her lip like she's deep in thought. She must have figured out why I wanted to meet her in the Room of Requirement and now is thinking of a way to reject me. But what about all those times that we almost kissed? And what about that time in the hospital wing when I was practically snogging her neck and she moaned? I know she knew it was me.
All the while Harry and Hermione were staring at each other, thinking of all possibilities of everything. Ron was sitting beside Harry, staring at them both.
I wonder if they know they're staring at each other? I wonder if they know how obvious they're being? I wonder if they know I kissed a pig once? I wonder if they know that there's a man in suspenders that resembles my father a bit-WHAT!
Harry and Hermione jumped when they heard Ron scream"WHAT". They looked over to where Ron was looking and noticed the man in suspenders at the door to the Great Hall. Harry looked at Hermione and Hermione looked at Harry.
"You had the same dream, didn't you" asked Harry. Hermione simply nodded.
Harry and Hermione soon got up to leave the Great Hall after recognizing the man in the suspenders that resembled Mr. Weasley. They both knew where they were going; the Room of Requirement. Harry took it as a sign that he had to tell her the truth, and very, very soon. Hermione knew it was time for her to tell the truth to Harry, also.
Finally getting to the Room of Requirement, Harry thought of how he wanted it. He didn't want it to be a cheesy romantic scene, but he wanted something just perfect for him to profess his love for her. Finally, he thought of the perfect place. The door appeared and Harry opened it to a beautiful place. It was a huge field of daisies and mountains in the back. There was a lake near one of the mountains, and, since it was nighttime, unlike his dream, the moon was full and shining on them both. Harry heard Hermione gasp when they started walking fully into the room. It was perfect.
Instead of confessing his undying love for her right away, Harry took her hand and started running through the many, many flowers. They both started to laugh at the simplicity of all of this. They ran and skipped like little children, having so much fun. After awhile of doing this, Harry stopped in front of Hermione, smiles on both their faces. Harry's green eyes bore into Hermione's brown ones. If anyone had been there to see this, they would've thought it intense and electrifying. Harry stepped close to Hermione, his breath already quick from running. Harry leaned in and, instead of kissing her, he leaned close to her ear.
"I love you, Hermione" whispered Harry. "And rather or not you love me, I'll love you forever." Instead of pulling back from Hermione's ear, Harry stayed there. Hermione leaned close to his ear also.
"I love you, too" said Hermione.
Harry leaned back to look at Hermione, his smile, this time, wasn't crooked or half meant. His smile was from ear to ear, in an almost goofy grin. When Hermione's words sunk into his head, Harry took Hermione in his arms and swung her around and around. Hermione's giggles came out loudly into Harry's ears, and Harry hoped he could hear that noise forever. Finally, after Harry started to get dizzy, he stopped. They're faces were already so close to one another, and it didn't take much for Harry to lean in and press his lips to hers. It was a shy kiss at first, both not sure how to move next, but it didn't take too much time for the kiss to intensify. Hermione's arms snaked up and around Harry's neck. Harry's arms went around Hermione's small waste. Hermione gasped when she felt Harry's tongue along her lip, trying to gain entrance to her mouth. Hermione eagerly granted his tongue entrance to her mouth, and fireworks seemed to go off when this happened. Everything that happened in a cheesy romantic movie Hermione had seen was happening to her.
Harry didn't know how in the world he had ever survived without the feeling Hermione was giving him right now. It was like the air he breathed, he simply needed it. Harry felt Hermione moan after awhile of kissing like they were. Hermione's hand would come up to Harry's face and she would stroke his cheek. This feeling made his skin catch on fire.
Once oxygen became a necessity, Harry and Hermione broke apart, breathing heavily, but with smiles on their faces. Harry looked behind him and noticed the lake near the mountain. He turned to Hermione and took her hand.
"Come on" said Harry, leading her to the lake.
All of the misfortunes that they had endured were forgotten as they walked to the lake.
"Do you think you could try some of that neck snogging?" asked Hermione, smiling.
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