Memoirs of a Boy in Love

Warnings: There are a few things suggesting they had sex, but that's really all...

(This has not been beta'd)

Finally something fluffy from me!

This is a bit of an early Valentines ficlet for all of you.

I have no clue where the idea for this came from, I just lay in bed last night and thought, `I want to write another ficlet!'. So I did. There really is no developing plot, its just Harry's views on life, and that special someone.

Yay for fluff!

A Review with your thoughts would be nice,

Enjoy!

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She has always been a quiet girl. But yet, in the same way she is quiet, she is loud. In all the ways she is beautiful, she is ugly still. She and life have one thing in common, they are both multi-sided, with many different faces.

With her it's different, I can read those faces, I understand them. Live gets a whole new folder.

Often I find myself wondering if I love her, and my conclusion is always the same.

Of course I do.

I love her, and at the same time, I don't.

I hate her, and I don't hate her.

Life.

You can't read it. You can't look into it.

It's always changing.

While she stays the same.

Life changes.

She doesn't.

One would think that that's an easy conclusion to make, but the truth is, its not.

Nothing is ever easy. Remember that, it's a good think to know.

They say, “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade”.

My lemonade ended up being bitter. Those lemons stuck me in the middle of a fucking war.

Oh yea God, I really love you now.

But she ended yo by being the sugar that made that lemonade sweet again.

`She', has a name.

Hermione.

It's a little bit heavy for a girl as innocent as her. But it is a name of meaning, a name of strength.

Hermione holds so little beauty, and yet she holds so much. Her beauty is different. Is it like the beauty Cho has? I really don't know.

There just aren't enough words.

Her lips are sour. But it a nice way. A real way.

And she knows how to kiss.

Especially well, when you remember that she has never been kissed before.

I'm glad both of us got to end that, `never been kissed' phase, together.

When you think about it, we've done lots of things together, saving the Philosophers Stone, won the house cup, getting into the Chamber of Secrets, saving Sirius, Tri-Wizard tournament, Department of Mysteries. Granted, other people did help with a few of those things. But her help has always felt like the help that has been the greater one in need.

Her body is soft, smooth. It is drowned in twists, turns and curves, as well as tantalising skin. Then again, new territory is always sweet and beautiful.

Isn't it?

There is so much more I could say. Then there is so much more I couldn't. There are a few things I'm positive I can say. A few things that will never change.

She is loud when she wants to be, and quiet when she wants to be.

She is beautiful.

She isn't multi-sided.

She only has one face, the Hermione face.

I love her.

It is impossible to hate her.

She changes.

She is like sugar

Her lips are sour.

She can kiss well.

She is just....

Hermione.

Laughter floated by his ear.

“So you thought you had me all worked out, eh?”

Harry turned to face his wife.

“I think I did, my, `just Hermione'.”

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