I Love The Way...

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, “The Way You Love Me” belongs to Boyzone, no infringement intended… honestly people, this is all in good fun…

Oh, warning, this is a songfic and a highly fluffy one at that!! Enjoy!!

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I like the feel of your name on my lips

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Hermione. Hermione. He loved the way it felt when he said it, the way it seemed to roll off his tongue like a soft wave and caress his lips lightly, making him smile. Hermione. Like honey. It was suddenly the sweetest name he had ever heard. Hermione. It was the feminine form of the Greek “Hermes”, the messenger of the gods. How he knew that he didn't know. All he knew was that it was the sweetest name in the entire world. The sweetest name for the sweetest girl… no, woman. She was definitely not just a girl anymore, not since the final battle. She had really filled out in all the right places too, like her- `Wait, what am I thinking? She's my friend, my best friend, that's all, no more…'

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I like sound of your sweet gentle kiss

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He made a cute little noise when he kissed, a sort of “tchwhu” that only he could make. She wondered if he knew that. That his kisses were soft and warm and a little damp, that the genuineness and honesty in the way he pressed his slightly parted lips against her skin unnerved her more than he could possibly imagine. That lately, ever since he had loosened up a little and started returning her wild hugs with a tender kiss on her cheek or the top of her head, the sweetness of his gentle return of affection left her warm and tingling deep down somewhere no one ever reached… not that she would ever tell him that, of course. They were just friends, best friends… `It's just a passing phase…'

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The way that your fingers run through my hair

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It felt so good when she touched him. Like when she played with his hair. First, she would ruffle it, teasing him over some joke or other, and then slowly run her hand through it again and again, twirling locks of it between her fingers, combing it one way then the other trying to tame it while she bantered with him, lightly massaging his scalp. It gave him a delicious shiver down his spine, and the longer she did it the more knotted up his stomach became. He wondered sometimes how he could actually keep up with the banter. That didn't necessarily mean anything, of course, surely… lots of things got him knotted up these days, like… like… uh… well…

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The way your scent lingers even when you're not there

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She couldn't put her finger down on what exactly it was. It was so many different things - broomstick polish, leather, something woodsy like pine, fresh earth, newly cut grass, soap, and a tangy ocean breeze all thrown in and tossed about like a salad of fragrances that was uniquely him. It drove her crazy when she tried to relax by sitting in her favourite armchair (which was coincidentally his favourite too) and smelled him on it from hours before. She could practically pinpoint his location in the large house they shared with Ron and Luna with his scent, and felt strangely lonely without it although her sensitivity to it got her all tensed up sometimes. `I should not be smelling him everywhere… oh for Merlin's sake, there it is again…'

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Hehehe, evil me, leaving you lot hanging… I usually do one-shots, thought I'd give this a try! Reviews = oxygen, or in my case more importantly, food (am on nasty diet, long story)! Pleeeaase!! Mmmwahs!!

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Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, “The Way You Love Me” belongs to Boyzone, no infringement intended… honestly people, this is all in good fun…

Thanks for all the great reviews, darlings!! The Evil Diet, henceforth to be dubbed “U-No-Eat” truly has been made more bearable! Hehehe!! So, Chapter 2 is finally up… I'm so sorry it took so long; I've been running around like a headless chicken getting ready to fly off to university this week, so please bear with me! I swear I'll try and upload as fast as I can! Enjoy!!

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I like the way your eyes dance when you laugh

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His eyes seemed to haunt her. Their infinite emerald depths like the glittering green waters of the Hogwarts Lake in the summer. They so easily betrayed his innermost feelings, now darkening in anger, now shining with happiness. Happy times were few and far between since fourth year; she used to cherish those rare moments and wish that she could give him more. That all changed after the final battle. He was a new man, and although she still saw glimpses of his horrible past in those revealing eyes, they were not so burdened now. She loved them most when he laughed, how they danced joyfully as he bantered with her or sparkled with excitement and mischief as he and Ron schemed to get back at Fred and George for the latest prank played on them. But there had been a whole new shine in them these days… especially when he looked at her. She often caught him staring with a strange, intense gaze, eyes darkened yet gleaming with a beautiful, fiery light… it made her feel molten… but she loved it. If she could see only one light for the rest of her life, she would not pick the spring sunshine, or Christmas lights, or the Aurora Borealis. No. She would choose the light that shone in his eyes. It was the most beautiful light in the world to her. Funny thing though, she never thought the same or even anything similar of Ron's baby blues. Not even while they were dating… funny… Well of course, how could ordinary blues compare to her emeralds? Wait, her emeralds?! Since when?

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And how you enjoy your two-hour bath

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She took the longest baths ever. Of everyone he knew, even Ginny (whose maximum of an hour was a constant complaint amongst the Weasley brothers), she was the only one to often take two hours or more in the bath. And he was the only one who put up with the ritual. That's what she called it - her daily stress-busting ritual. Ron secretly called it the bathroom-hogging ritual, but he knew better than to tell her that; besides, she probably knew anyway. He once walked in on said ritual in the bathroom that adjoined their bedrooms; he hadn't known about it then, of course. She had forgotten to lock his door from the inside, and he saw her, up to her chin in foam, her freshly scrubbed face shining with glee as she blew bubbles off her hand. They went all over the place as she aimed for the pearly-toed foot peeking out of the suds and missed miserably, and her shock when she saw him standing there resulted in the blasted bubbles landing on his face instead. She laughed apologetically at his indignant expression and told him it was payback for interrupting her ritual, but all he could think at the time was how lovely her shoulders looked as they rose out of the foam, with little rivulets of water and bubbles streaming down her glistening wet skin… He never saw her in the bath again, but the vanilla fragrance of her favourite bubble bath was ever-present in their bathroom. He missed it on those days when she only had time for a quick shower… and those dratted bubbles had covered more than he would have liked them to- Merlin's socks, what was he thinking?!

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And how you convinced me to dance in the rain

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Last year, he dragged her out in the pouring rain. To dance. She smiled as the memory came back to her. She had been alone since breaking off with Ron on Halloween in seventh year, and that Easter afternoon at the Weasleys' surrounded by various couples all under the heady influence of the spring weather was more than she could take. She had found a little nook in the kitchen and sunk into misery as the sound of Ginny and Draco's laughter echoed from the living room. She had sat still and held her breath when Ron and Luna wandered hand-in-hand into the kitchen in search of food, not wanting face their pity. She had groaned and banged her head against the wall seeing Remus and Tonks sitting in each other's arms in the back garden. Suddenly he appeared in front of her, as if he'd known where she was all this time, and when he looked into her eyes she knew he knew, like he always did. And that was it. The tears she had struggled to hold at bay all day burned their way down her cheeks as he held her silently, but his presence gave her a strange sense of well-being. As they pulled apart, the late spring sunshine gave way to a torrential rainstorm, and his eyes sparked with that familiar mischievous glint as he pulled her to her feet and out the door. “Harry!” she protested. “What are you doing? We'll be drenched to the bone!” He laughed. “Come on Mi, you need this!” `Mi', his special nickname for her since seventh year. He rarely used it except when they were alone, and it gave her butterflies in her stomach. “Need what? Pneumonia? I don't think so!” “Yeah well, we'll fix your heart first, and if that can be done, pneumonia's cake!” he quipped back. “And I can think of no better way to start than dancing in the rain.”

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With everyone watching like we were insane

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She was shocked when he tugged her out into the garden. She shrieked, protesting, and clung tighter to him, trying to shelter herself as he laughed. “Come on Mi, you need this!” `Mi', his special name for her. He knew she hated being called Herm and Hermy and all that, and everyone called her Mione. He wanted to call her something different, something that was his and his alone. She seemed to be ok with Mi. “Need what? Pneumonia? I don't think so!” Her eyes were still sad despite the casual tone of her voice. “Yeah well,” he teased. “We'll fix your heart first, and if that can be done, pneumonia's cake! And I can think of no better way to start than dancing in the rain.” At least, he thought so. He found rain to be strangely therapeutic when he was down in the dumps, like a soft, comforting embrace that washed away his woes… he was hoping it would have the same effect on her. He held her as close as he dared, and spun her and dipped her and swung her around until she laughed hysterically. Her eyes seemed to dance too, and he sensed that maybe, just maybe her heart was a little less broken than before. He saw Remus and Tonks grinning at the sight of them dancing from the shelter of the garden shed, Ron, arm in arm with a smiling Luna, shaking his head in astonishment and saying something that looked suspiciously like “bonkers!” as they looked out the kitchen window, and various other surprised faces from the living room and the other rooms upstairs - Ginny, Draco, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, Fleur, Bill… He smiled, remembering the day, the feeling of her in his arms, dancing in the rain… that was a year ago. He lifted his glance and looked across the room at her, and as their eyes met, he saw that she was smiling too.

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Hehehe!! Is everyone buzzing?? Hope so! Will do my best to get the next instalment in by the end of the week, can't make any promises these days though, sorry! But then again, the best things are worth waiting for eh? Mmmwahs to everyone who reviews; remember, I'm low on fuel these days! By the way, U-No-Eat has resulted in the loss of 5 kg! The saga continues…

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