Harry Potter and the Secret of Lady LeGrange

Disclaimer: All characters in this story are the property of J.K. Rowling (well, except one…you’ll meet her later). I am merely borrowing them for awhile.

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fic here on Portkey. I started writing it in March, and it’s ongoing. On other sites where it’s posted, there are more chapters, because many of the chapters (particularly the earlier ones) are on the short side. Some of the chapters have been combined to make the chapters longer (you’ll be able to tell where this has happened), and they’ve been added to in places. Happy reading! Feedback is appreciated!

xoxo Allie

She’s My Kind of Rain

She’s my kind of rain,

Like love from a drunken sky,

Confetti fallin’ down all night.

She’s my kind of rain.

The rain fell steadily outside, thunder boomed an ominous warning and lightning struck with a vengeance, but Harry Potter didn't even notice. The raven-haired boy was in his room at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, packing his meager belongings into his trunk. He was leaving the Dursleys’ home (although it had never felt like half the home Hogwarts was to him) forever in a few more hours. His elation at this thought could hardly be expressed. He wasn't quite sure where he was going yet, just that he was definitely going. His best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, had planned on staying with him at the Dursleys, but Harry hadn't wanted them to be subjected to his relatives. They had been pretty adamant, but Harry finally persuaded them to spend some time with their families, assuring them that he’d be fine. As it was, he had convinced Hermione to go to France with her parents, and Harry was sure Mrs. Weasley was keeping Ron busy with preparations for Bill's wedding.

"I could always go to Grimmauld Place," Harry thought aloud, "or I could head to the Burrow early. But that would mean seeing..." he broke off as a petite redhead filled his thoughts. It wasn't that Harry disliked Ginny, she was a great girl; he was just afraid of the inevitable post-breakup awkwardness. And there would be awkwardness in abundance. Even more than there would be normally, since Ginny had been owling him constantly, begging to be taken back, claiming that he was playing the hero.

"Well, she would think that, wouldn't she?" Harry mused, "that is why she likes me after all. Because she thinks I can't be happy unless I'm chasing Voldemort," he spat.

Ginny's assessment couldn't be further from the truth. She didn't seem to understand that Harry hated being the Boy-Who-Lived. The real Harry was so very different from the image the public held of him. Hunting down Voldemort didn’t make Harry happy. He did it because he knew it needed done, and that he was the only one who could do it. It worried him, angered him and frightened him, but it never made him happy. Harry was only a teenage boy, how was he supposed to be the savior of the wizarding world? He didn’t want to be put on a pedestal, and he felt like Ginny had put him up on a high one. Harry didn’t like the fame he received, and he had a tendency to keep the details of his life as private as possible. He let his guard down around few people, and really opened up to even fewer. Harry hadn’t been able to really open up with Ginny, and Ginny didn’t seem to mind. Ginny seemed to prefer a physical connection to an emotional one. Only one girl could see the true Harry, but he tried to push thoughts of her from his head as well, though for a completely different reason....

Harry wasn't exactly sure when he had begun to develop feelings for Hermione. He knew it must have been some time ago, but he didn't really realize what his feelings actually meant until the end of his relationship with Ginny. He supposed it may have started in their second year. On some of the nights when Hermione was petrified, Harry had snuck into the hospital wing alone, where he held Hermione's petrified hand and talked to her through most of the night, read her his homework, and told her how much he missed her. Harry had been so terrified that she wouldn’t wake up. If it didn't start then, then it had definitely occurred in fourth year, when Hermione was the only one who believed Harry about putting his name in the Goblet of Fire, and then spent hours helping him perfect a Summoning Charm. I was so blind to take so long to see it. She's the only girl who has always been there for me, and she always will be. She always has my best interests at heart. I can count on her for anything, and I hope she knows that I'd do anything for her.

Harry was also a little hesitant to go to Grimmauld Place though. Harry hadn't been there since Sirius's death just over a year ago, and he wasn‘t sure if he was ready to go just yet. The loss of his godfather, the closest thing to a father Harry had, had hit extremely hard, and he had found it difficult to express and deal with his grief. It became even more difficult after he had seen Snape kill Professor Dumbledore in the astronomy tower. He figured Remus would probably be there, and he would enjoy seeing him; he just wasn’t sure if he was ready or not to go back to a place so full of memories of Sirius. Still though, being back in Sirius's house, even with all the memories, would be so much better than Ginny hanging on me all the time. Grimmauld Place it is, then.

Harry was jolted from his reverie by a soft hoot from the window. A gorgeous snowy owl held a bit of parchment in her beak. Harry ran a hand over her soft feathers as he took the parchment from Hedwig, one of his oldest friends.

"Thanks girl," Harry murmured.

Hedwig hooted softly again before flying to her perch, where she drank from her water dish. Since he had only let Hedwig out to hunt, without a letter to deliver, Harry was extremely curious to find who the note was from. He unfolded the parchment and read the neat, familiar script:

Harry,

Pack up your things and come downstairs. It’s about time for you to get out of this horrid place. Besides, I’ve missed you! I’ll be outside the door when you’re ready.

Love, Hermione

Harry grinned while he tossed the last of his socks into his trunk (a gift from Dobby, naturally). Grabbing the trunk and Hedwig's cage, he crept silently into the hall, cautiously tip-toeing as not to wake the Dursleys. Once he was downstairs, he walked silently to the front door and opened it to find one of his best friends, who just so happened to be the object of his affection, on the other side. She seemed startled to find the door suddenly open, but grinned at the sight of those familiar emerald eyes. Even though they had only been apart less than two months, it was entirely too long for both of them. Harry stepped back to take in Hermione's appearance. Her normally bushy brown hair was plastered to her head, with a few tendrils curling around her face. Even in the darkness, he could see the deep tan she had developed while on holiday in France. She was wearing a green t-shirt and jeans under a pink slicker, but Harry couldn't help but notice her protruding nipples through the thin, wet fabric of her shirt. Harry couldn't remember a time when he had seen someone look so...well, frankly, HOT, in the rain. What the bloody hell are you staring at her for? She's your best friend! Stop staring at her breasts! But they're so lovely! That's not the point, you‘re being a perverted prat! Besides, what about Ron? He'd probably pummel you! Probably, but you can‘t deny she has amazing breasts. Well no, but that‘s not the point. Oh well...

Hermione's voice snapped him back to reality. "Harry!" she squealed, rushing into his arms. Oh, I’ve missed him so much! I hope the Dursleys weren’t too awful to him; he seems to be alright. He looks amazing. And he seems happy to see me! It feels so good to have his arms wrapped around me. I’ve really missed this. He smells so good, like cinnamon, Ivory soap and something distinctly Harry. Oh, if I died right now, I’d die happily.

Harry held her tightly, noting that she smelled faintly of vanilla and magnolias. The feeling of her body pressed against his gave Harry chills, and even though he wanted nothing more than to smother her with kisses, he managed to maintain his composure.

"Hermione! What are you doing here? How are you? What have you been up to? Merlin, you're soaked! Come in, but please be quiet. The Dursleys are sleeping."

He heard her mutter "silencio" before she laughed and looked at him again. "Problem taken care of." She cast a drying spell on herself as Harry motioned her to the sofa and sat next to her.

"I know you didn't expect this, so I'm sorry for surprising you-"

"Don't worry," Harry assured her, "it's a pleasant surprise." He caught himself staring at her again, and quickly looked away, blushing.

A slight pink tinged Hermione's cheeks as she continued. "Remus asked me to come get you and bring you back to Grimmauld Place if you were up to it. He didn’t want you to be alone on your birthday, and neither do I. Plus he figured you’d need somewhere to go since you would never stay here longer than you had to. He would have come himself, but he's recovering from a nasty bout of...er...wizard's flu."

"That's perfect!" Harry exclaimed, "I was actually planning on going there myself."

"I can apparate us there if you like," Hermione said. "I've gotten the hang of side-along apparition."

"Actually, as the rain's let up,"-a quick glance outside confirmed this-"I was kind of hoping to fly. I know you're not comfortable with it, so you can apparate is you wan-"

"Harry," Hermione cut him off softly. "I won't be afraid if I'm with you."

Her chocolate eyes met his emerald ones as he grinned. She shrunk his belongings as he released Hedwig into the night. After leaving a note for the Dursleys (who he was sure would be very glad to see he'd gone for good), they huddled under his Invisibility Cloak and mounted his Firebolt.

"Hold on to me," he whispered back to her, and she clenched her arms around his waist, her cheek resting softly on his back. She breathed in the soft uniquely Harry scent of his neck and sighed contentedly. Harry pushed off, and they took off into the velvety black sky.

Come Fly With Me

Come fly with me,

Let’s fly, let’s fly away.

Once I get you up there,

Where the air is rarified,

We’ll just fly, starry-eyed.

Hermione's eyes were clamped tightly shut as they made their ascent. Harry, looking back, noticed and laughed softly.

"Hey," he said gently, "it's okay. Open your eyes."

Hermione hesitantly cracked one eye open before opening both eyes widely. As she took in the sights around and below them, she emitted a small gasp.

"Harry! It's beautiful!" The lights from the towns below twinkled against the dark backdrop of the countryside below them. "I never realized that flying could be so exhilarating!"

Harry laughed. “Of course you haven’t. You’d have had to have been on a broom sometime since out first flying lesson.”

“And how do you know I haven’t? Maybe Viktor took me flying sometimes.”

Harry felt a twinge of jealousy at the mention of Viktor Krum, but made no comment about him. Instead, he turned to her, one eyebrow raised in an expression of disbelief.

“Hermione, I know you. That in itself is enough to know that this is the first time you’ve been on a broom in almost six years.”

“Okay, so maybe it is. But you should have taken me flying ages ago,” she said.

“Like you would have gotten on a broom with me!”

“I already told you, I’m not afraid if I’m with you. You’re the best flier I’ve ever seen, not to mention that I trust you completely with everything. Now if it was Neville, I think it would be a completely different story…”

They both laughed; Neville had always been an abysmal flier, and was much better suited to having both feet planted firmly on the ground, though he had gotten a bit better over the years

Harry suddenly decided to shake things up a bit and show Hermione what he could really do on a broom.

"Hang on tighter Hermione," he said.

“Why?” she asked nervously.

“You’ll see.”

Once he felt her arms tighten around him, he flew into a loop and then made a small dive. He could hear Hermione breathing heavily, and he could feel her vise-like grip on his waist and her chin sticking into his back.

"Harry James Potter! What were you thinking? You could have gotten us killed!" Hermione squealed in her best prefect voice.

"But I didn’t get us killed. And it was fun though, wasn't it?" he asked, tossing her an impish grin over his shoulder.

Hermione found that grin disarming. That boy could cut off my leg and I’d still forgive him. "Well, yes, and it wasn't quite as scary as when we first rode Buckbeak," she admitted reluctantly, "but you could have given me a warning."

"Would you have let me do it if I had warned you?" he asked skeptically, quirking an eyebrow.

"Well, probably not. Just don't do it again, I'm feeling a tad queasy. You know I'm not a frequent flyer."

"So," Harry said, "how has your summer been so far?"

"I spent a few weeks in Nice with my parents. Usually we stay in the north of France, so it was exciting to explore a new part of it. My mother and I went shopping, my father took me sailing, and we had some fantastic quiches. But I spent most of my time lounging in the sun, reading.”

“You can tell,” Harry said. “You’ve got a great tan.”

Hermione blushed. “Um, thanks. I've been at the Burrow for the past week, but Remus came and got me today. I don't think I've ever been happier to see him. That man has perfect timing. Ron was driving me insane, and Ginny wasn‘t really helping things either."

"What do you mean?" Harry's curiosity was piqued.

Hermione flushed. "It's kind of embarrassing really. I sort of thought that I fancied Ron, so I kissed him to be sure."

"What's so embarrassing about that?" Harry asked, his face contorted in confusion, thankfully not betraying the mixed anger and jealousy he was feeling.

"Oh Harry, it was awful! It was like kissing my brother. The fact that he's a sloppy kisser didn't help much either. He's like a plunger! I felt like a puppy was licking my face. Although that probably would have been more enjoyable. You would have thought that Lavender would have taught him a thing or two when they were permanently attached at the face." Harry laughed at this while Hermione continued. "I guess Ron felt otherwise though, because he kept following me around trying to kiss me. And Ginny, she kept encouraging him. Even though I told her I wasn’t interested in Ron, she keeps trying to get me to change my mind. And she wouldn’t shut up about you the rest of the time. It’s like she wants us to be this fun little group of super couples or something. So between her encouragement and his own thick headedness, Ron doesn't seem to get the hint that I'm not interested."

"Have you said, 'Ron, I don't want to snog you. I would really appreciate it if you would please stop trying to attack my face with your mouth.'?" Harry asked, becoming much more amused by the situation now that he knew Hermione didn’t want to be with Ron. She’s not interested in him, which is fantastic, but I still feel guilty. It sounds like he’s pretty hung-up on her. But it’s not like she’d be interested in me anyway, so I guess I don’t really have to worry about it.

"Not exactly. I don't want to hurt his feelings, so I've been trying to avoid him. I have dropped several anvil-sized hints though. He just doesn't seem to understand. He really is a daft git sometimes."

"Sounds like an accurate description," Harry chuckled.

"What about you?" Hermione asked. "Why were you going to Grimmauld Place instead of the Burrow? I thought you'd jump at the chance to see Ginny."

"Quite the opposite, really," Harry replied.

“Trying to make the breakup easier on you through distancing yourself from her?” Hermione asked. I bet he still hasn’t gotten over her yet. But then again, they did seem to be somewhat serious, so I guess it‘s understandable. And Ginny’s gorgeous, and athletic, and popular. It’s not like he’d ever want me after having a girl like that.

"She thinks I dumped her to protect her, which I suppose at the time was mostly true, but I realized toward the end that I didn't really reciprocate her feelings. The night Dumbledore died really made me realize just how precious life is, and I knew that I didn’t see myself being with Ginny long-term. Ginny wanted to be with the Boy-Who-Lived, not Harry. I don’t want to be someone’s trophy, and I can't be with a girl who doesn't want me. I know this probably sounds horrible, but I think Ginny was sort of just a means of release for me. I felt alone with you and Ron constantly rowing, and she took away the loneliness. I'm grateful to her for that, but I couldn't be who she wanted me to be, and I couldn't feel how she wanted me to feel." Harry was incredibly aware of Hermione's soft breasts pressing into his back. This is about as awkward as it can get. Discussing my ex-girlfriend with the girl that I can’t stop thinking about. While her breasts are against me. And I’m starting to get an erection. I think this pretty much defines “awkward adolescence”.

"That makes sense," Hermione said, feeling much more chipper, "and it doesn't make you a bad person. I'm really sorry you felt so alone. I would never want you to feel like I wasn't there for you. Last year was a bit strange for all of us. Many things about last year are things I wish we could change. But it's in the past. There’s nothing we can do about it now. All we can do is be there for each other now."

"And I will be, Hermione. I'll always be there for you." Harry gave Hermione's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I know that Harry, and I'll be here for you too." Once again, Hermione settled her cheek on Harry's back.

The bright lights of London twinkled up at them. "This is absolutely breathtaking," Hermione said softly. "I've never seen anything quite so beautiful."

Harry turned back to her and smiled. "Neither have I Hermione," he breathed, "neither have I. Do you want to make a quick stop? I‘ve heard it‘s got a great view."

“Sure. After loops and dives, there’s not much you could throw at me now that I wouldn’t be up for,” she said teasingly.

And so they flew, high above London, the city spread beneath them in an array of colors. Faster and faster they went, nearing what was probably the city’s most recognizable landmarks.

“Oh Harry, are we really going up there?” Hermione asked, shocked, somewhat frightened, pleased and quixotic all at once.

“Yeah. I bet the views are fantastic.”

“I didn’t think they could get much better than what we’ve already seen, but I bet you’re right. This is so Peter Pan of you.”

“Maybe, but Peter Pan didn’t need a broom to fly. And I don’t wear tights,” he added as an afterthought, as he brought the broom to a halt beneath one of Big Ben’s faces. They sat there, floating on the broom, gazing at the most amazing sight either of them had ever seen.

“Say, is that the Statue of Liberty I see over there?” Harry said in what he felt was a very good imitation of a gangster, sending Hermione into a fit of giggles.

“Harry Potter, you are too much! That was one of the most ri--” She was cut off as Big Ben began chiming midnight.

“Wow, that is really loud when you’re this close,” Harry said.

“What?” Hermione yelled.

“I said, that’s really loud when you’re this close to it!” Harry yelled back. He decided the best course of action would be to fly away from Big Ben before they both went deaf.

When they were sufficiently out of reach of the clock’s dulcet chiming, Hermione said, “Hey Harry, would you mind awfully if we went back up there? The chiming has ended.”

I wonder why on earth she would want to go back up there. Oh well, it’s not like I’d say no to her anyway. “Sure. As long as you’re not planning on tying me to the minute hand or something.”

“Why, Harry James Potter! How could you think such a thing?! I’m going to tie you to the hour hand,” she said, laughing.

Harry flew back up to where they had been before. “Okay Mione, so what are we doing up here?”

“I wanted to be the first to wish you a happy birthday, and I figured what better place to do it than from the best view in London. So happy birthday, Harry. Here’s to a year of humor, happiness and, above all, hope. Promise me you’ll never lose any of them Harry.”

“I promise,” he said, the seriousness of her eyes betraying how frightened for the future she was. He enveloped her in his arms, holding her close to his chest. “I’ll never give up. I promise. But promise me you’ll be there to help me keep hope, okay?”

“I promise,” she whispered. “Happy birthday Harry.” She kissed his cheek before laying her head against his chest.

They stayed there like that for what seemed like forever to the two of them, an intimate moment between two friends that needed no words for validation. They both knew the seriousness of the situation looming ahead of them, and both knew the vital importance that friendship would hold in the fight against Voldemort.

Finally, Hermione broke the silence. “Harry, I’m scared.” Scared that I’m not good enough for you, and that you already know that. Scared that every time we hug will be the last. Scared that I’ll never be able to admit how I feel about you. Scared that we won’t be able to defeat Voldemort. Scared that you could never possibly love me like I love you.

“So am I, but it’s only natural in our situation. We should probably get to Grimmauld Place. Remus is probably wondering what’s taking us so long.” She has no idea just how scared I am. Scared that she would never want me. Scared that even if she did, it would be too dangerous to be together. Scared that Voldemort will go after her just because she knows me. Scared that I’m not going to live to be eighteen. Scared that I’ll never be able to taste how sweet her lips are. Scared that I’ll get her killed, like I almost did at the Ministry. Scared that she might never know just how much I love her, but too scared to tell her. Scared that every moment we spend together might be the last.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “Thanks for bringing me up here, Harry. The view is probably one of the best in the world.”

“Definitely the best in London,” he said, as he flew toward the home of his late godfather.

Harry gently landed the Firebolt in front of 12 Grimmauld Place. Checking to make sure they were alone, he removed the cloak. Hermione smiled at him as he offered her his hand to assist her off the broomstick.

“Since when did you become such a gentleman?” Hermione asked, amused.

“Oh, about twenty minutes ago.”

From inside 12 Grimmauld Place, a pair of eyes staring at them through a darkened window narrowed as they watched Harry help Hermione from the broom.

A/N: Well, here’s the next chapter. To those of you who reviewed the last chapter, THANK YOU!!! Nothing makes my day like a review. I’m not sure when I’ll post the next chapter (gotta keep you on your toes!). Happy reading!

xoxo Allie

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Come Dance With Me

Pretty face, I know a swinging place

Come on, dance with me.

Romance with me on a crowded floor.

When Harry saw the darkened windows of the house, he said, "Do you think Remus went to bed?"

"I don't know," Hermione replied, "but let's go inside. It’s getting cold out here." Harry put his arm around her for warmth and steered her toward the door. He turned the knob and ushered her inside.

"SURPRISE!!!" Harry could hardly believe his eyes. Practically everyone he knew was packed into the foyer, smiling, waving and cheering.

"Hermione, did you do this?" he asked.

A very becoming blush crept to her cheeks. "Yes," she replied, “but Remus and Molly really helped a lot.”

He pulled her closer, gave her a little squeeze, and planted a gentle kiss on the top of her head. "Thank you so much. This is amazing. I‘ve never had a birthday party before."

Hermione was struggling to accept that this little exchange had actually happened. He had never been quite so physically affectionate with her before. It was almost as if he felt something more for her. Could he actually like me? Of course he doesn't, silly girl. You're best friends. He probably just missed you. He's still suffering from losing Dumbledore and Sirius. He probably just wanted human contact. He hasn’t had much in his life. He just got caught up in the moment. If only it did mean more….

Harry looked at Hermione. She's never looked at me like that before. He noted the care, tenderness, and--dare he think it--desire of her gaze. No, she's just happy that I like her surprise. She could have any guy she wanted. She doesn’t want me like that.

Harry saw the familiar red head of Ron Weasley towering above most of the others in the room and heading in their direction. It wasn't until then that Harry really remembered that he and Hermione were no longer alone, but were in a room crowded with pretty much everyone they knew. He quickly dropped his arm from her waist and jumped away guiltily.

"Harry! Happy birthday!" Ron said, grinning, as he clapped a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Thanks Ron. How has your summer been so far? Done anything terribly exciting?"

"Not bad, not bad," Ron said, glancing furtively in Hermione's direction. "It’s been interesting, and it‘s gone by too fast. Well, don't just stand there, it's your party! Let's get to it!!"

Remus Lupin enveloped Harry in a hug. "How are you doing Harry?" he asked.

"I'm good Remus. How are you and--Tonks!" A young witch with bubblegum-pink hair apparated over to them and gave Harry a tight hug.

"Wotcher, Harry."

Remus laughed and put an arm around Tonks's waist. "As you can see Harry, we're fine."

"Good to hear."

Harry then shook hands with Mad-Eye Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt and all the Weasley men. Fleur Delacour, soon to be Mrs. Bill Weasley, kissed his cheeks and said "'Appy birthday 'Arry!"

"Thanks Fleur. When's the wedding?"

Fleur beamed. "Two weeks from today. Gabrielle is looking forward to seeing you. You will be there?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world Fleur," he said hugging her before being accosted by Molly Weasley.

"Happy birthday dear! Oh, you're so thin! Come blow out the candles and eat something!" she cried, pushing him toward the kitchen.

Someone dimmed the lights as Molly brought out a cake. She had bewitched it so tiny iced broomsticks zoomed to and fro about the frosting. Seventeen flames flickered from the candles. Ron stood on Harry's right, Hermione on his left. Everyone began singing, and Hermione gave Harry's hand a quick squeeze. Harry closed his eyes and made a wish. Everyone clapped as the cake began serving itself. Harry, Ron and Hermione took their cake and moved to a large sofa in the corner, where they were soon joined by their schoolmates and fellow DA members Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Susan Bones, Ernie MacMillan, Hannah Abbott, Justin Finch-Fletchley and Luna Lovegood. Colin Creevey was snapping pictures of the group, while Dean Thomas and Ginny Weasley talked in the corner across the room. Ginny kept shooting covetous looks in Harry's direction. Harry didn't notice, but Hermione did, and she felt a tinge of anger rising. Harry doesn't want her. Why doesn't she get it? Oh bollocks, I'm starting to sound like one of those awful girls consumed with petty jealousy. Ok, well maybe I am jealous. But that's not the point. If he wanted her, he'd have her. She needs to stop leading poor Dean on.

"Hermione," Harry said softly, bringing her back to reality.

"Hmm?"

"Come on, Colin wants a picture of the three of us."

He put an arm around her waist, the other around Ron's shoulders. Hermione placed her head on Harry's shoulder, and he pulled her closer. All three smiled for the camera.

Harry was wondering if this would be one of their last happy moments together. Too bad things won't stay this way.

Ron's eyes narrowed when he noticed Harry's arm around Hermione's waist and her head on his shoulder. They're awful touchy-feely tonight, and I don't like it.

Hermione's thoughts also strayed to the arm around her waist. I don't think I'll ever feel so safe and protected with anyone else.

Someone decided Harry should open his gifts, so everyone hurried to give him theirs first. The members of the DA gave him a set of defensive spellbooks. Molly had knitted him three jumpers and Arthur added a copy of The Big Book of Hexes. Bill and Fleur's present was a magical compass, rather similar to a Muggle GPS tracker, except that it also had a multi-purpose pocketknife and a mini-potion kit. Charlie gave Harry a brown dragonhide jacket that could resist most spells. The twins provided a massive box of their best fireworks in addition to some of their newest inventions that would aid him in his fight with Voldemort. Ron gave Harry an assortment of chocolate frogs, Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, sugar quills and licorice wands. Tonks's present was a subscription to Quidditch Monthly. Hermione had knitted Harry a Gryffindor Lions afghan (although she wouldn‘t admit whether or not she had bewitched the needles). Moody and Kingsley had gotten Harry a new high-tech sneakoscope. Remus's gift was a box of mementos of James, Lily and Sirius. Among the box were James's Quidditch jersey, Lily's engagement ring and Sirius's pocket watch with a picture of the three loyal Marauders with Lily. Harry was so overwhelmed that he thanked everyone and excused himself for a few moments.

When Harry opened the door of his bedroom, he was met by the last thing he expected. Ginny Weasley was lying on his bed in a tight blue top and black miniskirt, a gift bow perched on her head. This could not possibly lead to anything good.

"Ginny, what are you-"

"Aren't you going to open your present Harry?" she asked huskily.

"Ginny, we’re not together anymore. I broke up with you almost two months ago," Harry replied.

"It's okay, I know you didn't really want to. You were just being noble." She gave him a lusty gaze and slowly crawled toward him.

Harry took a slightly frightened step back. He felt like prey. "No Ginny," he said adamantly. "I did want to. I'm not interested in you like that anymore. This," he said gesturing between the two of them, “isn’t going to be happening again. I’m sorry if it sounds mean, but you need to move on.”

Ginny's eyes blazed with anger. " You'll come around eventually darling. And when you do, I'll be waiting. This is hardly the last you'll see of me, Harry Potter." She exited the room, running her hand down his chest as she made her way out the door.

Harry sighed and went back downstairs. Someone had begun to play music, and several people were dancing. Harry noticed Hermione sitting alone, looking thoughtfully out the window.

"Hermione, would you like to dance?" he asked, offering her his hand.

Hermione smiled and took it. The upbeat disco song changed to Frank Sinatra's "The Way You Look Tonight." Harry kept Hermione's hand clasped in his as he placed his other on the now-familiar curve of her waist. He twirled her expertly around the floor, spun her out, and pulled her back, holding her closer. Neither noticed anyone else around them; they were focused only on each other. At one point he dipped her so suddenly that Hermione gasped.

"What," he whispered, "did you really think I'd let you fall?"

"Of course not," she replied, "it was just sudden is all."

The song ended and Harry kissed Hermione's hand. "Thank you for the dance."

Hermione replied, "You're welcome," and gave a small curtsy. They both looked at each other and collapsed into fits of laughter.

"Where did you learn to dance like that? You certainly weren't busting any moves like that at the Yule Ball," Hermione said with a snicker.

"Well I felt like a complete prat at the Yule Ball, so I had Neville give me a few lessons. But don't tell Ron. You know he'd never let me live it down. Actually, he probably wouldn‘t let Neville live it down either, and the last thing Neville needs is another thing to worry about."

"I won't," Hermione laughed.

Neither noticed a now more-clothed Ginny glowering at them as she danced closely with Dean.

Eventually people began trickling out. Harry asked Ron if he'd like to stay, but was met with, "I'd love to mate, but mum would kill me if I skived off. She's been insane about this wedding. Merlin forbid a guy get a break from all the talk about lace, flowers, makeup and seating arrangements. It‘s sickening, it is." Ron wished Harry a happy birthday once more, gave Hermione a lingering hug and flooed home.

"What about you Mione?" he asked, "I'd love some company. Remus and Tonks are spending a couple of weeks in Ibiza. Hell, stay the rest of the summer if you like."

"Really Harry? Oh thank you!" she wrapped her arms around his neck.

I could definitely get used to this. Harry returned her embrace, content for the moment.

Harry and Hermione were still holding on to each other when a tawny owl swooped in and dropped a bit of parchment on Harry’s head. He let go of her as she laughed and he read it out loud.

Dear Mr. Potter,

As you know, this is your 17th birthday. Since you are now of age and have successfully passed an apparition test, you are now able to legally apparate as you please.

Melissa Montoya
Department of Magical Transportation

"Congratulations Harry," Hermione grinned. "I guess it's a good thing the owl dropped a note on your head. Other things could have been much less pleasant. And much more messy."

"You're such a comedian," he said, rolling his eyes. "But thanks. I'll show you to your room." Hermione followed him up the steps, and upon reaching the second landing, he opened the door next to his.

"I know it's not much, but-"

"Harry, it's fine," she assured him. Though what Harry had said was true, the room wasn’t much (a slightly rundown bed with thin blankets and a dresser with a leg missing), Hermione didn’t really care. I’d sleep in dirt if it meant getting to be so close to Harry.

"I want to redecorate the whole house. It's entirely too gloomy. Would you help? I'm not really good at these types of things. I'd like to get started today if possible." And I want to start with your room. You deserve so much better than this, and I can give it to you, so I will.

"Sure, I'd like to help," Hermione said, smiling at him.

"Well, I'll leave you to get settled in." He smiled at her, and without another word, he retreated to his own room.

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Photograph

It’s just another story caught up in another photograph I found,

And it seems like another person lived that life so many years ago from now.

Half an hour later, a soft knock came at Harry's door.

"Come in." He looked up as Hermione entered wearing a pair of cherry-print flannel boxers, a white tank top and a pair of furry slippers. She was carrying a large book in her hand, but Harry was focused more on her long, tan legs. Does she have any idea what she does to me? Even in her pajamas, she is completely gorgeous. And she should definitely show off those legs of hers a little more…

Hermione was startled to find Harry sitting on his bed wearing only a pair of gray sweats. Six years of Quidditch have left him with some VERY defined muscles. And that hair...I doubt he realizes how sexy that uncontrollable hair of his is. Every time I see him, I just want to run my hands through it…

"Hey," Harry said, his gaze abandoning the pictures Remus had given him in favor of Hermione. “Have a seat,“ he said, patting the bed next to him, and she sat down. "What's up?"

"I have another present for you," she said, handing him the book. “I didn’t want to give it to you in front of everybody else, because it’s kind of personal.” He gave her a quizzical look and opened it. On the first page was a picture of the trio, taken in front of Hagrid's hut their first year at Hogwarts. Hermione was in the middle, one arm around each of the boys, who each had an arm around her. They were all grinning.

“That seems like a lifetime ago,“ Harry said before he turned the page.

Each new picture brought back memories of their six years together. Hermione holding Harry's hand in the hospital wing while he looked around groggily (this scene had occurred so many times that he wasn't sure when it was taken). Harry climbing onto Buckbeak's back, while Ron looked on in awe and Hermione in fright. Hermione on the sofa in the Gryffindor common room, Harry's feet in her lap while his head rested on the arm. Harry with his arm around Hermione on the stairs the night of the Yule Ball. Harry and Ron in their Quidditch robes, each with an arm around Hermione, who was holding the snitch. Harry and Hermione under their favorite tree by the lake, Hedwig on her shoulder, Crookshanks in his lap. The pair of them with the Weasleys at an evening meal at the Burrow. Harry experiencing his first game of Hogwarts Quidditch as a spectator while cheering on Gryffindor with Hermione and Neville during a Quidditch match fifth year. Hermione laughing as Fang pinned Harry to the floor, licking his face. Harry and Hermione in the Hogwarts kitchens with Dobby and Winky while wearing S.P.E.W. badges. All the Gryffindors in their year knocking back butterbeers at The Three Broomsticks. The trio at Harry's birthday party a few hours before, as well as with all present D.A. members. The last picture was also mere hours old, but Harry hadn't known it had been taken. Colin had captured Harry and Hermione at the exact moment that Harry had dipped her on the dance floor.

Harry looked up at Hermione in surprise. "I can't believe you did this for me Mione," he said. "This is probably the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."

Hermione blushed. "I just didn't want you to forget me in case-" she broke off, lower lip quivering.

"In case of what?" he asked, concerned.

"In case for some reason we get separated when we're older, or if I get k-killed." She was unable to fight the tears any longer, and they fell freely down her face like tiny raindrops.

Harry scooted her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her while she sobbed into his chest.

"Shh." He rocked her back and forth. "That's never going to happen Mione. I will always be here. I will always be a part of your life. I won't let anyone hurt you."

"I know, I'm just s-s-scared. We're in the m-middle of this war n-now, and you know how V-Voldemort feels about Muggle-borns. What if he uses m-me to get to y-you?"

"I'm scared too Mione," he said, kissing the top of her head. "But if he wants to hurt you, he's going to have to go through me first."

“That’s w-what I’m afraid of,” she sniffed. “I don’t w-want to l-lose you. You’re the b-best friend I’ve ever h-had.”

“You won’t lose me.”

“You d-don’t know that for s-sure.”

“I feel it in my heart Mione. I have to believe it. If I don’t believe in myself, I’ll never be able to defeat Voldemort.”

"H-Harry?" she looked up at him through wet eyes, tears staining her cheeks. "Would it be okay if I s-slept in here t-tonight? I d-don't think I should b-be alone right n-now."

Harry's brain was reeling. He'd have Hermione in his bed. It was innocent of course, but he'd still feel the warmth of her body next to his. Stop thinking about that Potter! She’s not here for a snog or a shag! She’s here for some comfort and support. She's really upset right now. Don't be a prat, be a friend. And a gentleman.

"Of course you can," he said. “I’ll sleep on the floor.“

“Harry, that’s ridiculous. It’s your room, and the bed is huge. I think I’ll be able to restrain myself from jumping you,” she said, trying to make light of the situation through her tears. Well, I’ve been able to restrain myself so far. This shouldn’t be any different. Although, given the incredibly close proximity, it could be considerably more difficult than in the past.

He laid her down and wrapped the comforter around her shivering body. He shut off the light and crawled under the covers next to her. She was still crying, so he put his arm around her, pulling her close.

"Shh," he said, "it's okay. I'm not going anywhere." He rubbed small circles on the back of her hand until she finally fell asleep.

Hermione's last thoughts of the night were of how good it felt to be in Harry's arms. They were protective, reassuring, and she knew that he had been telling the truth.

He wasn't going anywhere.

A/N: Well here’s the next chapter. You’ve all seemed to really enjoy the story so far, so I think you’ll really like this one. Since it was originally three chapters, a lot happens (and a lot of fluff happens too…I can’t help myself). Also, a few readers (and my best friend) have asked me why they were painting by hand. Harry and Hermione both grew up as Muggles, and Harry hasn’t even been able to do magic outside of school for a whole day yet. So it makes sense that he’d be using a paintbrush. To everyone who reviewed: thank you so much! I really appreciate it. I hope I was able to reply to all of you. Happy reading!

xo Allie

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First Date

When you smile, I melt inside.

I'm not worthy for a minute of your time.

I really wish it was only me and you,

I'm jealous of everybody in the room.

Please don't look at me with those eyes,

Please don't hint that you're capable of lies.

I dread the thought of our very first kiss,

A target that I'm probably gonna miss.

Harry awoke to sunlight dancing on his face. He remembered he wasn't alone. He looked at Hermione sleeping peacefully under his arm. He would have loved for her to wake up in his arms, but he was afraid she'd find it awkward, so he decided he'd go downstairs and cook them some breakfast instead. He brushed a lock of hair back from her forehead and planted a quick kiss there before going downstairs.

When Hermione woke, she felt cold. She opened her eyes and realized that she was feeling Harry's absence. She smelled bacon, and figured he must be making breakfast. She wished she could have woken up in his arms, but figured that he probably woke up feeling awkward enough about the situation as it was. She stretched a bit before making her way to the kitchen.

Harry was in front of the stove, Hermione occupying his thoughts. He found himself humming "The Way You Look Tonight" as he cooked. Hermione heard him and smiled to herself. He must be thinking about our dance last night. That's a good sign, right?

"Good morning," she said brightly, gratefully noting that he was still shirtless. I wish he was for breakfast... Hermione! Stop it! This is Harry...you know, your best friend? It's not my fault he's so yummy-looking. But it is your fault that you're staring and thinking dirty things. Oh, sod off. Besides, I could always be thinking much dirtier things…

"Feeling better?" Harry asked.

"Much. Thanks for letting me stay in your room last night. I felt a lot better knowing you were right there."

"No big deal. I'm glad it helped. Hungry?" He gestured to the table.

"Wow, this looks amazing! What is it?"

"Banana-stuffed French toast. I saw the recipe in an American cookbook." Harry brought the bacon to the table and poured them each a glass of pumpkin juice. He pulled her chair out for her. She thanked him, and he smiled broadly while pushing in her chair.

Hermione took a bite of the French toast. "Harry, this is fantastic!"

Harry flushed. "It's just breakfast Mione."

"Just breakfast?! Harry, this is the best breakfast I've ever had!"

"Thanks Hermione." If I can get you that excited about my cooking, I can only imagine how you'd be if you and I cooked something up... Harry was getting hard thinking about all the things he could do to her, so he quickly changed the subject.

"What do you think about yellow for the kitchen walls?"

"Yellow would be great! The room would be so much brighter," she added. "Plants would look nice as well." She thought about something for a moment before saying, "Harry? Do you mind if I leave for a bit? I need to get my things from home."

"Hermione, you don't have to ask my permission. You can come and go as you please. I'll do some shopping while you're out."

"Great. I'll just change and pop out. Breakfast was amazing, in case you needed reminding," Hermione said, kissing his cheek before heading upstairs to change her clothes.

Harry set the dishes to washing themselves before following Hermione's lead. This is the perfect opportunity to work on her surprise.

When Hermione returned a few hours later, Harry was painting the kitchen yellow.

"It already looks better," she said.

"Yeah," he agreed, "but there's still a lot to do."

"I'll just put my things away and I'll come help." She hurried up the stairs as a small smile crept to Harry's lips.

Hermione opened her door and stared in shock. In the short time she had been gone, Harry had given her room a complete makeover. The walls were a lovely pale green. A large espresso-finished canopy bed was the room's focal point, flanked by matching nightstands topped with crystal vases of black cherry calla lilies and orchids. The bedding was a fluffy, luxurious cream color, with matching curtains flapping at the open window and running the length of the canopy. An espresso-finished vanity was against one wall, opposite a matching dresser. Several black-and-white photographs were hung, including one of Hermione and Crookshanks, the lot of them at the Quidditch World Cup, and last night's picture of Harry and Hermione dancing.

Hermione gasped and brought her hand to her mouth, awestruck.

"Do you like it?" Harry called from the doorway, where he was lounging lazily against the frame.

"Harry, this is absolutely amazing!" she cried, flinging herself at him. Harry was quite pleased. "Thank you," Hermione whispered, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before moving to unpack her clothes.

Harry headed back to the kitchen in a daze. Hermione had kissed him. He lifted his hand to his lips. He could still feel where their lips had touched. Although it had been brief, it had been electric. I felt more in that one small kiss than I ever felt with Ginny, and it was certainly better than that disastrous kiss with Cho. That was bloody brilliant. I wonder if she likes me. She must. Why else would she kiss me? She probably was just really excited you git. He picked up the paint roller and resumed painting as if on autopilot.

Hermione flopped onto her incredibly comfortable new bed in shock. She had just kissed Harry. Her body felt like it was on fire. No kiss had ever made her feel like that before. It hadn't lasted very long, but the short moment it had lasted had been magic. I wonder if he felt what I felt. I probably shouldn't have done it. What if he gets mad at me? Silly girl, Harry won't yell at you for kissing him. He may act a little funny, but you'll be alright. I want to kiss him again. Control yourself Granger! But it was amazing, and his lips are amazing, and he’s amazing…. That may be true, but you’re acting ridiculous. Get a grip, girl! It’ll be alright.
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When 2 o'clock came around, Harry and Hermione had painted the kitchen, moved in a new breakfast table and chairs, and successfully removed all the grime from the appliances. There were new dishes in the cabinet and rubber plants in the corners of the room. Harry had just fixed them some sandwiches when a soft knock came at the door. Harry answered to find Professor McGonagall.

"Professor, please come in," he said, ushering her in the door.

"Thank you, Mr. Potter." She followed him into the kitchen, where Hermione was making lemonade.

"Miss Granger, this is a pleasant surprise," Professor McGonagall said, eyebrows raised.

"Hello Professor," Hermione said warmly. "Would you like some lemonade?"

"Thank you dear, that would be lovely," she responded, sitting in a chair Harry had pulled out for her.

"What brings you here, Professor?" he inquired.

"Business," she replied, "but first, happy birthday Mr. Potter." She handed him a long parcel. He opened it to reveal an old broomstick.

"That was an old broom of your father's. I thought you might like to have it."

"Thank you Professor." Harry ran his hands over the polished wood handle. This had been his father's. Harry felt an incredible connection to his father just then.

"Hagrid is sorry he missed your party, but he sends his regards, and this." Harry unwrapped the package she had given him to find The Complete Book Of Owl Care.

"Give him my thanks, Professor."

"Will do, Mr. Potter. Now, down to business. Professor Dumbledore left me a few instructions in regards to you. First, he wanted you to have his pensieve." Harry's eyes widened as she procured the stone basin. "Also, he left Fawkes to you, but if you are unable to take care of him, we can find other arrangements."

"No," Harry said as Fawkes flew in and landed on his shoulder, "I'll take care of him." Fawkes made a pretty, musical sound.

"It was the Headmaster's wish that you receive this as well, to aid you against Voldemort." Harry and Hermione both gasped as Professor McGonagall handed Harry Gryffindor's sword.

"P-Professor? Are you sure?" Harry asked, unbelieving.

"It is what Dumbledore wished. Now, I know you have decided that you won't be attending Hogwarts this year, but it was the Headmaster's sincerest wish that you be given this." She handed him a Head Boy badge. "Please think about it, Harry. There is still much you can learn."

Hermione had been pretty silent until now. "Harry," she said tentatively, "going back to school could be a good idea. There are so many resources there that we don't have here. Plus, this year's lessons are more advanced, and it would help us to know more advanced magic than we do since the Death Eaters know more. I'm sure we could negotiate some terms or something."

Harry glanced at Hermione's eyes, full of hope and near tears. It broke Harry's heart to see her like that. I can't say no to her. She lives for learning. She’s wanted to be Head Girl since our first year, and everyone knows that if she goes back she’ll get it. But she won’t go back unless I do. I can’t stand in the way of one of her biggest dreams. Besides, she’s right.

"Okay," he whispered, touching her hand.

Professor McGonagall watched this exchange with interest. Harry turned back to her. "Ron, Hermione and I, and possibly a few others, need to be able to leave the grounds whenever we need to, have access to all potions ingredients, and access to the Restricted Section. Also, we may need to miss classes from time to time."

"Professor Dumbledore said something like this might happen, so I will accept your terms. As Head Boy, you already have access to the Restricted Section. As do you Miss Granger," she added, handing Hermione a Head Girl badge.

Hermione was positively elated. "Oh thank you Professor!" she squealed.

Harry gave her a big hug. "Congratulations Mione," he grinned, "I knew you'd get it." Hermione blushed and mumbled something that sounded like, "Thank you, but nobody could have known."

"Here are your letters," Professor McGonagall said. "Your duties are explained in full. I'm terribly sorry, but I must be off. And so you know, your quarters will have the apparition bans lifted, but only in your quarters, and only for you two. The only way anyone else can apparate in there is if you side-along them. Goodbye Mr. Potter, Miss Granger. The kitchen looks lovely, by the way." She nodded to them and left.

"Well," Harry said, turning to Hermione. "This is cause to celebrate! What do you say we go out for dinner tonight?"

"Okay," she smiled, "sounds good. I'll just go owl Ron with the news." She ran upstairs, thinking that dinner would be very much like a date.

Harry was nervous now. He and Hermione were going out to dinner. Alone. It would be almost like a date. Harry decided he should take a shower. He was walking from his room to the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, when Hermione walked into the hallway. They both froze, blushing.

"I'm, er, going to take a shower," Harry stammered.

"Okay, I'm going to, er, go play with Fawkes."

“Okay then,” Harry said. “I’m just going to take a shower.”

“Right,” Hermione said, trying to avert her eyes but finding herself unable to. She finally just ran downstairs, feeling that was the best solution to her little staring problem.

Harry headed into the bathroom, embarrassed, yet slightly pleased, that she saw him in his towel. I wonder if she liked what she saw.

Hermione definitely liked what she saw. Her mind strayed to the well-defined lower abdominal muscles just above his towel. Oh to have been that towel...
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Harry didn't know what to wear. Normally he didn't care, but tonight was special. Tonight he was taking Hermione out for a congratulatory dinner. Eventually, he decided on a pair of dark jeans, a green polo shirt that matched his eyes, brown shoes and his new jacket from Charlie in case it got a bit cold later.

He went downstairs to wait for Hermione. When she appeared, Harry had to remind himself to breathe. She was wearing a white strapless eyelet sundress with emerald green lace-up espadrilles. She had a green 3/4 sleeve cardigan over her shoulders, and her glossy chestnut curls hung down her back, pulled off her face with a silver barrette.

"Do I look okay?" she asked, giving a little twirl.

"You look amazing," he said with such sincerity that she looked at his face, as if searching for a hint of exaggeration. Finding none, she asked, "Where are we going?"

"I was thinking about this Muggle restaurant that serves great Italian, but we can go somewhere else if you like."

"That sounds perfect Harry," she said as they headed out the door.

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Enjoy the Silence

All I ever wanted, all I ever needed,

Is here, in your arms.

Words are very unnecessary,

They can only do harm.

"I'm really glad we came to a Muggle restaurant," Hermione remarked, taking a bite of her penne with pesto.

"Me too," Harry agreed. "It's nice to go somewhere without being hounded by reporters."

"There’s no chance of Rita Skeeter hiding behind the salt and pepper shakers here either. By the way, you've got sauce on your chin," Hermione laughed, reaching up to wipe it off with her napkin. He is so adorable!

"Thanks," Harry laughed. "I'm glad I have you to look out for me," he said seriously. What would I do without her? Other than walk around with sauce on my face, that is.

Hermione squeezed his hand. "Glad I could help."

They stayed like that for a few seconds, stuck in the moment, gazing into each other's eyes until the waiter appeared with the check. Harry paid, and the pair headed outside. The sun had nearly set, and a few stars were barely visible above the bright lights of London.

"Care for a walk?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded.

They walked in a comfortable silence for awhile, each simply enjoying the closeness of the other. They passed all sorts of people as they walked; children out for an ice cream with their grandfather, couples walking arm-in-arm, street entertainers and people walking their dogs. Hermione stopped to pet one that had wandered over to her, and Harry noticed how happy she seemed. After they had walked a bit more, Harry noticed Hermione quietly shiver, so he removed his jacket and placed it around her shoulders.

"Harry, you didn't have to do that." He's such a gentleman. It almost makes me want to swoon. What am I talking about? I don't swoon! Maybe I would for Harry.…

"I know," he replied, "but I wanted to. I'm comfortable, and you're obviously chilled. Do you want to go home?"

"No," she answered, "let's stay out a little while longer. It's a beautiful night."

"It sure is," he said, gazing at her.

They walked by a small park. Hermione sat down on a swing. Harry stood behind her, pushing her forward. Moonlight shone off Hermione's hair, her dress flapping gently around her knees. It was difficult for Harry to control himself. I don't think she has any idea how beautiful she is.

Hermione was acutely aware of Harry's hands on her hips each time he gave her a push, and they sent chills down her spine. From Harry, even the lightest touch is electric.

"I can't believe Dumbledore wanted me to be Head Boy," Harry remarked.

"Why wouldn't he?" Hermione asked. "You make high marks, you're a good leader, you're well-liked and respected, and you're the most powerful student at Hogwarts."

"I believe that honor goes to you," Harry laughed.

"No Harry," she said, exasperated. "I'm smart, and I learn quickly, but my power pales in comparison to yours." She gave him such an intense look that he didn't release the swing, but instead held firmly onto her hips.

"If you say so. It'll be nice to have our own quarters. I'll actually be able to get a little sleep without Ron snoring in the next bed."

Hermione gave a tinkling laugh. "It will be nice. I imagine it will be a lot like us now at Grimmauld Place, just with less space. Maybe it's a good thing we'll be used to having each other around all the time before school starts."

"Yeah," Harry said, "it's been nice having you here Mione."

"You know, I like when you call me Mione." Hermione stepped off the swing and took Harry's large calloused hand in her small soft one. "Let's go home Harry." She gave him a soft smile.

They walked home in the same silence in which they came. They swung their linked hands between them as they walked, each thinking that things between them would soon change.

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You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This

I got a funny feeling

The moment that your lips touched mine.

Something shot right through me,

My heart skipped a beat in time.

When you kiss me like this,

I think you mean it like that.

If you do, baby, kiss me again.

Voldemort let out an evil laugh. "You will die soon enough, Potter, but not before you watch your beloved Mudblood die first."

Harry heard a small whimper, and turned to see Bellatrix Lestrange holding Hermione's arms behind her back.

"Hermione!" he yelled, rushing toward her.

"Not so fast Potter," Voldemort said, hitting Harry with a body bind so powerful that it knocked him into the wall.

"Harry!" Hermione cried, tears flowing freely down her face.

"Quiet, you insolent Mudblood! Crucio!" The yellow light hit Hermione in the abdomen, and she began to writhe in pain.

"No!" Harry yelled.

"Now comes the fun part Potter. For me at least. I'm sure your Mudblood will find it less enjoyable." Voldemort laughed and raised his wand, pointing hit at Hermione's chest.

"AVADA KEDAVRA." Hermione crumpled to the floor as the green light hit her.

"NOOOO!" Harry woke in a cold sweat, sheets twisted around his legs. Hermione.... He jumped out of bed and ran to the next room, flipping on the light. Hermione was turning over in bed. She opened one eye.

"Harry? What's wrong?" she asked as she sat up, worry evident in her voice.

"I-- I had a nightmare, and I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Oh Harry, I'm fine. Come here," she said, pushing back the covers. Harry climbed into her bed and she wrapped the covers around the two of them. "Tell me what's wrong," she whispered, smoothing his hair.

He looked into her big brown eyes. "It was you," he said finally. "Voldemort had you. I tried to get to you, but he wouldn't let me. Then he did the Cruciatus Curse on you. It was horrible. And he LAUGHED. I was so angry, but then he-he-he hit you with the Avada Kedavra." Silent tears were falling down Harry's face. "I-I just wanted to make sure you were alright," he choked. "I don't think I c-could g-go on without y-you."

"Harry, if something like that does happen, you have to keep going. You have to kill him. The entire wizarding world needs you to kill him, and you know it has to be you. Saving millions of people is far more important than saving me."

"Nobody is more important than you Mione. I'd die myself before I'd let anyone cause you any harm." Harry's words touched Hermione so much that she began to cry. Harry thought he had upset her. "Don't cry Mione. I'm sorry, but it's true. You're the most important person in my life."

"It's not that Harry," she said, wiping at her eyes, "it’s just that in a weird way, that was probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me."

"I meant every word. I'll always protect you."

Hermione gently wiped the tears from Harry's cheeks. "I know you will," she said softly, kissing his scarred forehead. He held her in his arms and she rubbed his back until he drifted off into sleep. Hermione decided that she never wanted to fall asleep without his arms around her ever again. I guess I'll have to tell him. I can only hope he feels the same. She kissed Harry's forehead once more before falling into a dreamless sleep.

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Hermione opened her eyes and was surprised to see Harry's gorgeous green eyes staring back at her. "Good morning," he smiled, brushing a lock of hair out of her face.

"Hi," she whispered, horrified that he was looking at her first thing in the morning. My hair must look awful. But I'm still in his arms…. She smiled a smile so dreamy that it was Luna-worthy.

She's so sleepy and adorable and I really just want to kiss her. Harry could no longer fight his thoughts, and he brought his lips to hers. If that first brief kiss had been electric, this kiss was of volcanic proportions. He pulled her closer to him, and Hermione tangled her hands in his messy black hair. His tongue ran over her lips, begging for entrance to her mouth, and she parted her lips to allow him access. They kissed hungrily until they needed air. Hermione panicked and started to get out of the bed, but Harry grabbed her wrist. "Wait Mione. I think we should talk about this."

"It's okay Harry, I know it didn't mean anything."

"Didn't mean anything? Hermione, it meant EVERYTHING! To me, at least. Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that?"

Probably not as long as I've wanted you to do that. "Really?" she asked, hopeful.

"Mione, I-- I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember. It just took me awhile to realize it, and I've been too afraid to tell you." Realizing what he just said, his eyes widened. "But now I have. I just can't hide it anymore."

Hermione laughed, causing Harry to frown. "Harry," she said, "I think I've loved you since you saved me from the troll. I just never thought Harry Potter would see little bookworm Hermione Granger as anything but a friend. I tried to move on with Viktor and Ron, but if anything, they only made me want you more,"

"So what does this mean? Are we a couple now?"

"Do you want to be?" she asked.

"More than anything," he assured her.

"Then yes," she said, "I suppose we are." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with such an intense passion that Harry momentarily forgot who he was.

"You know," she remarked, "I really enjoy waking up in your arms."

"And I really like having you in them," he said, kissing her throat.

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The next couple of weeks passed much more quickly than expected. They spent their days redecorating, and their nights out or in the library. Harry cooked, Hermione cleaned, and they always ended the day in the same bed (usually Hermione's).

The day of Bill and Fleur's wedding arrived before they knew it.

A/N: Well, you guys have been waiting for it, so here it is: the wedding! There’s awkwardness, anger, fluff and danger. Hopefully it will be to your liking!

Love is a Battlefield

We are strong,

No one can tell us we're wrong.

Searching our hearts for so long,

Both of us know it.

Love is a battlefield.

Hermione was surprised to find a small box on her bed after she got out of the shower. The note on top of it read:

My Mione,

I thought you might like these.

Love, Harry

Hermione slowly opened the box to reveal a pair of jewel-encrusted hair combs. She turned them over carefully, amazed at how they perfectly matched the dress she was going to wear. She noted that they resembled orchids, her favorite flower. He is so sweet! I wonder how he knew they matched my dress.

Bill had told the guests to forgo robes, as it was the middle of August. As a result, Harry was wearing the outfit Hermione had picked out for him: an emerald green dress shirt with a pink (Harry was hesitant, but since Hermione wanted him to, he wore it) and emerald striped tie, khaki slacks and brown shoes. His hair, as usual, couldn't be tamed. Harry sat at the kitchen table, waiting. When Hermione entered, his jaw dropped. She was wearing a knee-length strapless pink flared sundress, cinched at the waist with an emerald green ribbon. Matching green peep-toe pumps were on her feet, and the hair combs allowed Harry to see all of her beautiful face.

"Hermione, if you keep dressing like that, I might need resuscitation."

"Good thing I know CPR," she laughed, kissing him. "Now, I know the green stones are emeralds, but what are the pink ones?"

"Pink sapphires," he answered. Anticipating her next question, he added, "I got Dobby to tell me what dress you were wearing."

"Harry? What are we going to do today?" she asked, brows furrowed. "I mean, are we going to let everyone know that we're a couple?"

"Would that be alright with you?" he asked.

"If it's okay with you," she said.

"Good," he grinned. "Now that I've got you, I want everyone to know that I'm the luckiest bloke in the world."

Hermione blushed. "Shall we go then, Luckiest Bloke In The World?"

"Let's." He took her arm and they apparated to the Burrow.

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The Burrow looked completely different than either of them had ever seen it. A large white tent had been erected in the back yard, under which chairs and an altar stood. A long red carpet ran from the front door to the altar. There were no signs of stray broomsticks, boots, or cauldrons. The garden was gnome-free. There were calla lilies everywhere, and twinkling lights were strung all around. Two large fountains sparkled in the sunlight.

Arthur rushed out to meet them. "Harry! Hermione! Good to see you! You both look great."

"Thanks Mr. Weasley," Hermione said, giving him a hug after Harry shook his hand.

"Come inside kids. Molly will want to see you."

Molly did want to see them. She enveloped them in a large hug the second they set foot in the house. "Congratulations you two! Head Boy and Girl! I knew you had it in you, of course! Ron's been made quidditch captain!"

Molly noticed that Hermione's fingers were still firmly laced with Harry's. "Do we have another couple in our midst?"

Both nodded, and Molly hugged them again. "I'm so happy for you dears! I'd hoped this would happen!"

"Really?" Hermione asked. "I was always under the impression that you wanted Ron and I to get together."

"Well, I did at first," Molly admitted. "But then I saw how you two interacted together. You and Ron fight entirely too much to be able to have a healthy relationship. You and Harry are much more compatible, and you're good for each other."

Harry grinned and squeezed Hermione's hand. "We think so too."

"I am a little worried about how Ron and Ginny will take this though," Molly said frowning. "Do try to break it to them gently."

As if on cue, Ron and Ginny ran down the stairs, bickering about something trivial. They stopped when they saw Harry and Hermione. Harry scratched the back of his head and said, "Ginny? Could I, er, have a word?"

"Of course Harry. Anything for you," she said, smiling broadly. Hermione had to fight not to roll her eyes.

Harry and Ginny went to the front porch. "Ginny, I have something to tell you-"

"Yes Harry?" she said, breathlessly.

"-and I don't think you're going to like it very much." The smile quickly left Ginny's face. He continued, "I figured it was better if you heard it from me. Ginny, Hermione and I, well, we're in a relationship now."

"I knew it!" Ginny yelled. "That's why you turned me down on your birthday."

"Hermione and I weren't together then. I told you I wasn't going to do it because I didn't have feelings for you. Ginny, you and I have been over for a few months now. I love Hermione, and I'm hoping we'll be together for a long time. I'm sorry Ginny, but that's how it's going to be." He turned and went inside.

Ginny's eyes narrowed. Over my dead body, Harry. Hermione Granger, this means war.

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"Ron, I need to tell you something," Hermione said, as Molly hastily exited the kitchen.

"Yeah?" he asked, hopeful. "What is it?"

"I don't really know how to ease into this, so I'll just tell you. Harry and I are together now."

Ron's face fell. "You and...Harry? But I thought you fancied me."

"So did I for awhile. I'm sorry if I led you on. I hoped that being with you would make me forget Harry, but kissing you only made me want him more. I'm so sorry Ron! I'm a horrible person."

Ron looked at her. "Am I really that bad of a kisser?"

"No Ron, that wasn't the problem at all. It just felt like I was kissing my brother."

"Oh."

"Please don't be mad at Harry, Ron. I've loved him for a very long time.

"You love him?" She nodded.

"And he makes you happy?"

"So much that it's almost scary," she said.

"Well, if he hurts you, I'll pummel him."

Hermione laughed. "I don't think we'll have to worry about that, but thank you." She kissed his cheek. "We're still friends Ron, and all three of us are going to need each other more than ever this year."

Harry walked in the door, sighing. Ron stuck his hand out. "Congratulations, mate. Take care of her. Any funny business and I'll be forced to hurt you."

"Fair enough," Harry said, shaking Ron's hand. Hermione hugged them both.

Ron looked at the clock. "You two should go sit down. The wedding's starting soon."

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Harry and Hermione were told to sit behind Arthur and Molly since they were practically family. Remus and Tonks were seated next to them.

Remus clapped a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Congratulations Harry. You've got yourself a good girl there."

"I sure do," Harry said, with a tender look at Hermione.

Hermione blushed. "Personally Remus, I think I got the better deal in this relationship."

Harry snorted. "Hardly."

Remus laughed. Tonks hushed them as the music started.

Bill had decided he wanted all of his brothers save Percy to be in the wedding, so Fleur recruited a couple of her cousins as bridesmaids. All the Weasley men were wearing black tuxedoes, and the bridesmaids were all dressed in shimmering floor-length halter dresses of the palest gold, their hair in curls piled atop their heads. Bill stood at the altar, Charlie at his side. Molly began crying as Fred (or was it George? No one was sure) escorted Fleur's cousin Belle down the aisle. His twin followed, Belle's sister Anne-Christine on his arm. Ron followed next, looking less than thrilled about escorting Ginny down the aisle. Ginny had a smile on her face, but her eyes blazed with anger. Ron and Ginny took their places, and Gabrielle Delacour made her way down the aisle as Maid of Honor. Charlie winked at the small part-Veela, who blushed. She took her place as the Bridal March played, everyone standing and turning. They all stood transfixed as Fleur appeared.

Her gown was simple, a white floor-length sheath that tied behind her neck. Her hair was loose and curled, Aunt Muriel's tiara perched on top of her head. She was absolutely stunning. She reached Bill and smiled at him. He took her hand and they turned to the officiating wizard.

"Witches and wizards, we are here today to celebrate the union of Fleur Marie Delacour and William Gideon Weasley. If anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace." The only sound was Molly's crying.

"In addition to the traditional vows, the couple has elected to recite their own vows. Fleur will be going first."

"Bill," Fleur said, gazing into his eyes, "after you were attacked, people doubted my love for you. Zey were wrong. I love you, scars and all. The scars serve only as a reminder of how brave my husband ees, and I love each of them." Fleur gently kissed each scar on his face.

Bill's eyes were shiny. "Fleur," he said, "your love has made me a better man. You stood by me throughout everything, and you're willing to fight by my side. I couldn't ask for a braver, more loving wife. You made me the happiest man in the world when you agreed to marry me. I love you."

The official turned to Charlie. "May they have the rings, please?"

Charlie handed Fleur's ring to Bill and Bill's ring to Fleur.

Fleur had tears running down her face as the official turned to her. "Please repeat after me. I, Fleur Marie Delacour-"

"I, Fleur Marie Delacour-"

"Do pledge to you, William Gideon Weasley-"

"Do pledge to you, William Gideon Weasley-"

"My love and magic forever more."

"My love and magic forever more," Fleur whispered, sliding the ring onto Bill's finger.

"Bill, repeat after me. I, William Gideon Weasley-"

"I, William Gideon Weasley-"

"Do pledge to you, Fleur Marie Delacour-"

"Do pledge to you, Fleur Marie Delacour-"

"My love and magic forever more."

"My love and magic forever more," Bill said, placing the ring on Fleur's delicate finger.

The wizard waved his wand over their joined hands. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."

Bill took Fleur in his arms and gave her a passionate kiss while everyone clapped.

Harry turned to Hermione. "You know," he said, eyebrows wagging, "that gives me ideas."

Hermione laughed. "Later, Mr. Potter."

Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood appeared next to them.

Hermione hugged them both. "Hi guys! I heard you were coming!"

"Yes. It was a lovely wedding, wasn't it?" Luna asked dreamily.

The four talked about their summers. Neville and Luna were pleased to hear that the trio would be returning for their seventh year, and neither were surprised by Harry and Hermione's new Head Boy and Girl status. They were discussing who they thought the new teachers would be when Ron appeared.

"Hey guys," he said. "Glad that part's over."

As the band began to play, Luna said, "Ronald, would you like to dance?"

Ron looked flabbergasted for a moment, but then said, "okay," as Luna took his hand and led him to the dance floor.

"I'm going to go talk to Fred and George," Neville said. "I'll see you two later."

Harry and Hermione followed Ron and Luna to the dance floor. Bill was holding Fleur close, and Charlie was dancing with Gabrielle, who was standing on his feet.

Ginny took Dean Thomas's hand and led him to the shed. Tonks was sitting in Remus's lap, telling Arthur about VCRs. Molly was bustling about pouring coffee. Everything was peaceful.

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In the town of Little Hangleton, a hooded figure approached a dilapidated manor. The figure opened the door and stepped inside.

A man was in the shadows. "State your name and business."

"My name is none of your concern. I have information the Dark Lord may find useful."

The second figure stepped out of the shadows. Severus Snape was taken aback when he saw who the hooded figure was. "You?" he sneered. "Why would you want to help the Dark Lord?"

"By helping him, I help myself."

Snape approved of this answer. "More people should realize that. Tell me this information, and I will relay it to the Dark Lord."

The hooded figure looked at him. "Tell him that Potter and his Mudblood friend are now more than friends. They are currently at the home of the blood traitors."

"Well, well, well," Snape said approvingly, a small smile on his lips. "The Dark Lord will be most pleased."

"Good. I must go now." The hooded figure walked back out the door.

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An hour later, the toasts were being given out at the Burrow. Charlie and Gabrielle had given theirs when Molly stood up.

"I'll admit that when I first heard about Bill and Fleur's engagement, I wasn't exactly happy. In fact, I hoped they would break up. But Fleur, I was so impressed with how you handled Bill's accident that I realized that no other woman would be right for him but you. I am terribly sorry about my previous behavior, and I am sincerely glad to welcome you to the family." Fleur ran to her and wrapped her arms around her in a hug. Both women were laughing and crying.

Ron looked to Harry. "I just don't understand women sometimes."

"Me neither," Harry agreed. Hermione patted his knee.

Just then someone let out a scream.

Every head turned in the direction the scream had come from, and Hermione whispered, "Death Eaters."

Pandemonium ensued. Guests were running everywhere, apparating away if they could.

"Damn, there's got to be at least fifty of them," Harry muttered. He looked up and noticed Gabrielle's hair disappearing. He chased after it, and saw that she was being carried away by Fenrir Greyback. Harry hit him in the back with a stunner and ran to Gabrielle, who was sobbing. He scooped her up and carried her to Hermione.

"Quick Mione, take her to Grimmauld Place and stay there. I love you," he said giving her a quick kiss.

"I love you too," she said, and, not bothering to argue, took Gabrielle's hand and apparated away.

Greyback had recovered and was fighting with Remus.

Fleur was flinging hexes at Antonin Dolohov, who was firing them back at her. Bill had taken out one Death Eater and rushed to Charlie's aid when he saw that two of them had ganged up on his brother. Fred and George were throwing Fanged Frisbees at any Death Eater they could.

"Luna, come here," Harry whispered, as Luna ducked a curse.

"What is it Harry?"

"I need you to come with me for a moment, okay?"

"Okay," she said.

He took her hand and apparated.

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"Where are we?" Luna asked.

"Hogwarts. This is the Heads’ common room. I need you to go find Hagrid or Professor McGonagall as quickly as possible and explain to them what's happening. They'll come help us. I need to get back now. Hurry Luna, this is of the utmost importance." Harry disapparated, and Luna shot out into the corridor, desperately seeking someone who could help.

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Harry appeared next to Ron.

"Where did you go mate?" Ron asked, firing a hex.

"I took Luna to Hogwarts to get help," he said, ducking as a blue light headed toward him.

"Good idea. What's the plan?"

"I have no idea," Harry said truthfully. “We just have to do what we can."

Harry noticed a few dead and injured Death Eaters on the ground, and a few of their own injured.

Bellatrix Lestrange called out to the Death Eaters. "What we came for is no longer here. As fun as it would be to stay, we need to report back."

There were several loud cracks as the Death Eaters disapparated.

"What was that all about?" Ron asked.

"I don't know," Harry said, "but at least they're gone now. I don't like it though. Something's going on."

They surveyed the damage. Fred was sitting next to his girlfriend Angelina Johnson, who had a large gash in her arm. Remus had suffered several scratches from Greyback, but had ultimately overpowered him, enabling him to kill the werewolf that turned him so long ago. A friend of Fleur’s had a burn on her leg. Fleur had a cut on her cheek and a ruined wedding dress, and Charlie's abdomen was bleeding heavily.

Suddenly, Professor McGonagall, Hagrid, Madam Pomfrey and Luna appeared. Madam Pomfrey immediately ran to Charlie, was paling from blood loss.

"What happened Mr. Potter? Where did the Death Eaters go?" Professor McGonagall asked him.

"Bellatrix said that what they came for wasn't here anymore, and they went to report to Voldemort. It was rather sudden really. They're up to something though, and I don't like it one bit."

"Neither do I, Mr. Potter," she sighed. "Quick thinking though, sending Miss Lovegood to fetch us."

Hagrid clapped Harry and Ron on the back. "Yeh both are good brave boys."

"Thanks Hagrid," Ron said, his ears turning red.

"Gabrielle!" Fleur screamed. "I can't find Gabrielle!"

Harry rushed to her. "It's okay Fleur. Greyback had her, but I stunned him. I had Hermione take her to my house."

"Oh Harry, zat ees twice now zat you have saved her! I am so grateful!" she cried, kissing his cheeks.

"I'll go get her," Harry said, apparating away.

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Hermione had given Gabrielle some tea, and was comforting her when Harry appeared.

"Harry, you're okay!" She rushed into his arms, kissing his face.

"I'm fine. How's Gabrielle?"

"She's a little shaken, but that's understandable. Is everything okay? Is it over?"

"Yes, it's over. Apparently they came for something specific that wasn't there anymore and decided to leave. None of ours are dead, but Charlie was pretty badly wounded. Madam Pomfrey is fixing him up. Three Death Eaters died, and Remus killed Greyback as well."

"I was so worried," she said. "I wanted to be there fighting with you, but I knew Gabrielle needed me."

"I'm glad you were here," he said. "That way I knew you were safe." He kissed the silent tears that had rolled down her face before turning to Gabrielle.

"Gabrielle, Fleur would very much like to see you. The bad men are gone now, so it's safe to go back."

"Okay 'Arry," she said putting her small hand in his. Harry put his other arm around Hermione and the three went back to the Burrow.

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Fleur rushed to them as soon as they apparated. "Gabrielle! You are alright!" The sisters hugged.

"How's Charlie doing?" Harry asked Bill.

"Much better. Madam Pomfrey said he'll be just fine," Bill assured him.

"I CAN'T FIND GINNY!!!" Molly screamed.

Arthur put an arm around his wife. "Dean's gone too. I'm sure they just apparated to safety. They'll be back soon."

Ron had an arm around Luna, who looked as if she were about to fall asleep on his shoulder.

Harry looked at them in surprise.

Ron gave him a "tell you later" look.

Neville joined them. "Well, that's one way to make sure nobody forgets the wedding."

"Let's hope the next wedding is slightly less memorable," Harry said, pulling Hermione close to him.

"Harry, when are we going to Godric's Hollow?" Ron asked.

"I'd like to go within the next couple of days if it's alright with you two."

"I'm in," Hermione said, kissing him.

Ron looked at him. "Me too."

Neville and Luna didn't ask questions.

The five of them laid back in the grass, enjoying the peace they knew wouldn't last.