I thought she really want to make it 7. Oh...how about the 8 is about H/Hr...I mean all H/hr moments! That would be sweet! Not expecting anything because Jo said she gonna do 7, so it's 7.

Good job everyone....really liked the sories. Sorry...i don't think i'm good at writing fanfics so i think i'm just gonna review ur work

I bet it would be great to have a Book 8 with only H/Hr moments

hehe I'd definitly buy it!!!

Well, I won't think twice before I buy it...just in case, I won't tell my mum! She would be mad..not that she's not a Harmonian, she'll say, 'That's really a waste!'

hahha well my family would more than likely think I've gone mental (then again they already do)

I think I'd buy it anyway. Seriously, take a look at my myspace account and you can see how obsessed with H/Hr I am.................

I'm going to wing another one here.......

Harry was finally graduating from Hogwarts, something he had been waiting for since first year. Yet being the Head Boy he should be more excited than anyone else, however, Harry was just happy to be alive. Defeating Voldemort only a few months before graduating and being able to attend your ceremonies was a huge statement to Harry's ability to recover.

Some of the others injured during the final battle would be attending, but lacking the ability to walk, or even hold their diploma. Everyone would be there - which was a miracle in itself knowing that all the seventh years would be in attendance, even Draco Malfoy who returned with information that was vital to helping the Order of the Phoenix, in order to be protected from his father and start a new life.

Harry sighed as he pondered these thoughts when Ron came up to him. "Hey Mate we should be getting down there, Hermione's waiting to go with us!"

"Ok Ron, let's go."

Walking down the dormatory stairs for the last time, he looked at the bottom to see no one else but Hermione Granger, Head Girl.

Hermione - his rock - was the reason Harry wasn't still in a hospital bed, and why Hermione stayed a little longer in one. Her actions to distract Voldemort while protecting Ron made her status as one of the most promising witches of the time more eminent. Harry hadn't forgotten this. As he looked at her in their Red Graduation robes, he suddenly flashed back to 4th year and the Yule ball. Harry remembered how beautiful she was, how jealous everyone else was of Krum, and how he knew his feelings for the talented witch had changed.

Harry wanted to tell her how he felt about her before he left, but he wasn't sure if he'd be returning, so he didn't. Today was the day to tell her, or risk never seeing her again. "Harry, come on!" shouted Ron.

Harry jumped back to his senses and rushed to keep up with Ron and Hermione. "I can't believe it's today," said Hermione. "Seven years, have gone by so fast."

"Yeah," said Ron. "It's over."

"Don't say that," replied Harry. "We're still going to see each other. Ron, we're going to be Aurors and Hermione going to become the best healer the wizard world has ever seen!"

Hermione blushed at this. "Not the best Harry........"

"Oh come on Hermione, your the bloody best at everything!" interupted Ron.

"Yeah, but........."

"There you three are!" interejected Headmistress McGonagall. "Now get in order so the ceremony can begin!"

Each of the three wished each other good luck.

After the ceremony all the students were wishing good luck to each other and marveling at the diplomas. Harry rushed to find Hermione so he could tell her. Of course, she was surrounded by mobs of people, so he finally went up to Hermione and asked, "Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure Harry."

They walked a bit down towards the lake, until Harry stopped them. "Hermione, I should have told you this a long time ago...."

"What that your a muggle?"

"Hermione!"

"I'm kidding Harry......"

"Anyway, Hermione I wanted to tell you this before the final battle, but I never got the chance. I should have said something a long time ago......

"Hermione.....I really like you.....even love you."

Hermione stared at Harry for a few seconds. She remembered the Yule Ball and how everyone stared at her especially Harry. How she spent more time with Harry than even Ron. How Harry was always her shoulder to cry on, and how his green eyes could melt all her troubles away. "Oh Harry.....I'm so stupid! I love you too!"

"Really?"

"Yes!!!!!!!"

Harry slowly comes up to Hermione and gives her a light peck on the lips. "I'm so happy," said Harry.

"Me too Harry."

And they walked off into the sunset together, hand in hand, hoping for the future to come.
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Good? Bad?

awww, that's so sweet! Thank you for keeping it innocent, like a first kiss should be.

Ms Harmony...that was great I really really liked it.
That's one of the sweetest stories i've read.



Now this..... His rock...i liked the way you've described their realtionship in just one word!

Keep up the good work. I hope you write some more.

thanks for the positive reviews! Maybe if I have time I can right a fic........hm............

What? You kid me!! It's not just great, it's wonderful! What do you expect? We all knew that every H/Hr moments are so sweet that.... you know what I mean...it just that...dunno.

Anyway..my next story's on the way!!

Hey Misya....can't wait!

Hey, Libra...this is it...I dunno...maybe it's quite lame...my fav. is this one!



It was Saturday. Harry, Ron and Hermione were outside the castle. For some reason, they did not talk. Harry glance side way to both of his friends. Ron looked uneasy. Hermione, on the other hand looked quite happy. They walked until they reach the shade of a beech tree under which they usually sat earlier times before.

‘Hey, listen, I’m meeting Fred and George at Honeydukes. Wanna come?’ Ron said.

‘I don’t feel like to, Ron.’ looking from Ron to Hermione.

‘Me neither. Er...hope you enjoy your times!’ said Hermione.

‘Well, I guess I’ll leave you two here.’ said Ron and took off.

Harry and Hermione watched Ron until he was out of sight. Harry felt awkward. This was the first time he ever refused to go to Hogsmeade.

‘So, Hermione, why you don’t want to go to Hogsmeade?’ he began.

‘Well, because I have something to tell you.’

‘About R.A.B? You’ve found something about it?’

‘Not about that Harry. It’s about...about my feeling.’ Hermione hesitated. ‘I don’t know if you ever feel the same, but you’ve got to know that I’ve fall in love with you.’ she added as Harry frowned.

Harry who had no longer wearing a confused look, but blank expression. He felt warm and cold that had nothing to do with the weather. He said nothing. His tongue was glued to his mouth.

‘It was too late wasn’t it? I knew it. I knew you’d never feel the same. I never have the guts to tell you earlier. I realized it when we were in third year. The time when you’ve been attacked by Dementors and by the time you save me from the Dementors. I tried to tell you when we were in fourth year, but the time never let me to do it.’ she paused. Harry is still in complete silence. All the events Hermione’s talk about flashed in his mind.

‘Yet, in fifth year, I was scared. I was scared to let you go to save Sirius. All that year, I was scared of you doing things that might hurt yourself. Last year, I knew it was too late for me to tell you everything. I forced myself to put you far away from me and tried to get something from Ron, but it was a waste. I failed and ruined everything. I should have listened to you! I can’t...I can’t get you out of my mind!’ she stopped. Harry looked into her teary eyes. Still, he cannot say anything.

‘I don’t care what you’ll say, Harry. I know you’ll not accept it. Ginny told me. But I don’t care. I just want you to know that I love you!’ she finished it. Before Harry could say anything else, she walked away. Harry was speechless. He watched the small figure of Hermione as she was so far away. He couldn’t understand why Hermione never told him earlier. He would have felt the same. How could you be friends with Hermione without falling in love with her? She was so perfect; caring, loving and understanding. But, could he say back that he loves her too?

Hermione! Why didn’t you tell me before? Magically, Hermione remained still where she was standing as though she heard Harry’s inside voices, but she did not look back.

I’d feel the same as you do! Why wouldn’t I? What with you always there when I’m needed. You just there. You always care for me. I remember two years ago where we were at Department of Mysteries. I almost lost you. I couldn’t think of anything else. I just want you to be safe. I just never really want you to see it that I could be wrong. I thought you’re the one who would never feel the same when the Skeeter women wrote that stupid articles about us. You acted otherwise.

Hermione, I never really want you to go away when you said you love me just now. There are so many things you should have known about my feelings for you. I never knew love until you was there. You are my real and true love, Hermione, but I guess there’s no hope because you never hear me say this.

He knew he should have said that out loud. But it was too hard. He never wants to loss her. He never meant it to be like this. He looked down to his shoes and closed his eyes tightly. He does not want to make anymore mistake. He looked up and saw Hermione’s face met his gaze from far. She smiled. He heard her voice:

Harry, I’ll be there when you’re ready. I’ll always be waiting for you.

Harry knew they understood each other perfectly. He knew Hermione will never talk about it again until the time has come. But one thing they both never know that the magic of love is happening in them. None of anyone knows.

Harry, promise me...

At this point, he hopes she will understand. He hopes this nightmare will last and there, he will tell her everything. He will seek that time. This is his promise.

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Well, I got this idea when I listen to N sync urm...'This I promise You'...I'd like to include the lyric but I afraid it was too long. I cried when I read back! Thanks to my friend, Feeza for liking it!

Hey Misya......that was really sweet Good writing! And i really hope that one of them voices their feelings sooner in the next Book.
Keep up the good work

This scene has been swirling around in my head for a while...hope its ok. WARNING: KINDDA LONG

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It was cold that night. Harry never thought that he would ever come back to Hogwarts, the place that was once his home, now housed both painful and joyful memories. He took his time walking down the halls and courtyards remembering how he would sneak around looking for trolls and voices in the wall. Now it was free of voices. The only sounds were from the wind, the torches on the wall, and his own footsteps. Eventually he found himself at the Great Hall. No one was around because most were sleeping or getting ready for the upcoming battle. The magically imbued ceiling showed only the clear starry night sky. He closed the doors behind him and with a quick wave of his wand all the torches went out one by one and the shutters of the windows closed leaving the hall to be lighted only by the magic sky. Almost instinctively he found his regular seat at the Gryffindor table. Once again his mind was filled with the memories. He rotated around so he could lean his back against the table, getting in a comfortable position he stared up at the “night sky” lost in thought.

“Hermione…what’s this about?” asked a sleepy Ron.

“Harry isn’t in the library where I left him. We have to find him.” said a worried Hermione as they crept through the halls until they were at the doors of the Great Hall. “He’s in here.”

“How do you know?” inquired Ron as he wiped his eye with the back his arm attempting to wake up. Without explanation they slowly opened the doors and peeked their heads in, only to see the silhouette of their friend. They made their way in slowly but Harry was so entranced that he didn’t even notice when Ron accidentally kicked one of the benches. They too instinctively took their places at the table by Harry.

“Harry..” said Hermione quietly, but there was no answer.

“You alright mate?!” said Ron a step below yelling. Hermione shot him her infamous glare only to have Ron give her the “what did I do?” look.

“I’m going to miss this place” said Harry to nobody in particular. His two best friends just sat and stared at the ceiling contemplating their last seven years. After about ten minuets of silence Harry got up from his seat. “You guys should rest up. Tomorrow is going to be rough.” Ron and Hermione stood up and started making their way to the door when Hermione turned around to find Harry still standing in the same place.

“What’s wrong Hermione?” asked Ron.

“Nothing. I’ll see you in morning.” said Hermione eyes fixated on Harry. Ron put one hand on Hermione’s shoulder as a silent “good night” and shut the door behind him. She walked back to where Harry was and sat down. “What’s wrong Harry? Is something bothering you?”

“No…just thinking..”

“About what?”

“Nothing in particular.” Hermione looked at his face trying to read what was going on in his head. He had grown up so fast, but with the light hitting his face like it was, he almost looked just like how she remembered him back on the train first year. After a moment of silence Harry sat down next to Hermione, their knees lightly touching each others. “How are you and Ron doing?” asked Harry who remembered back to a few nights ago when he stumbled upon Hermione and Ron having a talk about their relationship. It was hard to eavesdrop on his best friends, but the subject matter was intriguing to him for reasons he couldn’t explain.

“So…we’re ok?” asked Ron

“Of course. We know we love each other, but now we understand what kind of love it is.” stated Hermione in her usual caring way.

“Well now that we have the air clear, we should go find more information. Think Luna would help us out?”

“Harry…?” asked a worried Hermione. Why did that pop into his head?

“Sorry…What were we talking about?”

“How Ron and I are just friends…”

“Oh…right…” once again their was silence. “You know…tomorrow is going to be dangerous.”

“OH NO! Harry James Potter! You are NOT leaving me behind” stated Hermione furiously. A small smile crept onto Harry’s face, “she hasn’t changed a bit” he thought.

“Just thought I would try.” he said with a laugh. She smiled, anger subsiding, she playfully nudged his shoulder with he own. They went back and forth for a while both laughing lightly. It was Harry who first decided to brake the endless cycle by standing up and turning so his back was facing her. “You know….there’s one thing I regret not doing…”

Still laughing she asked “And what would that be?” He turned slowly and extended his hand to her.

“Never asking you to dance at the wedding…” they both smiled as she hesitantly took his hand. He helped her stand up and they both situated themselves in the middle of the Great Hall.

“But Harry…I can’t see a thing and there’s no music.” she stated looking around.

“I know. But the ambiance is nice and I told my personal band to take the night off.” Saying this warranted another light shove from Hermione. “Just follow my lead.” he said with a hint of nervousness. Even after all the dances he has endured, his skills as a dancer were still sketchy. He put one hand in hers and another on her waist. She lightly put her free hand on his shoulder and they began to sway back and forth. Their eyes were avoiding each other but would frequently match gazes. After about two minutes their eyes finally locked, reading one another. His heart began to race and her hand became very warm. He got closer to her so she could put her cheek against his chest. When he put his chin on her head he closed his eyes and she followed suit. A strange warmth filled his body and then was released through a slow breath. Suddenly their was a faint sound of violin and flute, followed by cello, tympani drums, trumpets, and tubas. The sounds started to crescendo into a light waltz. The two looked to the far side of the hall to find that the orchestra class’s instruments began to play on their own accord.

“But…how?” whispered Hermione.

“I…don’t…know…” said Harry suddenly looking up at the ceiling. From out of nowhere came tiny candle sticks which hovered over them and illuminated the room in a soft golden light. Stunned, his eyes traveled to Hermione’s face only to find it indescribable. The way the candles lit her face made Harry melt. Even though she was still dressed in her school uniform, he could have sworn she was wearing the most elegant ball gown ever created. She tilted her head in a worried way.

“Is there something on my face?” she blushed.

“No…I just never realized how beautiful you are.” She looked away to hide her now cherry pink cheeks. “You can do it,” he thought. “You know it’s right…Do it while you have the chance!” He turned her head so that he could see her stunning brown eyes.

“Uh…Hermione…I think…I mean I have to tell you something” he took a deep breath.

“I l…l…love what your wearing!” screamed Harry, mentally slapping himself. She gave him the most confused look possible. Harry willed himself to try once more.

“I mean…I…<cough>…you…” he closed his eyes and bowed his head down. He was so preoccupied with his inability to say what his heart was thinking that he didn’t see the smile that was on Hermione’s face. She once again put her cheek to his chest and let their dance continue to the music. He placed his nose in her hair and tried for one last time.

“I LO…” he began slowly, but was cut off.

“Shhh. You don’t have to say anything….I love what your wearing too.” she said with smile and she could tell that he was smiling too. “Just hold me closer and dance with me.” And with that, they danced together until the sun rose, never needing to say another word.

Ohh Misya that was sweet

Hey Ronstopable321, I really liked that. So cute

Ronstopable321, I love that!!!! Aww! I know Harry gonna say that magical words! Stupid Hermione! hahaha!!!

Anyway...thanks Libra and moogle...I really thought the story was lame, plus, my terrible grammar! I wish I had good English so I can write fanfic..I was thinking to make a sequel to The Promise..ohh, I never tell you the title didn't I? Well, the Original title is that..how about it?

Hey Misya if you are worried about your garrmar and stuff try get someone to proof read your work. I am currently my sister's editor for her story she is writing. Basically I just go through and make sure that the sentences are making sense. I'm sure you could find someone to do it for you

I'd love to read your sequel if you do write it!!

Urm..how about you then? Well, if you agree then I'm ok with it..so I can send you the sequel for you to look through..but if you don't, never mind then..who cares when it comes to H/Hr!

Well, I'm kinda stuck...it was too long! Now I was thinking to make it into 2 parts...

Well if you can't find anyone I guess I could do it. Only problem with me is that I get lazy. So if I take awhile well yeah..

Ahem anyway send away. I'll be happy to read over your fanfic.

Harry sat in the common room thinking of all the people that have died because of him, and Hermione walked in and seen that Harry looked sad and she sat down by him.

"Whats the matter" she asked.


"Nothing its just there are so many people who have died because of me Cedric,Serius,Dumbledore.

"Harry don't blame yourself it's not your fault the only person who is at fault is Voldmore".


"Yeah I know, but I can't help but think its partly my fault".


"Harry it is not your fault".


"I know just... just forget it ok forget I ever said anything".


"Harry I know there is something else wrong now tell me please".


Ok its just that... that nobody can love me because if they do they end up dead".


"Harry thats whats the matter oh Harry people still love you even if they are at risk I know because... because i take that risk because I love you".


"You do why didn't you ever say anything?"


"Yes I have for a while now I just thought that you could never have feelings for me and you were with Ginny and shes really pretty and I'm.... I'm just not".


"Hermione look at me you are gorgous don't ever think you are ugly because your not and I love you too it's just I thought you liked Ron"


"I did for a while and then I relized that I only loved him as a brother and I relized then that I loved you".


Harry looked into her eyes and slowly leaned forwarg and kissed her with all the passion he had in him and she did the same.


Little did they know that in heaven James,Lily,Sirius,Cedric,and Dumbledore were all cheering because they all knew it would happen sooner or later.


So what do you think????

This is kinda long. but i wanted to bring tension to the story. so anyway, i couldnt seem to post it at fanfiction section. I was having trouble with the instructions so i thought id post it here. this was inspired by the song "Unbelievable" by Craig David.


GETTING PAST THE TENSION

The door squeaked as it opened. Hermione silently walked towards the stairs and was halfway when a voice that came from the living room startled her.

“Don’t you think it’s a little late to be apparating ?”

“Harry! You startled me. I thought you’d have to be asleep by now. You didn’t have to wait up you know”

Harry stared at her for a moment. “I couldn’t sleep. Where’s Ron?”

“He thought he’d spend the weekend there before we leave Grimauld for the Horcaux hunt.

“Yeah? Well I’m surprised you didn’t stay with Ronniekins at the burrow” Harry said, giving emphasis on his newly produced nickname for Ron.

Hermione obviously didn’t fail to notice the sarcasm in his voice.

“Like what’s that supposed to mean Harry?”

“I dunno, I thought that would have been obvious!” The sarcasm more evident this time.

“No actually! And you ought be clear if you want to put your point across!” Hermione’s voice was a tone higher now. Besides, you’re the one who didn’t want to go to the burrow. You were invited by Molly too. Avoiding somebody I suppose? Clearly, you’re still…”But she stopped herself and decided to end the topic.

“Still what Hermione?”

Hermione let out a defeated sigh. “Never mind! I don’t want to have an argument with you Harry.

“Are we having an argument? I thought you only reserve that special bonding with Ron.”

Harry knew he was acting like a jerk but his guilt was clouded by his irritation with Hermione these past few weeks. The reason for that he wasn’t entirely sure. Maybe it was because Hermione was there but wasn’t really there per se. Of course she helped and she worked on the clues and the defensive curse practices like mad but he felt something was still missing. It angered him that she seems to have developed this silent communication with Ron like they share something he doesn’t know. He used to have that with her. And he missed it.
Harry had detached himself from them. But Hermione didn’t make an effort to pull him out from his solitude and she just let him be.

Hermione sighed. “Look Harry, You’re just tired… I’m tired. We’ll work on those horcruxes tomorrow”. Hermione said heading for the stairs. But Harry clearly was not finished yet as he caught up with her.

“You don’t seem to tire that easily when you argue with Ron.” Harry shouted

“Ron’s different. And we’re not so keen on arguing anymore! What are you so angry about?” Hermione shouted back.

“Oh! So you went past that stage already? Why don’t you just admit it? You’re together now. And I’m getting in the way of your budding romance.” Harry was definitely being a jerk right now but emotions were running high and he had to let it out.

“There’s nothing between me and Ron if that’s what you’re so fussed about.” Hermione was shouting angrily back at Harry. Their face was so close Harry could see her eyes was fighting the tears from flowing down. "I’m not the one having relationship problems Harry. You’re the one who’s still hung up with Ginny.”

“What about her? It’s over between us. You know that.”

“Yeah? Well you have a poor way of showing it! You’re still in love with her aren’t you? Shutting yourself out from me and Ron. That just screams You’re not over her.” Hermione was in tears now. “Don’t you get tired of doing this to yourself? Punishing yourself? Do you see me complain about it? No! I’m trying my best to understand you and your I-need-some-space attitude. But why would you give a ###### how I’d feel? I’m just your best friend. Right? So excuse me if I failed to be supportive of your love life”

“That’s not solely because of my breakup with Ginny.” Harry answered back. “ A lot of things are on my mind right now. I’m confused on certain things…”But it’s not as if you cared I sulked by myself for weeks. I don’t remember you try to talk me out of it.” Harry’s voice was getting louder again. “Are you complaining now ? Am I too much of a burden for you? Coz If you’re tired of me Hermione, why are you still here?”

”Because I’m in love with you ###### it!” Hermione shouted,” I have been for years. There! I’ve said it. Are you happy now? What else do you want?” She was sobbing uncontrollably as she pushed Harry out of her way and ran up the stairs.

Harry stood there dumbfounded as he heard the loud shut from Hermione’s door. He stood there a couple of minutes trying to analyze what happened. Hermione loved him. Harry’s thoughts was all mixed up that he had to sit down the stairs.


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How could he have not known that? How could he have missed it? He replayed all those times he shared with her. All those smiles and laughter and even all the terrible moments they’ve shared. Hermione had always been there for him, always stood by him. And she would stand up against him but it was always for his best interest. Harry was getting restless on his bed. How could he have not known her feelings for him? Was she that good at hiding her feelings or was he just a total idiot not to have noticed? He rolled on his side again and noticed the picture on his bedside lamp table. He turned on the table lamp and looked at the picture. It was a picture of the trio. Their faces were so young and happy. Harry’s arms were on his two best friends. It was one of the few pictures he kept. The picture was taken at the Hogwarts grounds by Colin before they left school for the summer of third year. Ron was laughing and Harry was laughing with him. Hermione he noticed was smiling on the picture but her eyes were on him. Harry noticed her eyes, the way she looked at him. She did love him! Not that he doubted what she said earlier that night. But having to look at the confirmation in front of him was something all different. Like he finally realized how extremely lucky he was to have Hermione in his life. She had always been a part of him and he could not imagine living a life without her. Without her he would fall into pieces. He needed her. All this time, the confusion he felt, the jealousy…He was in love with her! And she loved him back! Suddenly Harry felt so wonderful and lightheaded. Everything was clear now.

“I’m in love with Hermione!” he whispered to himself. He stood up. He couldn’t sleep anyway. And he paced himself back and forth a few times before he found himself in front of Hermione’s bedroom door.

He opened it softly. He had to see her. Hermione was curled up on her bed, her eyes a bit puffy . Had she cried herself to sleep? The moonlight from the window lit up the upper half of her sleeping form. And Harry saw Hermione’s face . She looked like an angel. How could he have not seen her so beautiful before?

Harry kneeled beside her bed and stroked her hair with his fingers. “I’m so sorry Hermione for being such an idiot” he said softly.


Harry felt her move. Afraid of waking her up he got ready to stand up and leave when he heard a soft voice.

“Harry…”

“Hermione, I didn’t mean to wake you, I’m so sorry.” Harry said softly.

“It’s alright Harry..umm..what were you doing here?” He had already waken her but words were being whispered like they were both afraid this moment woud break.

“I couldn’t sleep and I kept thinking what you said earlier”

“I…about that, Harry please don’t hate me. I couldn’t bear it. Look, we could just forget wha-“ She had not finished her sentence as Harry’s lips were on hers. All rational thought left her. She was almost convinced she was dreaming but Harry had deepened the kiss and she had let out a soft moan. Harry was kissing her! And she was kissing him back. But lack of oxygen had them let go of each other’s kiss to get some air. Harry breathed in as he rested his forehead on hers, his eyes still closed.

“Hermione...I love you. I’m in love with you. I’m crazy, madly deeply in love with you.” Harry whispered to her. “I was stupid all this time i didnt realize.I was blind of my feelings and I felt lost but somehow you’ve rescued me again. Now I have a reason to live and I’m not afraid anymore.” And Harry couldn’t help the tears from falling.

The tears on her eyes were falling now too but Hermione didn’t care. “I love you too Harry…more than you’ll ever know. I always have and I always will”. And with that Harry kissed her again. It was a beautiful promise.

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Hope you liked it.

Those were both so cute.

I just love this thread. its got sooooo much fluff and gives you warm fuzzys

I wrote a H/HR story about how I believe they will get together, but it is really long. I didn't mean for it to be so long. I was working it all night one night and it pretty much just wrote itself. What I'll do is post the romantic scene from the story. If you want to read the entire story, it's on my site.
The story is called: A Wonderful and Terrible Power. Enjoy...

The door behind them slammed shut and laughter echoed into the chill air. Harry heard the rustling of cloaks all around him, but saw no one. “Harry,” Hermione whimpered, grabbing around his arm.
“You’ve finally tracked it down, have you? Show me,” Voldemort ordered, though he revealed no form.
“Why don’t you come out first, and then I’ll show you?” Harry ordered.
“Avada Kedavra!”
Moody fell to the ground, eyes wide with terror, and Harry fell back from him. “One down, nine to go, Harry. Now be a good boy and tell me where the last horcrux is.”
Harry looked to his team, each of which didn’t know where to aim. “If I destroy your precious horcrux, you’ll be finished, you know that.”
“Yes, I do,” Voldemort said in a silky slither of a voice. “But I don’t think you have it, so I’m not worried.”
“I do!” Harry shouted.
“Prove it to me!”
Harry laughed, but the laugh was so fake he knew Voldemort would see right through it. “What? And spoil the surprise?”
“Harry, this isn’t a game, now if you don’t have the final horcrux, not only will you die, but so will your pathetic team, including the two you so willingly sent to their deaths.”
Harry grabbed Hermione and Ron. “Come here,” he ordered them, and hugged them close to him. “This isn’t the end, all right?” he promised.
“We know that, Harry,” Ron said, glancing with only his eyes through the darkness. “Maybe if we can find where he’s hiding.”
“He’s using an invisibility cloak, Ron, he could be anywhere,” Hermione whispered.
“He could be right behind you,” Voldemort taunted, and Hermione spun around, wand out. Harry let out a sharp cry when Hermione hit the earth, just barely missing the edge of one of the tombstones. Harry ran and fell next to her, gripping both her hands.
“Wake up,” he pleaded, forcing breath harshly into his lungs. “Hermione?”
“Harry-- it was a stunning spell,” Hermione choked.
“Oh--” Harry felt a laugh sting his throat as he bent down. “I thought--”
“No, not yet. You’re too close,” she whispered.
Harry heaved her up to her feet, and Ron raced towards them. “He’s in front of the door, Harry,” Ron gasped.
“How do you know that?” Harry asked, keeping an arm around Hermione.
“I’ve been your friend for seven years, Harry. I’ve always known when you’ve snuck out, eventually, I could see you beneath the cloak.”
Harry laughed. “Ron, you’re brilliant.”
Ron blushed and Harry gave his team the visual direction of where he wanted them to cast their spells. “Voldemort, you need to stop being a coward, and come out now,” Harry demanded.
“You’re right, Harry.”
“NOW!” Harry commanded of his team and streaks of blue light crashed into the door. Voldemort’s laughter sent a chill spiralling down Harry’s spine. They were wrong. Voldemort wasn’t in front of the door. He appeared over a grave site, wand poised at the three.
“Can you guess where I’m standing?” Voldemort teased, and stroked the tombstone with one long spider finger. “Come on and guess, Harry.”
Harry avoided the scarlet eyes, taking so much pleasure in this twisted game. “I don’t give a ######.”
“Really? Is that what your parents mean to you, Harry? Didn’t your mother sacrifice her life for you? What would she think of that?”
Harry shook his head, and pulled his wand up. “Get away from them! Get away from my parents!”
“Where’s the horcrux, Harry?” Voldemort ordered. “Where is it? Give it to me!”
“He’ll never do that!” Hermione screamed, wand pointed lethally at him.
“Hermione, put it down,” Harry hissed.
“No,” Hermione stormed, shaking with rage. “No-- Harry, he’s not having it-- he’s not having--”
Harry forced her arm down with one hand. “Do you think I want you dead?”
“Oh leave her be, Harry. She’s going to die, anyway, at least let the mudblood have some dignity,” Voldemort said with a snicker. “Besides, I have another surprise, waiting.” With one foot, he kicked the dirt from the grave onto the tombstone and came to the walkway only a foot from where Harry stood. With a laugh, he lifted his wand, and five figures emerged, hooded and cloaked. Shouts bled into each other as each voice uttered the same unforgivable curse. “Avada Kedavra!”
Harry stood, surrounded by 6 bodies. His auror team hadn’t seen it coming just like Moody hadn’t seen it coming. “Give me the horcrux, Harry Potter, or watch your two little friends die.” Panic seized Harry and he turned to Ron and Hermione, gripping both their shoulders.
“Listen to me, you have to go. You can’t stay here.”
“No,” both intervened.
“Yes, go. There’s more to do inside the school. You don’t need to be here with me.”
Hermione slapped him, a move he wasn’t ready for. “We’re not going anywhere, and don’t you dare tell us to do such a thing, again,” she snapped.
“Hermione,” Ron gasped.
Harry felt tears in his throat, blocking his speech. Words came out in drips and dribbles. “Don’t you understand-- I can’t-- I can’t lose you-- I can’t--”
“Harry, don’t, all right?” Ron pleaded.
Tears came down Harry’s face. “My parents-- Sirius-- Dumbledore-- I can’t-- they meant so much and I never told them-- I never told them, but you--” he choked and sputtered. “I want to tell you-- I need to tell you--”
“Harry,” Hermione whimpered. “Oh Harry.” She threw herself onto him, clutching the back of his jacket. “We won’t leave you here-- I won’t leave you here with him.”
Harry felt warm, his insides throbbed pleasantly as though he had been dipped into a warm bath. He held Hermione, took in the sweet scent of her bushy, brown hair that swept down her back. The warmth was growing warmer still and he eased back to frame Hermione’s face in his hands. “You’re so warm,” she commented as an after thought.
“Harry,” Ron called urgently and he felt a tug on his arm.
Harry was starting to feel light headed as he ran a few fingers through Hermione’s hair, stopping at her ear. “The heat is-- I almost can’t stand it,” he gasped. He slipped the same finger down along the curve of her nose and a trail of perspiration glistened there. “I want to tell you-- I need to tell you--” the heat became excruciating to the point of flames near erupting from in between the two bodies.
“I really don’t think you should, Harry,” Hermione breathed.
“I love you, Hermione.”
He inclined, drawn in by the heat, and their lips melted together as though they were made for each other. It felt as though time had come to a complete stand still as he entangled her in his arms, feeling her soft and warm form for the first time. Carefully, he drew back, catching his breath. He turned his head, blinked and noticed Ron, staring at him in awe.
“What happened?” He asked
Harry could see that three of the cloaked figures that had come with Voldemort were now lying on the ground, writhing. “Ron--”
“They all came at me,” Ron started anxiously. “I thought I was dead, I thought we were all dead, but they couldn’t get close enough. It was like--”
“A barrier,” Hermione finished for him, wiping the sweat from her brow. “Harry, do you remember that room in the department of mysteries two years ago?”
Harry nodded. “What about it?”
“Don’t you remember what it did to Sirius’s knife?” She persisted.
“Er-- the blade melted.”
“Yes! You told me and Ron that Dumbledore said that room contained a power that was wonderful and terrible. You told us also that Dumbledore said that you had that power inside of you.”
Harry stared at her, along with Ron, both with confused looks on their faces, and awaiting the big mystery to be solved. “Harry,” she continued. “It’s love. The wonderful and terrible power inside that room and inside of you is love.”

“Come out, Harry Potter,” Came Voldemort’s threatening howl.
“It is, isn’t it? That’s how mum saved me, and that’s the power Voldemort doesn’t have that I do.”
“Exactly,” Hermione gasped with a slight grin.
Harry turned smiling, to Ron, “I love you, Ron.” Ron’s mouth fell open and Hermione let out a short laugh. “Just as best mates, of course,” Harry added, and patted Ron’s shoulder.
“Uh-- sure, Harry, sure,” Ron stammered, and looked at Hermione aghast. Hermione gave Harry a gentle push.
“Go on, Harry.”
“I’ll be all right,” he promised.
“We know,” Hermione murmured to which Ron gave a little nod. Harry emerged into the chill of the graveyard, and stood face to face with Voldemort. Harry, then pulled a ring out of his pocket and held it before Voldemort’s eyes.
“Give it to me, Potter,” Voldemort demanded.
Harry pitched it across the graveyard, and watched as it fell on his mother’s grave. “I’ve had enough of you, Voldemort. This entire world has had enough of you!” Harry ran in the direction of the grave, and pointed his wand down at the ring, then he screamed at the top of his lungs the spell to destroy the object, glimmering up at him.
A scream rent the air, a streak of green was emitted, but Harry didn’t hear the curse that was uttered. The green light cracked into his scar, and his head exploded with immense pain. He went down, gasping, writhing, and calling for Ron and Hermione between breaths.
Hermione fell next to him, pressing a hand on his chest. “You’re all right, Harry,” she choked.
“Almost--” he choked.
“Harry--”
“Harry, come on,” Ron called on the other side of Harry.
Harry groaned, and crushed a fist to his forehead. “Harry, you can’t leave-- you just can’t--”
Harry grabbed her hand, crushing it within his, then he grabbed Ron’s hand and did the same. “It’s over,” he whispered.
~~~
Be kind, I beg...
If you like this excerpt the rest of the story is on my site: http://www.angelfire.com/journal2/readit.

Hey that was really cool. i liked it a lot!!!!

HarryHermioneFan123, I like it a lot! especially the last one!


Just love it!

simplemagic, I love the arguement! I mean they haven't had such a long arguement! made me smiled all the way! beautiful!

Laura V.C, This part really made me laughed out loud! and I love the rest!

anyway moogle and my fellow friends, I'm not going to post out the sequel...it's...I dunno..too long and just a hanging story...ok, I'll tell the truth, actually I finished it..but it's lost!!!! I can't find it anywhere! Not in my bedroom...I've search all over my house! Someone must have stole it..ah, no one in my house is interested with HP fanfic except me...couldn't be myself...I must have put it somewhere and forgot..sorry guys..when I've found it, I'll post it, ok?

Oooh can't wait

I was just thinking about it. It would be the best out of all the kisses Harry ever got. I thought maybe in the common room: late at night. Maybe around the last part of the book. And they discussed all their troubles throughout the series and it would eventually lead to their love lives (pathetic ones, i tell ya!) and Hermione would say that she didn't think Ron was the one. Harry asked her who she thought as 'the one' and she'd tell him and he'd tell her his and it suddenly clicked that their personalities matched with their 'the ones' and....well, they kissed.

I know, i know. It sounds corny but it just might work! Maybe on a different level but the same concept. What do you think?

Running through the Shadow Halls, with nothing but darkness ahead, panic surged through Harry's chest. 'Where am I?' he thought desperately, running this way, that way, and every possible way he could go, as he appeared to be in a never ending dark tunnel. He clutched his head in panic. 'How did I get here?' He thought, thinking back- and then suddenly all the memories flashed back, in his minds eye.

He was on the battlefields shooting curser's at Snape, while trying to fight of Dolohov and Bellatrix at the same time.

'Grff off!' he snarled, kicking Bellatrix in the legs and plunging Dolohov out the way. Panting, he picked up his wand with clutching fingers, and spared a gaze at the disoriented, pallid, sick figure of Lord Voldemort, sitting in his own throne chair above the battlements, high above, his long fingers intertwining, smirking, and his deadly eyes shinning with power and victory- many people had fought the good battle, and died in doing so, spared their lives- just another worthless life to Voldemort, but as Harry gazed at the bodies of the ones he loved- of Lupin, and Mr.Weasley, Tonks, and his heart seared with a pain Harry had never experienced before, as he gazed watery eyed at his best friend Ron, sprawled out and emotionless.

Knowing he would have to push these aside for now and act quickly, he aimed the wand steadily at Severas Snape. ' Hurry up Snape, just finish him!' yelled Amycos. Suddenly Harry’s world shimmered before him, his vision blurred and Snape's voice was entering his mind. 'Potter, I am on your side...Please understand. Dumbledore requested I murder him...in fact you probably will never understand, but you have to believe him for once in your life! I am on your side and this is my true word. The dark lord thinks I am his most faithful- this cannot be unmasked, until you have destroyed him. Something is going to happen to you now Potter, I'm sending you to a tunnel where you will stay until Lucious is dead. He is more powerful than you can imagine and he will try to destroy you with his glory hand. Then he felt as if he was falling through the earth- and here he was, in this tunnel.
' I have to get out!' Harry cried, as thoughts of his only remaining friends filled his heart, of what could be happening to Ginny, and Hermione... And then, a hand reached out of the darkness of the tunnel, and feeling rather nervous Harry grasped it- Harry felt the familiar compacting feel of when you appareate. He was back in the battlefields!

'What- why why did you do that!' Harry spat at Snape.

'To protect you' Snape said, indicating at a now motionless Lucious Malfoy, and his glory hand.

'What about the other death eaters? and Voldemort? What will they think of you killing-'

'They have no idea I've done this' Snape spat. 'They are over there still fighting with your people, and I suggest you get back to it Potter, you won't want your darling Granger to get killed too' Snape hissed.
Harry looked wildly around. 'Hermione!' he thought with a pang in his heart. She was lying sprawled on the ground now- Bellatrix had one foot over her chest, holding her down, and had to wand lifted in a ready aim- Harry sprinted like he'd never done before. 'Please no!- just a second- please' Harry thought desperately as he began sprinting his way back to the battlefields. He was almost there, where they were behind the Pawn, and Harry distinctively saw a flash of green light, only just edging its way out of her wand- but Harry was too quick and he hurdled himself into her, crashing into the nearest tree.

'Potter!' she screamed, kicking and biting as Harry had to grounded down. 'You-' he panted 'ARE NOT GOING TO HURT ANY MORE OF THE PEOPLE I LOVE!' he screamed, still shaking.

She looked at Hermione, who was also shaking, with glee on her face. 'Oooh la la, is this your ikie mudblood girlfriend?' she asked sicking, looking at Hermione as if she would like nothing better than to kill her, to cause Harry more pain...

'I AM- I am going to kill you!' he said through clenched teeth.

'Harry NO!' Hermione yelled, for the first time. Harry spun around. 'Hermione, she almost killed you!' said Harry, tears now spilling down his face freely. 'You don't-... 'YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!' he yelled at her.

Hermione said nothing, but gazed at Harry intently.

'He- He's dead Hermione! How can you bear that!'

'I can't! I can't! I can't bear it!' Hermione said, rolling up in a ball, crying her eyes out. 'NO MORE THAN YOU CAN HARRY!' she yelled, crying hysterically, crying beyond pain.

Harry stood there in numb stock.

He walked over to her, curled up in a ball on the stony ground, and pulled her up into his arms, and they sat there sitting on the ground in each others arms, both crying shamelessly. 'Hermione-' Harry choked. ' Its just- Its just you are all I have left in this world! I- I couldn't bear it- I wouldn't live with it- if you d-died!'

'Oh- H-Harry I could' she choked, 'I couldn't either!'

They looked into each others tears spattered eyes, Hermione dark long eyelashes were stuck together messily, her hair was grubby and she had many cuts over her face, yet she was still beautiful. And then, rain started falling from the heavens, it was light and fresh, and a hazy faded rainbow hung low beneath the eastern mountain, and suddenly they both knew where ever Ron was, he was at happy peace.

'I love you' Harry whispered into her ear, as they hugged, barely comprehensible to himself. His head buzzed. Had he just said what he thought he had? His head buzzed with conflicts but his heart began beating slower and faster at the same time, and then he knew.... he knew....

Hermione was looking into her Harry's eyes with something he had never seen before. It was unimaginable glee and happiness. Not the kind of glee when she began talking about SPEW but he could see it in her eyes, despite she wasn't smiling- smiling seemed impossible now.

'I love you too Harry' Hermione whispered back. They sat there, in the pouring rain looking at each other, before Hermione finally tilted her head into his, and something registered in his brain. He leaned forward, and his lips met with hers... It was beyond anything he had every imagined could be possible. It was tender and yet exciting, it was nothing like the kiss he had shared with Cho, or Ginny- This was the kiss of pure true love, intimacy, and unity. After what seemed a beautiful eternity, they parted.

Harry smiled at her, and moved a messy stand of hear behind her ear.

'Harry' she whispered. 'You have to go on' she said sadly.

Harry nodded in understanding, looking behind him he registered faintly that Bellatrix was gone, he didn't care though. He wouldn't kill her. Hermione didn't want him to, and death was too easy...

As Harry stood up, Hermione leapt up. 'Harry your an amazing wizard' she said, letting him know he could do this...

'You know full well I'll never be as good as you' said Harry smiling in memory of Hermione and her amazing spell work.

'Cleverness? Brains?...Harry there are more important things like bravery, like strength, like friendship....like love' she finished softly.

Harry smiled. 'Do you know what? I remember a scenario almost like this, seven years ago when we were just eleven'

'Dashavoo' Hermione said trying to smile, as she leapt into Harry's arms. 'Just be careful ok Harry? I'll be waiting for you. I know you can do it. Never give up' she said, before letting go.

Harry couldn't possible express to her, what this meant to him, so he whipped away her tears with his thumbs, smiled at her while giving her hand a tight squeeze and walked off into the misty fog to defeat Lord Voldemort.

This is a cool topic, lol However, I don't think in cannon it would happen that romantically. My take:

Harry and Hermione are sitting close together in the library. Harry had maybe been having a few non friendly thoughts about Hermione. Suddenly, they kiss, and instantly dash in differnt directions, avoiding the subject and each other until maybe Neville forces them to talk about it

Final battle. Harry will realize his immense love for Hermione and use the power of pure love to destroy Voldie. And then Harry and Hermione will kiss...

I can't describe an exact scenario but I imagine that Harry and Hermione will kiss in a tense action/adventure situation, not all nice and pretty in the common room.
Like either right before or right after an extremely perilous situation Harry jumps into.
Suddenly, instead of hugging or touching arms as a security blanket gesture, they finally kiss! Of course the whole book would be slowly building up the romantic awareness between them...

I'm much more inclined to agree with you.

There's this one story here on Portkey that has it written the way I'd like it written, but I can't remember the name of it for the life of me.

~Salamon2

It'll be like this......
Just as Harry goes to meet Voldemort, Hermione will pull him aside and tell him that she knows he can do it, and that she loves him and has for years.
That gives Harry the confidence he needs to end Riddle forever. Then afterwards Harry looks for Hermione, finds her , runs to her and snogs the living brains out of her.
Then 7 kids(enough for Harry's own Quidditch team), and happily ever after!

That was awesome and climactic! Besides, it would make the whole Voldy vs. Harry climax that much more intense and suspenseful since we're all waiting to see if Harry will survive so he can get back to Hermione! Much better then having the I Love You scene AFTER he survives...

I like the 7 kids for Harry's personal quidditch team part lol

in a story i wrote this is how they kiss:

(ron just died in the story and they're at his memorial dinner)

There was a small dinner in memory of Ron. Harry sat and watched people eat, talk, and some folks even danced to they music. Harry watched all these people. People he didn’t know, people that Ron didn’t even know. He just couldn’t stand it. He didn’t understand how people could just go on with life when Ron had just passed away. Harry got up and went outside, he needed to cool down. Hermione heard the door slam and saw that Harry had gone outside. She got up and went to go look for him. She spotted him sitting on a small stone wall under the cloudy but yet still starry night. She went over and sat by his side. “I can’t believe he’s really gone.” Harry said. “I can’t believe I really lost him.”
”He wouldn’t want you to be sad Harry.” Hermione said.
”I know, but it’s hard not to be.”
”I understand. I’m going to miss him too. But you know we didn’t really loose him. He’ll still always be in our hearts.”
”Yeah I know.” Harry said as he turned away from Hermione.
”Harry please look at me. I know you’re upset but please look at me.” Harry turned his face back to Hermione.
She kissed his cheek and said, “Don’t worry Harry you’ll never loose me. I’m your Hermione.” She realized what she had just said sounded more romantic than friendly. “I mean-“
”It’s alright Hermione. I understood what you meant.” Harry then gave a small smile and said, “Besides, I liked the way it sounds.”
Hermione gave a smile as well and said, “Oh Harry you know me too well.”
”Well of course I do, you’re my Hermione.” Harry and Hermione both started to laugh, but Harry soon stopped.
”It’s okay to laugh Harry. I know that you feel guilty laughing but Ron would want to leave the world knowing that we were happy.”
Just as Hermione had finished her sentence it started to rain.
”Harry, I want you to know that I’m really not going anywhere. You really will never loose me.”
Harry looked at Hermione and then down at his feet and shook his head.
”Oh Hermione,” He said in a soft voice. “I have already lost you.”
”What?”
”I lost you before I lost Ron, before Dumbledore, before Serius, even before Cedric.”
”Harry what are you talking about I’ve been here with you all this time.”
”No you haven’t Hermione. I lost you”
”What? Harry how did you loose me?”
”Well not you Hermione, but you.”
”How did you not loose Hermione but you lost me?”
”Well not you, but my best friend.”
Hermione got up and said, “How did you loose your best friend but not loose Hermione?!?”
Harry stood up beside her and said, “Because Hermione you became something!”
”And what’s that’s supposed to mean?”
”It means you became something Hermione! It means you became one!” Harry and Hermione stood there in the rain screaming at one another.
”One? What do you mean by one?”
”Well not just one, but the one!”
”The one what?”
”My one Hermione! My one! You became my one!” Harry right then and there grabbed Hermione by the shoulders and pulled her close to him. He put a hand behind her back and gently pulled her a little closer just so that their skin was touching each others. He lifted her chin as they looked into each other’s eyes. Harry then touched his lips against Hermione. She gradually accepted the kiss and kissed Harry back. They just stood there. Passionately kissing in the rain. As they stood there kissing they heard the chorus of the song that had been playing. “Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you” The song went on and on. Harry did not want to let go of Hermione but air soon became necessary. They carefully broke apart and deep breathed. Once Harry caught his breath he looked into the beautiful hazel brown eyes that belong to the beautiful girl that had them and said to her, “You’re my one Hermione! You’re my one!”
~
i know JKR wouldn't write it like that. it's too mushy gushy lovey for her probably, but that's just how it went in that story i wrote.

Erm... sorry, that is just so not my style. It doesn't have to be the way JKR writes, but, a first kiss scene at their best friend's funeral? I mean, I understand if they're already husband and wife...but that was just out of line.
And WAY to sentimental to be realistic for these two characters. They're both way out of character.
I don't get why shippers of all kinds always feel the need to turn the characters into over-the-top hopeless romantics. It's just sophmoric and crass, IMHO.

Please don't take this wrong, american girl... I don't mean to be mean or disrespectful, I'm just stating my opinion.

Oh yes, that is exactly how I imagined it. Right before Harry faces Voldemort alone. Hermione making him promise he'll come back, for the world, for Ron and her, "for us". Le sigh. So tragic, cliche, and utterly romantic.

I always figured it would be in a very tense and action packed moment.

Just like in PoS, we have Hermione spurting out her feelings for Harry, I always figured that it would happen much the same way in the seventh book.

Going to complete the seventh task, receiving that short but powerful kiss.

I doubt it will be a passionate kiss either. Short and sweet does it for me.

I TOTALLY AGREE!!! I think it would be so sweet to see Hermione gave him that famous speech from PS and then giving him a short but tender kiss. And then...BOOM! Voldy's gone...

Yeah, I'd always imagine their first kiss to be like before the Harry vs Voldemort like somewhere in the last chapters of Book 7. But I don't want it to be in the midst of a tense action packed moment...
Umm, I was thinking more on the lines of... "that deep breath before the plunge..." (hehe, Lord of the Rings quote.... )
Like a day or two before the battle and just the two of them would be talking, kinda like a mirror to the speech scene in SS except deeper and more meaningful coz they'll both be like a lot older already so... etc. They'll confess and come to realize that (cue romantic music) they love each other and blah blah... etc. You guys fill in the sappy scenes...
Then the kiss... it'd be short and sweet... kinda bittersweet and salty coz Hermione would like be crying and she'd be afraid she would lose Harry and Harry would also be afraid to lose her... ahhh!! So tragic, so sentimental and yet so romantic!!! SOrry, if its too cliche..hehe...
So that when Harry's like getting weak, he remembers Hermione and well... you know... hehe VICTORY!!!!

Harry is in some dark corner thinking of tomorrow's final battle with Voldiewarts. Hermione finds him, hugs him, comforts him and stuff. And suddenly they find themselves looking into each other's teary eyes...

wait for it.... wait for it....

BOOM! Harry and Hermione's first kiss... short and sweet of course, but absolutely not a peck on the lips!

this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHQRorbnMJg
is kinda like what scout had in mind. hermione isn't actually there, and they don't actually kiss (unfortanitly Harry and Hermione kissing on the lips hasn't been captured on screen yet.) but he thinks of her and it gives him the confidence to fight voldemort!

lol, can I change my interpretation? I like yours better!

Let's put our predictions aside for a moment. How would you LIKE to see H and Hr kiss? In a tense action/adventure situation, or in a more tender-ish, fluffy scene?

I'd like to see the kiss kind of just suddenly happen and surprise us in the middle of chaotic action...

Maybe thats because I'm BORED TO THE HIGH HEAVENS by the fluffy "common room" scene, overused to death in fanfics...

Ditto. A scene where the raw emotion is almost palpable.

Almost palpable? Lol the whole point is that it is palpable! The touching of lips...
I wonder why humans do that naturally as the physical expression of romantic love... it's weird isn't it?

LOL weird.....but soooo much fun hee hee

I love to kiss. Its one of my favorite things......Anyway

I think Harry and Hermione's first kiss would be like unexpected for the both of them. there would be an awesome confrontation between them like in OoTP. Harry getting ready to go off and do something rash and unplanned and Hermione trying to get him to be reasonable. They circle each other growing closer and closer with each step until they both just sort of crash into each other. Emotions will be high, anger will be blazed and they give each other an intensely wild kiss and then that is when Harry gives in and listens to Hermione.

that is how I think she should write it

I have a version of a first kiss between them that I really like as well. It takes place the night before Harry meets voldemort. Here it is.

Hermione heard the door knob turn and she knew he had come to her. She could feel his presence as he softly kneeled down before her and took her small delicate hands into his. He rested his forehead against hers and she knew he was crying. She felt his tears mingle with hers and her heart broke with such agony she knew it was time to tell him.

“Harry… I can’t let you go…” Her mind was screaming to pour out her heart but the words would not come. Her throat constricted and her mind went numb with the pain that only love could mend.

Harry placed two fingers over her lips to shush her and when she raised her chocolate brown eyes frightfully to his, Harry brought his lips crashing down onto hers. Their need for each other drowned out any coherent thought of war or last stands. Their Kiss seemed to last forever until He reluctantly pulled away from her sweetness and held her close to him.

“I love you so much Harry,” Hermione whispered as she wrapped her arms around his waist and delighted in how his hands moved to the soft nape of her neck.

The first thing that comes to mind is this: The lips are the most sensitive part of the body. And also culturual influence, as well as instinct all play a part of it.

Sort of like the way my dog, whenever she sees something small running, runs after it and chases it, grabs it by the neck, throws it up into the air and snaps its neck in midair, killing it.

Salukis, like my Habiba, were bred to hunt for jack-rabbits on the Egyptian deserts like that. No one taught her how to hunt, yet my Habiba is quite the established hunter, already getting rid of moles... rats... rabbits... birds... even a few snakes.

~Salamon2

"It's...over, isn't it?"

The wind blew away the last clouds of the pale red dust and the visible outline of his body slowly solidified into a figure of a person.

Of a human.

"Yes," his voice a bare whisper, carried to her by the wind. "It's over."

She could have gone and comforted him. She knew she should. Anyone would have done that. After all the losses, the pain, and the sorrow he had to go through only for this one moment... anybody would understand and would go to him, hold him, and weep for him. They would have told him how he had to do what he had to do, how it was not his fault, how sorry they were for the sacrifices he had had to make for this moment to come.

Anybody would have done it.

But...

She lowered her eyes. The sight of his lone figure against the dark, slowly lightening sky and the red, red earth had become too much that it was quite painful to look any longer.

"I'm glad it's you," she said quietly. "I'm glad...that you were the one to end it."

The wind kept blowing, sometimes stirring the dust, sometimes carrying it away as though it meant something and someone was waiting for it.

Seconds of silence trickled away in each sigh of the wind. Then, finally...

"I'm glad...it's me," he said. "I hope nobody ever have to do or feel like this again."

Her eyes were dry and she couldn't understand why, at a time like this, she couldn't even cry fake tears.

She wanted to be able to cry for his sake.

But it was not her place to do so.

After all, she was Hermione Granger. Harry Potter's best friend.

"Let's go back," she said, staring without seeing at the red and parched ground.

The laugh was dry and harsh just like the land. Just like the end.

"Where," he said, "can I go back to? You do know, don't you, that there's nowhere I can return to anymore."

It was not a question. It was a statement. A true statement. Because she knew that he was right. Because he knew she knew that he was right.

Her hands closed on her singed and torn robe in tight fists, she closed her eyes, her brows knitting together in a pained frown. What could she do? What could she do for him?

"Hermione."

She looked up then blinked at the light. It was a new day and...

He had finally turned to look at her.

"Hermione, it is over."

And she rushed forward to catch him as he fell down to his knees. Kneeling together on the ground, they clung to each other as though they would die if they were to let go.

Maybe they would.

"Harry..." she whispered, holding his shaking form as close to her as she could. "Harry..."

"Will the pain go away if I die? It hurts so much and I can't feel anything anymore. Why did it have to be this way? Why did I have to feel what he felt? Why did I have to understand..." his voice trailed off and his body shook with suppressed sobs.

His head burying in her shoulder, she reached one trembling hand to stroke his hair gently.

"Because," she murmured to his ear. "Because nobody else could, Harry. Besides you, no one had every understood him. It was not by his choice to have you or anyone to be close enough to understand. But I think in the end..." she turned her head slightly to pressed her lips to his brow. "...he was glad that there was someone who understood him that way. And that that person was you. He was human, Harry."

He pulled her closer until she was almost crushed agianst him. He sobbed harshly into her shoulder like a lost child who couldn't stop crying and who didn't know why he was so angry in the first place as he cried.

But, unlike that child, he knew.

And he was glad that it was her who was here and that she understood. Just like how he had been for him in that fleeting moment, she was now his...

"Hermione... Hermione, I..."

"I know," she brushed a light kiss to the trail of tears on his cheek. "I know you do, Harry."

He gazed at her through the haze of falling tears and half-broken glasses. He opened his mouth, closed it, and then smiled.

"Know-it-all, aren't you? And here I thought you would have cried with joy and we would have a typical happily-ever-after scene if I were to tell you right at that moment, too."

She returned his smile with a gentle one of her own. "Blood, sweat, and dirt can hardly be classified as romantic, I think. By the way, the one who chased romance out of the window just now is not me but you, Harry."

He laughed, albeit a little waterily, but at least it was not harsh and empty like before.

Leaning forward, he brushed his lips to hers in a brief, chaste kiss.

"Thank you. Thank you, Hermione. For everything..."


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that's how I want it anyway.

That was beautiful, Liadan. So anyways, I was thinking about this last night when I was supposed to be sleeping, and I thought:


ERGH! I can't write!!! Anyways, Hermione talks to Harry, comforts him, and gives him a kiss. After the final battle, they don't even have to say anything, but they know that they both love each other. I ticked my sister off yesterday night talking about this. She was P - Oed! Anyways, this "excerpt" is nothing that JKR will write... considering the quality of it.

Miss Mady