*As always, JKR owns it all, I am merely moving her pieces around. The girls dorm was empty, save one, Hermione Granger. It was the Christmas holiday of their seventh year, and Hermione had, once again, chosen to stay at Hogwarts with her two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Once the last of the seventh year girls had boarded the Hogwarts Express back to London, it felt very lonely in the large dormitory. She ventured into the common room to find Harry sitting alone by the fire.

“Hey Harry.” she said, sitting next to him in her favorite overstuffed chair.

“Hey” he smiled, adjusting his body in the chair to look at her, “looks like its just you and me this Christmas.”

“Where’ve Ron and Ginny gone?” she asked, alarmed “I thought they were to stay too?”

“They were, but they got an owl from their mum asking them to come home.” Harry yawned, “They’d asked us to come along, but I told them to go on and have family time... you know how worried Mrs. Weasley has been for them.” Harry held his breath, hoping that she couldn’t tell the real reason that he had sent Ron and Ginny home without them.

“Well, if its just us, what shall we do?” she asked.

“I’m sure we’ll find something to do.” Harry said, his green eyes sparkling mischievously.

Hermione caught this glance, and sat back into her chair. ‘This really is going to be a very interesting Christmas’ she thought.
Snowy winter days led way to frozen winter nights, and Harry and Hermione took advantage of both. During the days they played in the snow or helped Hagrid tend to the Thestrals, and at night they would have Dobby bring them hot chocolate and read by the fire.

One such night, as they were sprawled in their chairs, Hermione read Advanced Standard Book of spells Grade Seven, and Harry read Quidditch: a History. They had finished their hot chocolate, and began rubbing their eyes, and yawning, noting that sleep was not far off. Hermione’s eyes became heavy as she closed her book, not able to read one more word.

“You tired Harry?” she asked quietly

“A little...” he replied yawning, “I can stay up with you awhile if you want...”

She got up out of her chair and crawled into his with him, laying her head on his shoulder she whispered, “will you tell me a story, Harry?”

He looked confused, ecstatic, uncomfortable, and elated all at once. He wrapped his arm around her and said, “sure Hermione.”

“Thanks...” she smiled broadly, “let me get all set”. She squirmed around in the chair until her head was resting on Harry’s lap. “Are you okay?”

“Very okay” he said, tentatively running his fingers through her light brown hair. “What do you want to hear?”

“Anything...” she sighed

“Alright” he took a deep breath, “Once upon a time...”

And before they knew it, they were both sleeping soundly. Hermione curled up in Harry’s lap, and his fingers entwined in her hair.
Harry stirred first as the morning light shone in he common room windows. Not wanting to disturb Hermione he stayed as still as he possibly could, staring at his beautiful best friend while she slept soundlessly in his lap. ‘I could really love you, Hermione’ he thought, ‘I could take care of you like no one else would.’. He gingerly started to untangle his fingers from her curly hair, half hoping to wake her so they could talk, and half hoping that they could stay just like this forever. He daydreamed about tangling his hands in her hair while he kissed her, and never taking his eyes off of her again.

She felt his eyes on her the moment she woke, so she remained perfectly still listening to his breathing, relaxing under the weight of his hands in her hair. Taking a deep breath, she began to rouse herself, to let Harry know she was awake.

“Good morning beautiful” he said, hoping she was still sleepy enough to not fully understand the weight of his greeting.

“Good morning yourself” she smiled sleepily. “How long have you been awake?”

“Not long at all,” he lied, “are you hungry?”

“A bit. I think I’d like to change and get cleaned up, okay”

“Sure... take your time.” He rose and walked up to his dormitory as she did the same.
Hermione showered, taking the steam in, letting it work on the sharp pain in her neck from sleeping in an awkward position in Harry’s lap all night. “It was so worth it though,” she thought smiling broadly, she hopped out of the shower, wringing the water out of her curly hair. She dressed carefully and dashed out the door to the common room.

“Ready for breakfast?” she asked, bounding down the spiral stairs.

“Yeah,”he said, getting to his feet and turning to her. He was frozen at the sight of her, and stopped completely dead.

“Harry, are you alright?” she asked, concerned. She brushed her bangs out of her face and let her hand fall down over her collarbone to her side.

Harry watched every movement. She was beautiful in a crimson tank top and white shrug with jeans. Her hair, swept up off of her neck, attracted his eyes. He traced the line of her shoulder with his eyes and his breath caught in his chest. She was beautiful, and it was more than he could bear.

“Harry...?” Hermione stepped toward him, “Earth to Harry...?”

He saw her lips moving but couldn’t understand the words. Her lips... pouty and pink, calling to him to touch and taste. He reached out to touch a curl on her shoulder, and she took his hand.

“C’mon Harry... breakfast” she whispered, just breath and words...

“Err... right.” He said, his voice louder than he had expected...

...She took his hand gingerly in hers and lead him through the portrait hole and toward the great hall.
The day crawled on and on, with both Harry and Hermione looking forward to the evening. All day he stole glances in her direction, longing to drag his lips along her collarbone. And all day long she sat in amazement that her dream may just come true. Harry Potter might just be in love with her too.

Finally, the sun began to set on the hills and the grounds of Hogwarts, and as usual, Dobby brought the hot chocolate to Harry and Hermione in the common room.

“Good evening Harry Potter and Miss.” Dobby said as he wobbled toward them, “How was your day today?”

“Brilliant Dobby, thank you” Harry replied, glancing dangerously at Hermione.

“And you Miss?” Dobby asked her.

“Wonderful Dobby, thank you.” She smiled, “and remember I asked you to call me Hermione?”

“Oh yes Miss Hermione.” Dobby said, bowing low to her, “so sorry.”

Hermione began to argue his bow, but Harry cut her off quickly, “Dobby, you are just so wonderful, thank you for out hot chocolates again tonight.”

“Of course Harry Potter, sir!!” Dobby exclaimed, “Dobby is always happy to serve Harry Potter!! And Miss Hermione who leaves Dobby such beautiful hats and socks for when he cleans!!”

Hermione blushed as crimson as her top at Dobby’s last remark. “Goodnight Dobby”

“Goodnight Miss Hermione. Goodnight Harry Potter, sir...” he added with a wide elfish smile, “sweet dreams to you both...” he snapped and disappeared from the room.

They drank in silence. Hermione pretended to page through her Arithmancy book, while Harry just drank slowly and stared in her direction. He mentally measured the distance between her shoulder and her ear in kisses, and tried to think of a way to tell her just how much he cared for her.

Suddenly, his silence was broken... “Hermione...” he said, with a touch of anticipation in his tone.

“Yes, Harry?” She said quickly, equally as nervous.

“Are you tired?”

“A bit... I could stay up with you if you like”

He let the moment pass quietly, got up and walked toward the fire, as if looking to it for the way to tell her how he felt. She was just as nervous as he was. Getting up and walking silently behind Harry, she knew that this was the moment she had been waiting for her whole life. She brought her hand up and laid it on his shoulder, startling him. She broke the silence.

“Harry...” She began, “these passed days have been the best of my life. Spending the time like this... Its been just wonderful.” she paused, not knowing how he would react. He simply nodded, losing all capacity for speech. She went on, “I don’t know how you feel, Harry... but I... I...” She shut her eyes tight and spoke quickly, “I don’t think I can stand another moment without kissing you.”

And then, with her eyes still clamped shut, she felt his hand on her face and his breath nearing her. He was breathing hard, and she could practically feel his heartbeat through his hand. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his lips were on hers. His hands found their way to her hair, twisting and nesting themselves in her bushels of curls. Gently, their feelings, completely unspoken, culminated in one breathless moment.

When the kiss was finally broken, they simply stared at one another, astonished at what had just happened. Both not believing that it was possible that the one they loved, loved them back...

Harry lay down in front of the fire, and taking her hand, compelled her to do the same, “C’mere Hermione.”

She sank to her knees and arranged herself next to him, finally laying with her head on his chest. Just happy to be there in each others arms. His fingers got tangled in her curls, while their legs tangled with one another. She looked into his eyes, kissed him deeply and said,

“Harry, tell me a story”

“What do you want to hear?”


“Alright,” He kissed her again, and rolling on his side, he counted the kisses from her ear to the base of her shoulder... “Once upon a time...” A/N: I hope you enjoyed the love story of my two favorite characters! Please review -- I can take it :)

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