To all: Details are currently being added. I've finally finished the prologue and the spell-check, aren't you proud of me? Haha, just kidding, but yes, I have the prologue finished and I would like to know what you think of it.

Author: LionGirl, but just call me Jessie

Rating: Mostly G. Possibly PG to PG-13 later on in the story.

Summary: Mainly Hr/R. Takes place during the sixth year (for Hermione, Harry and Ron). Starts during the summer, and will continue throughout the school year.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and all related characters, items, etc. These belong to J.K. Rowling and her publishers along with W.B. Pictures. I do however own the plot and any original characters that I may make up.

Author's Note: I already have a plot and a few extra chapters coming, so I should update pretty frequently. I have seven chapters up on my other sites, but I'm changing them a little bit before I post them up here. Thank you for even taking the time to read this, and I will have another post up soon!
Another A/N: Tell me what you think! I don't want to do this for no reason! If you're going to tell me what's wrong, or what you don't like, go ahead. Just please don't completely flame me, that's just rude. Give constructive criticism! Thanks!

Is This Love That I Feel?

Prologue

"Harry, we'll have you away from there as soon as we can," Mrs. Weasley whispered, hugging him again.

"We'll see you soon, mate," said Ron anxiously, shaking Harry's hand.

"Really soon, Harry," said Hermione earnestly. "We promise."

Harry nodded. He somehow could not find words to tell them what it meant to him, to see them all ranged there, on his side. Instead he smiled, raised a hand in farewell, turned around, and led the way out of the station toward the sunlit street, with Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley hurrying along in his wake.

"Harry, wait!" Hermione yelled to Harry's back. He turned around to see her sprinting towards him.

"What is it?" he asked worriedly.

Hermione didn't answer. She simply wrapped her arms around his torso and gave him a long hug. She looked up at him with tears brimming in her eyes.

"Harry, I just wanted to tell you that everything is going to be just fine. You'll be fine. We'll be fine... Everything is going to be okay. I love you Harry, we all do; you know that. Just... Just feel better, and know that we're thinking of you, okay?"

Harry didn't know what to say. He had never seen Hermione be so serious and compassionate at the same time. He just nodded his head and hugged her in return.

Hermione pulled away. "Well, I better get back to the others. My mum and dad are probably wondering where I've gone. See you in a while Harry." She smiled. Before turning and running back to her parents and the Weasleys, Hermione gave Harry a quick peck on the cheek, leaving him standing there, speechless.

"Where were you and what took you so long?" questioned Ron as Hermione returned to the group.

"Oh, I just had to run and tell Harry something that I forgot to tell him before he left," Hermione replied quickly in one breath.

Ron eyed her strangely but just shrugged it off. "Right."

They went to catch up with the rest of the group, but still stayed behind them a few feet, so they could talk amongst themselves.

"So, what did you tell Harry?" Ron asked nonchalantly.

"Oh, um, well, I just told him that we're all there for him, and that we all care for him."

"But he already knows that!"

"Well, yes, I know that. I just felt that he needed to actually hear it directly from one of us."

"Oh, okay," Ron said smartly, though he could not hide his bewildered face. They reached the entrance to the station and stopped.

Ron leaned casually against one of the pillars that stood at the front of the station. Even though he was slouching, he still had to look down to look at Hermione's face. "So," he said somewhat uncomfortably, "Would you like to come to my house sometime over the holiday?"

Hermione smiled. "Well, of course I would like to, Ron." She then rolled her eyes. "I've only been doing that for the past three or four years, now," she added sarcastically.

"Shut up," Ron shot back playfully, though his ears were tinted red at the tips. "I just wanted to make sure so that I could tell mum whether or not you were coming." They both smiled and laughed a little, even if there wasn't really a point to it.

"Ron, dear, come along now, we should get going!" Mrs. Weasley's voice called from the front of the building. Ron and Hermione looked over at them. Ron's dad had managed to get cars from the Ministry again (Cornelius Fudge had agreed to it grudgingly) and the family was packing their things in the trunk or waiting in the vehicles.

Hermione's parents stood by Ron's. "They're right, Hermione, we ought to get going now, sweetie," her mother said in agreement.

"All right, we'll be there in a moment," Hermione replied. She looked up at Ron. "Uh, so I guess this is goodbye then?" she inquired uncertainly.

"Only for now," he responded with a lopsided grin.

"But how do we know if we'll even see each other again?" Hermione said anxiously, fear showing in her eyes. "I mean, if Voldemort's," punctured by a wince from Ron, "after Harry, then he's after us too. For all we know, we could be next," she continued, her voice trembling. Her hands moved to grip Ron's. Ron swallowed tensely but squeezed her hands in return. He continued to gaze down at her, his frightened expression mirroring hers. Then she said something he had not expected. "For all I know, you could be next... and I-I don't know what I would do without you."

Hermione locked her deep brown eyes with Ron's as a silent tear rolled down her cheek.

"Hermione..." Ron didn't know what to say. His expression was serious, caring, concerned, and most of all, loving. His eyes deepened with worry. Hermione was right; any of them could be next, and it terrified him as well. He didn't have much time to ponder on it, though, as Hermione abruptly wrapped her arms around him. His eyes widened at this unexpected gesture and he patted her on the back very nervously (and somewhat jerkily because of it).

"Come on kids!" they heard their fathers shout in unison.

Hermione suddenly seemed to come to her senses and stepped away from Ron.

"Sorry," she said embarrassedly. "Well, they're right. We better go now."

"Okay," said Ron with a grin, hoping to cheer her up. "It won't be long before we see each other, I promise." His voice was more confident as he said this.

"You're right. I'm being silly," she beamed a pearly white smile back at him, clearly cheered up already. They began to walk outside where Ron's family was packing themselves into the car, and Hermione's parents were sitting in their vehicle waiting.

"See you in a couple of weeks, or days, or... whatever, sometime soon!" Ron said to her merrily.

Hermione laughed at Ron for being able to change his mood so quickly. She, however, was still a little uneasy, but tried to wipe the feeling away. "Yes, yes, I'll see you soon."

They turned around and were both were about to walk to their cars when Hermione suddenly called out Ron's name.

"Yes?" he questioned as he turned to look at her. He was met by Hermione's lips on the corner of his mouth.

"I'll miss you," Hermione said quietly. Quickly, she turned away and started walking to her car, but not before shouting at him playfully, "And I expect you to miss me too!" She laughed lightly as she got into her parent's car.

"It's about bloody time," her parents said.

Ron was standing and staring at Hermione as she ran back to her car. His mouth was in a sort of open-mouthed grin as he raised his hand to touch the spot where she had kissed him. Then it hit him. Hermione had kissed him. It was debatable as to how well his brain would process this information; especially now that it was moving extra slow from shock.

"God damn it, Ron, hurry up!" George shouted out of the car window. Ron was snapped back into reality as he tore over to the car.

"It's about bloody time," was heard from every occupant when he finally entered the automobile.

Ron just grinned and sunk into silent thoughts the rest of the ride home.