Declaring Love

Harry was falling for Hermione. Hard. He just couldn't quite get her out of his head. Everytime he saw her, a smile would dance on his lips. Once, Hermione had asked him what he was smiling at and he had been reduced to stuttering uncontrollably before Ron burst out laughing at the pair of them. Hermione had just frowned.

Ron knew. Harry could tell. This wouldn't bother him if it wasn't for the fact that he could tell whenever the three of them were together that he was just waiting for Harry to do something about it. Harry hadn't though. He knew it was stupid, but he was scared. What if she hated him? What if she never talked to him again?

It was raining outside the day Harry decided to take a chance. Everyone was piled in the common room because of the cold and he, Ron and Hermione were talking about their potions final. Hermione laughed at something Ron had said and Harry just stared at her. God, she was beautiful. It was an impulse, but hey, he wasn't a Griffindor for nothing, so he followed it. He leaned in. She looked at him.

They kissed each other.

It was short, but when they pulled apart, half the common room was staring at them. Hermione blushed and looked at her feet. Harry simply lifted her chin lightly with the tips of her fingers and when her eyes met his, he kissed her again.

This time it was longer and they broke apart to Ron's laughs and cat call's from the rest of the Griffindors. Hermione frowned and hit Ron over the head with a book.

It was around two days later and Harry and Hermione were not quite an official couple, but rumours about them were flying everywhere. The Slytherins especially could not get enoughof taunting them.

"Oh look, it's Potty and the Mudblood, off for a snog are we?" he laughed as Harry and Hermione were about to leave the great hall at dinner.

"Shut it Malfoy" Ron said back harshly.

Malfoy laughed. He clearly didn't believe the rumours, but, of course, he was all for antagonising them, so he kept taunting them.

"What's wrong Potty? Don't you love your girlfriend?"

Suddenly, Harry found he had had enough. He stepped up onto his chair and then onto the table, dragging Hermione with him. He then turned to her and, in front of the entire hall, snogged her.

It was over a minute before they broke apart and not a word had been spoken in the great hall during all that time.

"That answer your question Malfoy?" Harry asked, breaking the silence.

Malfoy merely gaped at them.

"Idiot" Harry muttered under his breathe, but because of the quiet, not one person missed it.

Suddenly, the Griffindor table erupted into cheers and Harry, suddenly remembering were he was, turned red and tried to step down from the table.

A hand stopped him.

"Where do you think you are going?" Hermione whispered in his ear.

He turned to her, fear making it's way into his eyes – she could hate him for what he just did. She laughed at the look on his face and kissed him again, hearing the hall cheer behind him and a few Slytherins grumble something under their breath.

When they pulled away from each other, Harry's gaze accidently found the teacher's table. Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling.