A/N: So, a new fanfic. This one will be longer than my first (I think). I also like this one better. I know that this story line such occurs quite a bit, but I decided to try it with my own little spin. Please enjoy! (Or not if you don't like the story)

I'll Love You Forever – Chapter 1: Waking Up

August 5th, 1998

I smiled at my best friend of 7 years and my girlfriend of six months. I caressed her cheeks and softly wiped the tears glistening on them away. I gently kissed her sweet lips and pulled back to rest my forehead on hers. "I love you, Hermione. I'll love you forever."

She gave me a watery smile and said shakily, "I love you too, Harry. I'll always love you. Promise that you'll come back to me. Please promise."

"I'll always come back to you, Hermione. Always." We kissed longer this time, and our tongues came out to meet each other's. We were kissing like it was our last. Of course, that could be true.

I pulled back, smiled at her, took in her beautiful face, then apparated away to face Voldemort.

August 12th, 2001

"Reducto!" Voldemort's head was blasted into a fine pink mist. The battle was over, I won. Then why was everything going black?

I opened my eyes and was greeted by the sight of a dark, but clearly a pristine white, room. I must be in St. Mungo's. I remembered the last battle clearly, in fact I had just been dreaming about it. I found myself wondering how long I had been sleeping after passing out following my victory of Voldemort.

I sat up, put on my glasses, and saw a ton of get-well cards and balloons resting on a table in the corner of the room. It must've been late considering how dark it was. I performed a medical check on myself and found that I felt perfectly fine. I got up and set out for the door before realizing that I was in a hospital gown. I didn't really fancy heading out into the world like that, so I threw on a fresh pair of clothes laid out at the foot of my bed and headed out the door.

The halls were completely as I briskly walked through them. I stopped at the receptionist's desk and looked at the clock. It was a scrolling clock that also included the date, and it read: 2:45 A.M., August 12th, …

I was freaked out. I had been asleep for a whole week! I dashed out of St. Mungo's and apparated to the Burrow, where Charlie's wedding was supposed to take place on the 15th. All the lights were off, which was no surprise, and I silently crept in. I made sure to avoid the creaky steps while going up the stairs and I stopped at Ron's bedroom. I quietly opened the door to the room that I was supposed to be sleeping in at that moment and found…nobody. Ron's bed was empty.

Frowning, I walked over to Fred and George's room. Both beds were occupied by the mischief-making twins. After having been on the receiving end of their pranks so many times, I decided to give them a taste of their own medicine. I put a silencing charm on the door so I didn't wake up the rest of the family, and then made my wand emit the sound of firecrackers.

Both of them fell out of their beds in unison, and I doubled over in mirth. George was the first to recover, and he said, "That wasn't funny, Harry. We strapping men need our beauty—Harry?"

Fred and George were staring at me as if they'd seen an alien, looked at each other, then dashed out of their rooms. I walked slowly down to the kitchen and was only down there for a couple of minutes before the sound of many pairs of feet making their way downstairs reached my ears.

I was bombarded by a flurry of vivid red hair. Mrs. Weasley was the first to reach me, and she enveloped me in her patented mom-hug while she was crying. She pulled back and looked me in the face, most likely searching for something that she could use an excuse to mother me. All she said, however, was, "Oh, Harry. They said that you had almost no chance of waking up, but we knew you'd pull through. You always do."

I hugged the rest of the Weasley family, with each of them exclaiming about how glad they were that I was okay, when a whooshing sound came from the sitting room. Ron and Luna entered the kitchen holding hands. Ron's eyes widened at the sight of me, then he rushed forward and gave me a bear hug. "You scared us, mate. We thought we'd lost you forever."

I craned my head to try to catch sight of Hermione, since she was supposed to be staying here too, but I didn't see her. "Yeah. You know me. You're not that lucky to be rid of me so easily."

The Weasleys and Luna laughed. Luna brought her hand up to brush a piece of hair behind her ear, and I could a glimpse of silver on her left ring finger. My eyes traveled to Ron's hand, and he too had a wedding band on.

.

I grinned at my best mate, pointed at his hand, and said, "You couldn't wait for me to wake up? And man, you work fast. It's only been a week!"

All of the Weasleys eyes widened and they shared nervous glances. We sat in an awkward silence for a couple seconds before Ron cleared his throat and said. "Uh, Harry…It's been three years and one week."

Then it was my turn for my eyes to widen. Only one thought was going through my head: Hermione. I grabbed Ron's shoulders and said, "I need to see Hermione. Now. Where is she?

"At her house, of course. She moved in next to you. Number 13, Grimmauld Place."

I took off running to get past the anti-apparition wards. I absolutely had to see Hermione. I heard Ron shout after me, "Harry! You have to know that—"

And then I was gone. I arrived at number 12, then ran over to Hermione's door and pounded on it. I waited for a couple minutes then tried again. She must have a silencing charm around her room. I can't believe that I did this to her. Three years?

Admitting defeat, I sullenly walked back to my house. Everything was covered in a fine layer of dust. When I got up to my room, an owl was already waiting for me. Apparently everyone already knows that I'm back.

I opened up the letter and read Dumbledore's neat handwriting.

Harry,

It is so good to hear that you have woken up. I would like to talk to you tomorrow. Say around…9 A.M.? We'll have a bit of breakfast.

Once again, I am delighted to hear that you are okay.

Albus Dumbledore.

I decided that I would talk to Dumbledore. Maybe he could fill me in on the happenings of the last few years. I would also talk to Hermione tomorrow after the meeting. Sighing, I got in bed.

Three years…three years.

Although I had just woken from a three-year coma, I was dead tired. I quickly fell asleep.

A/N: Stay tuned for the next chapter either tomorrow or Friday!