"You know you were doing really well with that speech until you brought Fleur up?" Hermione leaned on him, pressing her weight onto his shoulders with a devilish grin on her face.
"Um... I'm sorry? I love you?"
"I know that already, you silly." She leaned in and kissed him. "And I never realized how much I meant to you. You're really special to me, too. You were the first real friend I had. Even before Hogwarts, most of my so-called friends were... they were like Ron. They kept me around because I could help them with homework. You're the first friend I brought home to meet my parents, too. And my first kiss, and my first boyfriend. I hope you'll be my first... um... well, I mean I hope you'll be my only..." She blushed. "Well, let's just say I'll never want to lose you, Harry. I want to live my life with you."
Harry shook as he tried to suppress a giggle when Hermione struggled with her speech. He had no idea what she was really going to say, but he had a dozen ideas in his head. He settled with replying, "Thanks, Hermione. I think you've also given me the chance to, as well." Still stuck underneath her, Harry settled on kissing her hands.
"What do you mean by that?"
"The prophecy that we sent back? You know, power he knows not?"
"We still don't know who made that prophecy, or if it was really verified."
"If we didn't bother packing that info, then it probably wasn't important. I think being able to go back in time is a pretty fantastic power, and Voldemort doesn't know about it."
"You're right... we should keep this as secret as possible. The fewer who know, the fewer who can tell, after all..."
"And you gave me that power, Hermione. It always comes back to you. I'll... I'll always come back to you, Hermione."
"And I'll always be there for you, Harry."
Harry was shaken awake the next morning after an extremely comfortable night's rest. He wanted it to continue, but the voice wouldn't let him.
"Harry! Wake up, Harry, you're late!"
Harry recognized that voice. "Hermione? Why are you in my room?"
"I'm not in your room, Harry. We're still in the Room of Requirement! We fell asleep here, remember?"
Harry didn't remember, in fact. He did remember feeling very relaxed, though. "What time is it?"
"Almost nine o'clock! And you have to be at the Quidditch pitch by nine-thirty for your duels!"
Harry got the feeling he'd done this before... several times, in fact. "We don't have to pack our trunks, do we, Hermione?"
"What on earth are you... oh!" She laughed at the likeness to their time-travel situation. "No, but you do need to shower. You stink. Heck, I stink. Let's get out of this room. Come on!"
They both got up, but as they walked out the door, Harry stopped and turned back. He walked across it three times, and a new door appeared. "What room did you call for, Harry?"
"I just asked for some showers. I thought it'd be quicker."
Hermione was clearly disappointed. "You boys never think much of your hygiene, do you? What about a change of clothes? You were sweating all day yesterday and you're going to wear the same clothes again today?"
"What's wrong with that? I'm just going to work up a sweat again today." It wasn't that bad, was it? He'd smelled much worse after Quidditch practice, and he didn't really work up a huge sweat yesterday, since he was going easy.
"No, Harry, and that's final. Get a proper shower and change of clothes in your dorm and meet me in the common room, alright? We'll have breakfast together." Harry frowned as the door to the Room of Requirement disappeared when they began to walk away. Such a brilliant idea, completely shot down by Hermione's cold, hard logic. He had a very quick shower, taking only five minutes before he was back down in the common room, and he brought his broom with him to save a few minutes of walking as well. Unfortunately, he still ended up waiting, as Hermione's idea of a quick shower was about fifteen minutes long. In the meantime, he reapplied the glamour on his back, taking several tries to get it right.
Hermione was still complaining that she didn't have time to properly dry her hair as she came down the stairs. Harry was caught off guard seeing Hermione without her bushy hair. She was still combing through all of it, and even though it was a little tangled and messy, it was... tamed, laying flat against her head and neck. That one little change turned his pretty girlfriend into a drop-dead sexy one. He didn't have time to gawk, however, as she pulled him out of his stupor and through the portrait-hole. "What's the broom for, Harry?"
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