Hermione's Valentine

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There was no doubt about it…Hermione Granger loathed Valentine’s Day. She despised what should have been one of the loveliest of holidays with such passion she could barely contain it. It was for the same circumstance every year. She was lonely. She had no special someone to spend the day with.

Hermione hadn’t always detested Valentine’s Day. In fact, in her youth it was quite a different story. She absolutely cherished it, but doesn’t every young child? She enjoyed giving out Valentine’s to her friends, and she received many in return as well. As she grew older, however, the Valentine’s lessened into none. The day was now reserved for those who had someone to share love with, not for her childish antics; and Hermione had no one. Every year it was the same thing. The halls were disgustingly decorated with pink, red, hearts, cupids, everything in collaboration with Valentine’s Day…and more.

Hermione grumbled as she flew down the hall towards her first class of the day—Herbology. She took her usual seat between Harry and Ron who were talking excitedly of getting their Valentine’s by lunch. She crossed her arms and looked sourly at each of them.

“What’s the matter with you?” Ron asked.

“Nothing!” Hermione grumbled.

“Geez, sorry I bloody asked!” Ron jumped.

“Ron, it’s Valentine’s Day…remember how Hermione was last year?”
Harry reminded him. Hermione glared daggers at her incorrigible friends.

Ron thought for a moment and laughed at the thought of Hermione angrily tearing down the decorations in the Gryffindor common room and stamping them to bits until her face turned purple and he and Harry had to rush her to the infirmary.

“I hate Valentine’s Day!” Hermione exclaimed as Professor Sprout entered the room.

“Today class we are going to trim up these enchanted roses to be used for Valentine’s,” the cheerful witch practically sang. She placed two small roses, one pink and the other red, on the table and muttered enlargement and multiplying charms. Numerous pink and red roses appeared on the main table as “oohs” and “ahhs” went up through the air. “Now, don’t forget to cut off the thorns and you can do whatever you like to them. Just be sure to make them pretty and presentable, no funny business.” Here she glanced at Hermione for last year she had turned them into biting roses. Whenever the Valentine was presented it bit whoever it was intended for. Only Professor Dumbledore found this amusing. "Remember that one of these roses might be yours or your sweetheart’s.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, “great!” But then a smile came to her face as she grabbed the nearest rose and changed it from red to black. If she couldn’t make them into horrid little creatures, she’d simply make them dreary. Although the Slytherin’s might enjoy that, she thought grimly.

“Don’t worry ‘Mione, I bet you’ll get tons of Valentine’s this year,” Harry put a reassuring arm around her shoulders. Hermione smiled somewhat, but simply laid her head on the table.

Harry sighed and glanced at Ron who shrugged. He didn’t know what to do either. But Harry had been planning something for months. He smiled at Hermione’s slumped figure and proceeded changing his roses to green and purple.


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“I wish those bloody Valentine’s would hurry and get here!” Ron exclaimed while watching the doors to the Great Hall.

Hermione hadn’t said much since Herbology, so Harry kept a watchful eye on her. She sat with her eyes downcast and the gloomiest of expressions plastered across her milky face.

“Here they are!” Ginny Weasley shouted.

Everyone’s eyes darted to the delightful pink birds carrying the roses and cards. Hermione merely grunted as she put her head down. She didn’t want to watch everyone getting roses, cards, and candy while she didn’t get a single one.

“Ouch! Ron what was that for?!” Hermione screamed.

“I didn’t do it! Look!” Ron exclaimed while pointing to the largest rose and card he’d ever seen.

Hermione gasped as she realized what had hit her on the head. She looked to her friends. They urged her to open the card.

“Dear Hermione,” she read aloud from the card. “I know you hate Valentine’s Day, but I’d like to change that. Meet me, if you will, in the Quidditch locker room.”

Ginny gasped. “Hermione! You have a secret admirer!”

No sooner than Ginny had spoken then a crimson ribbon emerged from the center of the card and rose to the air in front of her. Hermione cautiously rose from the table and backed away from the ribbon. But to her avail the ribbon flew to her side and began circling around her. A song began to be heard in the background—“Anytime” (a/n by Ray J). Hermione knew every word to this song. It was one of her favorites and she had once confided in Harry and Ginny that she longed for a guy to feel that way about her.

As the ribbon circled her to everyone else what was the sound of wind, to Hermione was words. “I love you Hermione” was being repeated over and over in a voice she vaguely recognized, but she was too speechless to think at that time. The song ended leaving Hermione standing with her knees shaking and everyone in the Great Hall staring at her. She looked to Dumbledore as if to say “please help me” but he only sat smiling with that ever present twinkle in his eyes that told everyone he knew what was going on.

“What? No way, this is a joke you guys!” She laughed and sat down. “Ron if you sent this to me-“

“Why do you always accuse me? I didn’t send it!” He bellowed.

“Are you going to meet him?” Harry asked.

“Well-“

“Of course she is!” Ginny said. “She wouldn’t pass up a chance like this!”

“But what if it’s a sick joke of Malfoy’s?” Hermione asked suspiciously.

“If it is…we’ll go to Dumbledore and have him perform a memory charm on him,” Harry answered.

“And then,” said Ron with no clue what he was getting himself into, “we’ll beat the living daylights outta him and he won’t even suspect what for!”

“But—“

“Hermie, you know this isn’t a joke. You told Harry and me that this was your favorite love song and you’d always wanted someone to feel that way about you. No one would have known what song to use unless they had talked to either Harry or me. You need to meet him,” Ginny winked.

Hermione hadn’t realized that just yet. 'Ginny is right. And she apparently knows who sent it. I wonder if Harry does as well. I’ll just make him tell me if he does.'

“Alright, I will then,” Hermione said trying to sound more confident than she really was.

Ginny looked at Harry and smiled. So she’s figured it out? Harry thought frantically. Ginny somehow sensed what he was thinking and zipped her lips out of the sight of the others. Harry smiled in relief.

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The rest of the day Hermione spent half grumbling and half wondering who wanted her to meet him. 'Malfoy? That’d be most likely because he’s like that, the evil git. Harry? Nah…Ron? Yeah, it could be Ron.'

Later that night Hermione quietly made her way to the Quidditch locker room she was to meet her “mystery man” in. 'I know this is just some sick joke of Malfoy’s!' Hermione thought grimly. 'He’s probably told all of Slytherin to hide and watch my humiliation.'

As Hermione approached the locker rooms she saw that one had been decorated and charmed. The door was charmed red and hearts were spinning on it. Her picture was in a heart in the middle of the door. She sighed and slowly opened it only to be greeted by a small metal key dangling by a braided gold rope. She took hold of it and read the card that was attached.

“Only you can hold the key that has unlocked my heart, Hermione,” she read aloud. The key made her smile somewhat. If this guy was for real, then he was very sweet.

The room was dimly lit with pink and purple lights. Pink and yellow doves fluttered about the ceiling, their song sending her into reels of delight. Charmed paper hearts and other décor were strung among the walls. In the middle of the room her secret admirer had placed a large heart-shaped sofa with nearly a dozen matching pillows. An oversized polar bear rug lined the area in front of the sofa and took up the majority of the room. Hermione smiled. 'Oh, how I hope this is real.'

Gold and crimson roses surrounded the tiny room and gave off such a sweet scent of romance that Hermione trembled. Whoever this guy was he went to a lot of trouble to make her feel special.

She heard the door open behind her. She slowly turned, scared to see who it might be. Her face lit up when she saw him. He was holding a dozen purple and green roses and a box in his right arm.

“Harry! I know you worried it was Malfoy, but you don’t have to follow me here!” She laughed. “Now go on back to the common room, I’ll be up there in a minute.”

“’Mione…it’s not Malfoy who wanted you to come here,” he walked towards her.

“Huh?” She asked confused. “So…who was it then?”

“Me,” he said simply.

Hermione was amid utter delight and confusion. 'Harry? It was Harry who wanted me to meet him!'

“Uh—Harry…I-“

“Before you say anything Hermione I want you to listen to me. I’ve loved you for so long, and I can’t stand being without you,” he handed her the purple and green roses. “I don’t know if you feel the same way, but I hope that you do. I want to be with you, ‘Mione. I love you.”

He snapped his fingers and the song played again.

“Harry, I—“

Before she could answer he had placed his hand on the side of her face and stroked her cheek with his thumb. She shivered at his gentle touch. He slowly brought his lips to hers and joined them in a passionate kiss. She moaned slightly as his tongue explored her mouth. Was this happening? She never thought Harry could kiss like this, even though she had certainly thought about many, many times. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck as Harry’s arms slinked around her waist to pull her closer.

“Please, Hermione, give us a chance,” he whispered when he parted from her.

“Us?” She looked up into his deep emerald green eyes.

“Yes, us. I want you to be my girlfriend, and one day more.” He answered.

“Harry, I want to be yours, and only yours,” she smiled.

Harry’s face lit up as he led her to the sofa.

“I also have this for you,” he handed her the velvet box.

She smiled and opened the box. “Harry! You shouldn’t have!” She exclaimed as she saw the gold diamond ring. The white diamond in the middle was heart-shaped and glistened even in the dim light.

“I wanted to. For so long Hermione I’ve longed for this moment. I knew you hated Valentine’s Day, and I wanted to give you a reason to like it.”

Hermione smiled as she examined her ring. An idea came into her mind and she charmed the white diamond to the emerald green color of his eyes.

“Hermione?” He looked at her questioningly.

“I wanted the diamond to be the color of your eyes. That way when you’re away from me all I have to do is look at this diamond to see your eyes.”

“I never thought of it that way,” he smiled.

She looked at his happy expression. “Oh Harry, I love you!” She hugged him tightly to her.

“I love you too, Hermione.”

She kissed him on the cheek first, then to the other, and finally to his lips. Harry moaned and pulled her onto his lap. She couldn’t help but giggle.

“What is it?” Harry asked confused.

“Did you ever think that we’d be in this situation?” Hermione laughed again.

“Not really, but I always hoped that we would,” he smiled and kissed her once more.

“Harry, this is absolutely gorgeous! How did you do all of this?”

“I paid close attention in Charms,” he answered. “But it’s not nearly as gorgeous as you are!”

“Oh stop!” She playfully hit him. Harry pretended to be hurt so Hermione kissed him.

“Now that’s what I was aiming for,” he smirked.

“Harry James Potter!” Hermione exclaimed only to be kissed once more.

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Later that night Harry led Hermione to his room so they could be more comfortable. This was nothing new; Hermione had been there dozens of times…only Ron had been with them. Now that they were alone, both were a little edgy.

“Sooo…” Hermione sighed.

“Yeah,” Harry said. “This is going to take some getting used to, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it’s a little strange, but I like it,” Hermione smiled and scooted closer to Harry on his bed.

Harry wrapped his arms around her readying himself for a romantic kiss when Ron burst through the door.

“Well there you two are! ‘Arry, where have you been?” Ron exclaimed. “Wait, a minute…why are you two so close? And you have your arms around her!”

Harry and Hermione laughed. “Ron,” said Harry. “I was Hermione’s secret admirer.”

Ron looked confused, “what?”

“Harry sent me the huge rose and the card,” Hermione explained.

“Oh, ok, I see. So you two are dating now?” Ron asked.

“Yes,” both Harry and Hermione answered.

Ron’s face lit up. “Brilliant! I was wondering when the two of you would!” He hugged both of them.

Harry looked at Hermione and the three of them laughed. A silence followed as Harry stared at Ron, silently telling him to go.

“Umm…well, I’m going to play wizard’s chess with Dean and Neville. You two coming later?” Ron asked.

“Yeah, we’ll be down in a few,” Harry told him.

“In a few?” Hermione asked as Ron shut the door.

“Well I was thinking hours, not minutes,” Harry smirked.

“Oooh sounds good to me!” Hermione squealed.

Harry continued to hold her as he laid her down on his bed. He kissed her softly at first. He placed little kisses on her cheeks, forehead, then moved to her luscious lips. Hermione moaned slightly, begging him to kiss her more. He obliged and built the passion to where both were left panting.

“Harry, I’ve never had a kiss like that before,” Hermione sighed.

“There’ll be plenty of kissing,” he smiled and lightly kissed her nose.

Hermione got up from the bed and pulled Harry up until he was sitting on the edge again, then climbed into his lap and straddled him. She snapped her fingers to play what was now their song and started kissing him again as he ran a hand up the back of her shirt to rub her back. Hermione moaned as she pulled away from Harry.

“I’m sorry Hermione, I just—“She put a finger to his lips to quiet him.

“Harry I want this…I want you…I always have. I’ve dreamed and fantasized more about this moment than you’ll ever know. I just never expected it to really happen.”

“’Mione, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this. Wait…fantasized?”

“Yes!” she squealed. “Harry, I love you with all of my heart and soul. I want to be a part of you.” She smiled as she fully realized his excitement.

“Umm—“He stuttered a little embarrassed.

“There’s another song I love,” she whispered and snapped her fingers.

“It sounds beautiful, what is it?”

“It’s called “Take Me Away”. I’ve always wanted to make love to this song,” she smiled sheepishly.

“Hermione, I didn’t do all of this today just to get into your knickers,” Harry whispered.

“I know that Harry!” She laughed. “You’re not at all like that! We both love each other and I know we were meant to be.”

Harry smiled. “I think my heart may burst. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Somehow,” she sighed. “I think I always knew. I was just never brave enough to act on our feelings for each other.”

Hermione took out her wand and turned off the lights. She then pulled shut the curtains on Harry’s bed and conjured candles to float above them. Their eyes twinkled in the light.

Harry took her cue and brought his lips to hers once more. The song seemed to be on permanent replay, but neither of them noticed it anymore. Hermione softly laid Harry’s hand on her breast and raised her shirt over her head.

“Hermione, it’s—uh—my first time,” Harry admitted.

“Like it’s not mine?” She whispered.

Harry’s face broke out into a huge grin. “But I thought that you and Krum back in fourth year—“

“What?! NO!!”

Harry laughed. “I’m sorry ‘Mione.”

“I’ll forgive you this time, Mr. Potter.”

He kissed her again while he fumbled with her bra. Hermione, figuring this out, laughed softly and unsnapped it for him. Harry parted from her in order to take her in. She bit her lip and lifted the bottom of his shirt up. With his shirt off, she was free to view the muscles that years of Quidditch training had developed. Hermione gulped as she gently ran a hand over his chiseled body, stopping at the button to his trousers. She looked to Harry for permission and he nodded his head. Shakily, she unbuttoned and unzipped them. He helped her pull them off until he was left in nothing but his boxers. Hermione smiled up at him in delight. She stood on her knees giving him permission to do the same to her. He slowly pulled off her skirt and there she was, on his bed in nothing but a skimpy thong.

“A black thong, eh?” He wriggled an eyebrow and smirked.

“Harry!” She laughed and playfully slapped him.

“I’m gonna have to have a look in your underwear drawer just to see what all’s in there!’’

She laughed again and kissed him.

“Are you sure you want this Hermione? I’m fine with waiting, I honestly am.”

“I know and I’m sure.”

“I love you Hermione.”

“I love you too Harry.”

He looked at her the whole time he was pulling his boxers off. She smiled when she saw how excited she really had made him, and pulled off her thong. Harry gulped and all thoughts of Hermione’s underwear drawer left his mind. 'Forget underwear!' He thought. 'The girl I love is lying naked on my bed!!'

Harry carefully laid himself on top of Hermione and both gasped at the touch of their bare skin on the others.

“I heard it hurts a girl her first time,” Harry whispered.

“I’ve heard that too, but I’ve also heard that it’s worth it because it gets better each time. I’m not scared, Harry. I can take a little pain.”

“But I don’t want to hurt you!”

“It may hurt now, but you can make up for it later,” she winked.

“Alright,” he said and kissed her more. She moved and writhed under him as she wrapped her arms around him in attempt to pull him closer.

Harry smiled at her and kissed slowly down her neck. Hermione gasped as cold shivers ran through her body. He continued kissing down her body until he came to her breasts. Gently he took an erect nipple into his mouth and sucked a little. Hermione didn’t think it could get any better then it was as he kneaded the other breast with his hand. That was until his tongue circled past her bellybutton and into her most private region.

“Harry!” She moaned. He laughed softly. “I need you now!” She exclaimed. “I can’t take waiting any longer!”

“Oh, but you must wait, Miss Granger!” She playfully smacked him and pushed him on his side.

Rolling on top of Harry, Hermione began to return the “favor” starting with his mouth and working her way to his neck. She lightly licked and sucked under Harry’s ear earning a moaned “Hermione” from him. Smiling she licked down to his collar bone and bit him ever so gently. Harry moaned and writhed under her.

“Ahh…so you know how it is now!” She smirked.

“Yeah—“he drifted off.

Hermione smiled and worked her way downwards. Harry’s back arched a little when she ran her hands slowly over his chest and stomach, working her way up his thighs.

When she kissed his thigh he gasped. “Hermione, as much as I’ve dreamed about you doing this to me…I won’t make it to—well, you know,” he blushed.

Hermione giggled and let Harry flip her onto her back.

Harry crawled back on top of her and positioned himself. “Are you sure? We can always do this later.”

“I’m sure,” she said and placed her hands on his shoulders. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Harry carefully, and as gently as he could, slid himself into her. Both gasped, Hermione with a mix of pleasure and pain as she dug her nails into his shoulders. Somehow knowing what should be done, he waited until she was used to the feel of him before he began to move. He moved slowly for first few minutes until he couldn’t contain it much longer.

“Harry, you can go faster baby.” Hermione smiled in reassurance.

“I won’t last much longer, I—“Harry could hardly speak so he kissed her.

“I want you to look into my eyes.”

“Mine haven’t left yours for a second, love.”

Hermione smiled. She could feel he couldn’t last much longer, but it just felt so good to her. “Harry!” She gasped and pressed herself to him as waves of pleasure wracked her body, her toes curling and her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“Oh, bloody hell!” He exclaimed and pumped harder. And that’s when they both felt it. Hermione’s walls tightened around him and Harry’s warmth spilt into her center.

“Wow!” He collapsed onto her.

“Tell me about it!” She smiled widely. “I love you Harry.”

“I love you too Hermione, my love.” He said as he rolled next to her and pulled her into his arms.

The light from the candles made the sweat on their bodies glisten.

Hermione sighed. It did hurt, but not as bad as I’d heard it would hurt. She smiled up at Harry and kissed his cheek.

“You were amazing, love!” Harry sighed in ecstasy. Hermione rewarded him with another kiss.

“Like you weren’t?” She giggled.

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Ron sighed and glanced at his watch. 'It’s been a bloody hour! What could they possibly be doing? Or do I wanna know?' He thought while yawning.

“Neville, Dean, there’s a new couple in Gryffindor,” Ron stated simply.

“Huh?” The two boys asked in unison.

“Well, you remember that huge rose and card that Hermione got?” He asked and they nodded. “It was from Harry…they’re a couple now!”

“What?!” Neville asked shocked. “But I thought you and Hermione would be the next people to date!”

“Yeah, Ron, what happened?” Dean asked.

“Well, I really liked Hermione, but I never told that to Harry. I guess he liked her the whole time too. I can’t blame him for making the first move. I’m happy for them. I just want my two best friends to be happy. Though it may mean I won’t hang out with them as much, but I’m sure they’ll still make room for me,” Ron smiled wryly.
'I do want them to be happy…'

He truly did want them happy. But he wanted them all to be happy, and Hermione to be with him.


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Harry couldn’t help but smile as he and Hermione entered the Great Hall the next morning for breakfast. Everyone turned in shock as he led Hermione to their usual seats, the whole time never letting go of her hand. Hermione stifled a laugh as she saw Malfoy sneering at them.

“I guess we’ll hear it from him in a while, eh?” She asked Harry and motioned to Malfoy.

“Yeah, no doubt about it…but I don’t care,” he placed his arms around her shoulders.

“Ole, famous Potter’s got himself a girl, mates!” They could hear Malfoy telling the Slytherin table.

Ron snorted. “Shoulda guessed he’d say something like that.”

“Don’t worry about it guys,” said Ginny. “You know what a git he is!”

“I don’t care about Malfoy,” Harry replied. “He’s just jealous I’ve got such a sexy girl to be mine, and he didn’t have the chance to get her. All he’s got is Pansy.”

“Yeah, the bulldog,” Ginny laughed.

Hermione blushed. “Harry—“

“Don’t even say it Hermione. I know you have low self esteem, but I know what you look like, and you are the most gorgeous girl on the planet. Malfoy may think Pansy’s got it all, which she hasn’t, but that’s him. To me, there is no one better and there never will be. Not only your looks, but your smarts too,” he hugged her again.

Ron and Ginny suppressed their giggles behind their hands.

Many of the Gryffindors had asked them how they had become a couple and if Harry was the one who had sent Hermione the Valentines.

“Of course he was! Who else would it have been?” Hermione smiled.
Ron shook his head sadly.

“Are you alright Ron?” Asked Ginny.

“Yeah, just thinking about Potions,” he told her.

Ginny shook her head knowingly. “Try to be happy for them Ron.”

“I am!” He hissed. “It’s just—“

“No need to tell me, I know,” she smiled.

Is it just me or does my sister happen to know what everyone’s thinking all the time?

“I just pick up on things easily,” she winked.

“Bloody hell!” Ron gasped and smacked his forehead.


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“Potter…Granger…you’re late. Five points from Gryffindor!” Snape growled. The other Gryffindors rolled their eyes at Snape. He had to be the foulest professor at Hogwarts. Ron waved Harry and Hermione over to their usual seats.

“Another five points!” Ron mouthed.

Hermione nodded shyly. She hated anything to do with losing points for her house. Harry, however, high-fived Ron. They’d been in a competition to see who could annoy Snape the most. So far it was a tie. Snape hated both of them as well as Hermione. And she couldn’t stand it. A professor, of all people!

“Read chapter fifteen and give me three feet on the properties of moonstone in potion making. Due on Wednesday.” Snape grumbled out his orders and sat at his desk making plans to torture his advanced potions class.

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There's the first chappie...any ideas? Please R&R, and please no flames. :)