Hermione had just awakened moments ago. She sat up, while wrapping a blanket around herself. Thinking to herself, 'God, Harry's bed is a lot more comfortable than mine! I should sleep here more often.' She shivered and noticed she was missing a few articles of clothing… well, all of them to be precise!

She saw her jeans rolled up in a ball on the nightstand next to her forgotten mug of hot chocolate; her… well Harry's… plaid shirt was on the covers at the foot of the bed; her bra was hanging on the headboard; that just left… her panties. After a few minutes of searching, she found the item… under Harry's pillow.

She giggled at this, 'Of course, where else would they have been?' She smiled in response to finding everything that was hers. Actually, she had forgotten one thing.

"Harry?" she asked, hoping her voice would carry throughout the tent. He burst through the door, as if she had just told him she was being attacked.

"What is it, Hermione? Are you alright?" He gently began caressed her face.

"I'm fine, Harry. I just wanted to make sure you were!" His face broke out into a grin, "Of course I am, Hermione. I have you here. There's no one else I would rather be with."

He wrapped his arms around her body to make sure she knew his feelings were sincere. "Besides, you're the only one who understands me. The one I can talk about anything with. The only girl I'll ever love." He pulled back his arms. "But since you cooked dinner last night, it's only fair I make us breakfast. I'll call you when it's ready."

With that, he kissed her and started for the kitchen. She rolled over and began reminiscing about the events leading up to last night; watching the sunset together, running for cover after the snowstorm blew in, sharing soup while discussing horcrux details, and agreeing to sleep together. She glanced at his dresser and saw his old quidditch hoodie, with POTTER shimmering across the back.

She whispered, "Someday…"