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Fifth book is ignored.
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Disclaimer: Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue.
I don't own Harry Potter
And neither do you.
I don't own Raggedy Anne & Andy either.
Candy Hearts & Paper Flowers
Harry and Hermione had been together for one whole year, one whole year on September 19th. Hermione's birthday.
The party in the Gryffindor common room was coming to a close, Hermione was on her last eight presents. She tore off the red and gold wrapping paper of the tootsie roll looking package. She threw the festive paper on the ground and looked at the present. A large red and gold blanket that could be used as both a picnic blanket and a lap blanket.
"Thank you, Lavender. You are so nice," Leaned across the circle and gave Lavender Brown a half hug. She set the blanket and card aside and Ron threw her the next present. Hermione missed and the box landed with a hard crash and a sound of breaking glass.
"Great job, Ron," Hermione said, clearly frustrated.
"Hey, I'm not the one who can't catch," he said, holding his hands in the air as if the police were going to arrest him.
"Oh, I can catch. You just can't throw!" She said as she picked up the card. She opened the pink envelope and looked at the card. It had valentine chocolate all over it and said:
"Birthdays are like chocolate."
She opened it up.
"You just shouldn't count how many you have.
Your friend,
Dean"
She threw an M&M at Dean Thomas' head, "I am not that old! I'm only 15!" She opened the gift and saw a beautiful figurine of Hogwarts castle, shattered glass was everywhere in the box and water was soaking into the cardboard.
"Thanks, Dean. I'm sure it was even prettier before that big oaf over there broke it," Hermione smiled affectionately over at Dean. After opening all of her presents including a weird looking collection of soaps from Fred and George, she didn't think she would be using these any time soon. She picked up all of the presents and cards she deposited them to her trunks. She got her notebook and pencil (she still preferred these over wizard writing things) she walked down stairs with the cards and sat down in a big, comfy couch. She started with the first card and then the second and so on and so on.
When she had come to the end of the cards she felt like she missed something, she read over the list again. 'Harry.' At that moment Harry came walking down the stairs slowly. When he saw Hermione sitting on the couch biting her pencil thoughtfully, he went down and sat next to her.
'Come on, Harry. You have to ask her. You said this would be her present. Come on you can do it.'
"Oh, hey Harry," Hermione said a grin on her small face. Harry looked at her notebook and noticed that she must have noticed that he had never given her a birthday present. As if reading his mind, "Harry, erm, gosh this is going to sound rude and very conceited, but, you didn't give me a birthday present. Why is that?"
It was now or never.
"You see, I wanted to give you your present when everyone went up stairs," Harry took several deep breaths.
"Why is that?" Hermione said, intrigued.
"Hermione," he said slowly, "will you do the honor of going out with me?"
Hermione smiled brightly, this was by far the best present she had ever gotten, "Of course, Harry."
Harry seemed surprised at the fact that she had just accepted his birthday present. Hermione snuggled closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder; Harry put his arm around her.
"Harry, well, do you still want a thank-you card? I mean, well, this gift is so unusual and well."
Harry thought for a long moment, containing his laughter.
"I know how you can thank me," he said, a slyness in his voice.
"Oh really? How?" Hermione asked, oblivious to the slyness.
"Here. Let me show you," he pulled Hermione up so that she was facing him directly. They stared into each other's eyes, Harry placed his hands on her thin cheeks and brought her head closer to his and brought his head closer to hers. There lips touched gently at first and then the kiss turned gently passionate. The kiss ended, both breathless.
Today was August 19th; they would have gone out for a full year in exactly one month, that is; if Harry survived.
Harry was over at Hermione's house for the summer the summer, when Harry had turned seventeen Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had kicked him out of the house. Ron had been in France visiting Fleur and Bill, they had been going out since Harry was in fourth year and were rumored to be getting engaged soon. Harry sat on Hermione's bed. Hermione snuggled under Harry's crooked arm, her body draped against his muscular chest. They had been watching TV, when Hermione had fallen asleep. She twisted over and was now lying on her stomach against Harry, Harry sighed. He was in love. He had dug a very deep hole, but he had no intentions of getting out.
Harry hugged Hermione lightly and pulled her blanket around her, the blanket was now covering both of them. Harry was flipping through the channels when he saw a movie that looked interesting. It was of two rag dolls walking down a forest singing a song.
'Candy hearts and paper flowers, will always keep me close to you'. .'times get sad when you're not with me'.
Harry laughed at himself, he had just turned seventeen and he was sitting here with the love of his life asleep on him and he was watching Raggedy Anne & Andy. He left it on that channel and slowly fell asleep.
Hermione and Harry slept together entangled in each other's arms. Hermione's head bumping up and down on Harry's chest. Harry's arms around Hermione's waist protectively.
The sun had risen and the yellow bedspread was even yellowier with the sun shining on it. The sun hit Hermione and Harry and nearly instantly they woke up with the sun in their eyes.
"Mmmmmm," Hermione said, snuggling deeper into Harry's embrace.
"Morning, sunshine," Harry mumbled into her thick, curly, honey-brown hair. Harry smiled at her pet name, "What do you want to do today?"
"I don't know, honey, what do you want to do?"
"I'll do anything, as long as it is with you," Harry said, he bent down and kissed Hermione gently on the lips. He felt Hermione smile underneath his lips.
"You suck-up," she said, her lips close enough Harry could feel them against his own.
"I know," Harry said as he pulled Hermione down for another kiss.
After Hermione had gotten out of Harry's grasp and off of her bed she left to her bathroom to get ready for the day. Harry lay there in her bed thinking of Hermione, the love of his life, with her round face, her chocolate eyes and her thick, curly, honey-brown hair, he small hands, her round, oh-so kissable lips.
A half hour later Hermione came out of the bathroom. She had her hair French braided on the sides and pulled to the back of her head, curly hair flowing down her back. She had on a pair of stone wash jeans that fitted her well and a shirt that was long sleeve on the right and a belted sleeve on the left, the white shirt was fitted and the belt buckle was gold. The right sleeve was a belle sleeve widening slightly as it went down. Her jeans had cargo pockets and were in between low rise and high-rise.
"The bathroom's all yours, sweetie," Hermione said as she sat down at her vanity table and got out he make-up. Harry got up and went into her bathroom. When he came out, 20 minutes later Hermione was putting away her tote full of make-up.
Harry was dressed in a Volcum red shirt and baggy khaki shorts that went a little below his knees. Hermione had pastel green on her eyelids and a light, natural blush on her cheeks. She had on a light pink lip-gloss.
"So, what do you want to do?" Harry asked again.
"What do you want to do?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know," Harry said whinely.
"We could go to the boardwalk. There's a cute ice cream parlor down there," Hermione said.
"Sure," Harry said happily. He grabbed in dark jean jacket and grabbed Hermione bleach washed jacket. Hermione grabbed her rimmed polka-dotted hat and Harry's Independent ball cap. Harry helped her put on her jacket and Harry put on his jacket and hat, Hermione put on her hat, grabbed her cell phone and they were off.
"Mama, were going to the boardwalk, I have my cell phone with me. Bye!" Hermione yelled.
"Bye, Hermi," Mrs. Granger called out. Hermione cringed at her baby name. Harry only laughed. Hermione closed the door behind her and they went down the stone walkway, holding hands, Hermione's head on Harry's shoulder. They walked the two miles into town. Hermione slowed down, her feet were hurting.
"Why'd you slow down?" Harry asked her, stopping completely. Hermione smiled at his kindness.
"My feet are beginning to hurt. It's okay," she said starting to continue walking. Harry stopped her and went in front of her.
"Climb on, I'll give you a piggy back ride," he said.
"You sure?" Hermione asked.
"Of course, get on," he said kneeling down so she could get on. Hermione climbed on and held onto his neck. Harry stood up easily and shifted Hermione so she was comfortably sitting on his back. She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes and smiled. Hermione was in love. She had dug a hole and did not want to come back out.
An hour later they were there, at the boardwalk. Hermione stayed on Harry's back and gave him directions to the ice cream parlor. They went into the air-conditioned parlor and ordered one large ice cream sundae; they got to spoons and went to it on the balcony. The balcony was surrounded with fresh green ivy and had a wrought iron fence. Very French countryside. Hermione and Harry dug into the whip cream, when Hermione wasn't looking Harry filled in spoon with whip cream and put it on Hermione's nose.
"Hey," she said in a high pitch yelp. Hermione grabbed her napkin and rubbed her nose with the white paper napkin. Harry smiled at Hermione; her heart melted when she saw his smile and could not be mad at him. When they had finished their sundae they walked out of the parlor and down the boardwalk, the ocean waves lapping loudly underneath them.
"Lets go on one of the rides!" Harry said, excitedly, "How about that big Roller Coaster, over there," Harry pointed to a red and white Roller Coater that dipped dangerously low near the ocean, just low enough that a large wave would mist them to a very wet state.
"I-I-I don't know, Harry. I'm not to fond of Roller Coasters and I don't exactly like the looks of that one," Hermione said, unsure of herself.
"Come on, please," Harry said pleading with her, "I'll hold your hand the whole time," he said, his eyes big and persuasive. "Fine," Hermione finally caved in," but only because I love you." Hermione and Harry stepped into the fairly short line and waited.
"You know I love you more then you love me, Hermione," said jokingly. When they had first been going out and were still in that 'lovebird' stage they had played the 'I-love-you-more' game. Harry still liked to bring it up at times.
When they got on the ride and were harnessed in Hermione was trembling worse then she ever had before. Harry grasped her hand and then, the ride was off. Hermione was screaming louder and higher then Harry knew possible, his hand was slowly losing all flowing blood. When the car slowed down at the top of the hill.
"Harry, I swear, you are going to for this," Hermione half jokingly and half seriously. The car went down and when they were near the ocean a huge wave came and, well, they got pretty wet. When they were off the ride Hermione was trying really hard to not laugh and to try and yell at Harry, but seeing his already messy ebony hair dropping in his face was rather funny.
After that ride they went on some other ones and after Hermione pursuing the subject to an annoying rate they went on the Merry-Go-Round and the Farris Wheel. At the top of the Farris wheel they could see forever, Harry turned toward Hermione, her eyes were looking at the far off horizon. Harry brought her face looking towards his and kissed her deeply on the lips. The sun set and the pretty couple were what Muggles would call a Kodak moment.
Before leaving Harry went into a store and bought something, but he refused to show whatever he bought to Hermione.
Harry and Hermione were walking home, Hermione on Harry's back resting her eyes when she fell asleep.
Hermione and Harry were awaken by two ear splitting screams.
"My parents," Hermione said quickly.
"Voldemort," Harry said at the same time. They both raced down the stairs colliding into each other. They ran into the living room and saw to bodies or corpses. They also saw a hooded figure. His hood low over his forehead, two red, squinted eyes were staring out. Hermione was to frightened to do anything except shiver behind Harry.
"Get out of this home, Riddle," Harry said through gritted teeth.
"Now,now,now Potter," Voldemort said in a sing-song voice, "We don't want to go lose our temper, now, do we? Had nasty problems with that before, haven't we?" Harry was fuming, "Don't get angry, it might hurt someone," he held up his wand and Hermione fell to the ground withering in pain.
A/N: I didn't do much editing, even though I wrote this nearly four years ago and my writing has certainly improved, my dialogue in this story is so cheesy! But, I felt that it would lose something if I rewrote, like correcting grammar in a diary or something. lol
Samantha