Disclaimer: I own nothing Harry Potter. All characters, names, places, etc belong to J.K. Rowling and her amazing universe.

Author's Note: *SQUEEEEEE* I've been wanting to write Harmony stuff for the longest time! This will be a collection of drabbles/oneshots of their relationship. There will be one or two chapters that "shift" the focus onto Ron, but overall, the focus is on Harry and Hermione and an universe where they get together early on in the series...

EDIT: Oh my gosh, you guys, thank you all for your support! ^_^ I plan to keep this continuous for as long as I can. So join me and enjoy indulging in some Harmony fluffy goodness...

Words: 437

Rated: K

Thank You Gone Right

Harry didn't intend on dating anyone while he was busy trying to survive the Triwizard Tournament. The thought simply never really crossed his mind. For a short while, he harbored a crush on Cho Chang, but lost interest (or rather, simply forgot) when the first task began looming overhead. It's hard to imagine kissing or holding hands with anyone when all the mind is fixated on is the very high possibility of being burned alive by a terrifying dragon.

Hermione was his saving grace during those terrifying few days before he faced the dragons. She practiced with him day in and day out on the Summoning Charm, with the crazy hope Harry could save himself by harnessing his greatest strength: flying. After all, the Firebolt was the fastest broom in the world. Once in flight, Harry's confidence always soared as well.

Perhaps that was why he did it. Perhaps all those hours of practicing till he mastered the spell, perhaps the horrible anticipation of facing the worst of the dragons (and last, because Harry has the worst luck ever), perhaps the rekindling of his friendship with Ron, and even coming tied first with Viktor Krum, all added to his euphoria that lead to a crazy choice.

He kissed Hermione.

It was later in the evening, after the wildly loud celebration that the Gryffindors put together in the common room, after everything calmed down and even Ron said goodnight. It was just Harry and Hermione sitting by the fireplace, exhausted, and relieved. They chatted about something superfluous, and Harry was suddenly filled with an unexpected urge to thank Hermione, properly. He had no idea what drove him to it, but he suddenly stood up, walked over to Hermione in her armchair, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her.

It was sweet, almost chaste, but strangely heated. He found himself wanting to kiss her more and more, and maybe even do something risky, like add tongue. But something in him made him stop before he could let this wild thought take over. When they parted lips, Harry noticed for the first time how brightly Hermione's brown eyes shone in the firelight.

"Harry...?" Hermione's voice was soft, nearly a whisper, as she raised trembling fingers to his cheek. Suddenly, Harry blushed bright red, and stumbled away.

"S-s-sorry, Hermione, I don't... I don't what came over me, I just - you looked - I felt -"

Hermione said nothing, only stood up and threw her arms around him and kissed him fervently back. Time stood still, and Harry wrapped his arms about her waist, losing himself into her kiss.

AN: I STILL THINK THIS HAPPENED AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE.