Only you

IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN YOU

Hermione had rushed into Harry's office, because when Ron told her what had happened and that he was back in his office, she didn't think twice and bolted.

Walking into the office, Harry had his back to his desk, until he heard the door open and he turned to see his best friend, a look of both anger and concern on his face, causing him to bring his hands up to his face, feeling embarrassed, because he also knew that he was about to receive a reprimand.

"Harry James Potter! You are a great idiot!" she claimed, while sobbing she approached him and began to hit him with her little fists.

"Hermione! What? How? Who? Harry exclaimed," already knowing the answer and intimidated by his friend's reaction.

"Ron... I ran into him, he told me you were attacked, why didn't you send a patronus?" Hermione said looking at him with a mixture of fury and concern.

''I knew it, Ron opened his mouth'' Harry thought, a little annoyed, he'd see how to claim him later.

"Hey... Hermione, I'm fine," the green-eyed man said trying to calm her down.

"God! I was worried, I thought you were seriously injured" The chestnut tree finished sobbing, while checking it from top to bottom for serious injuries, but only managed to see a few scratches, making sure it was fine.

They hugged for a long moment, in which neither knew how much time passed.

Harry had returned her hug. He felt several seconds pass, although he wasn't really aware of how long that hug lasted, what he did know was that he had always liked Hermione's hugs. They made him feel wanted, loved.

They parted slowly, until they were face to face and staring into each other's eyes for a few seconds that seemed like hours, in which Harry could detect a gleam in Hermione's honey eyes.

The brunette, unable to avoid the impulse that her concern caused her, took his face with both hands and kissed him on the lips.

Seconds after Harry saw the sparkle in her eyes, he felt the brunette's hands caress his face and then felt her lips on his. He had been caught off guard, his eyes widened in surprise, but when he felt her warm lips he closed his eyes and began to kiss back. He took her by the waist, feeling how she wrapped her arms around his neck and then slid her fingers through his unruly black hair.

It didn't take long, when both of them ran through their whole body, a wave of electricity, which made their hearts accelerate and beat to the beat of the other, frantically.

The soft kiss quickly turned into a kiss full of passion, becoming more and more demanding and dragging on every second, leading Harry to have some kind of flashbacks in his head.

"Boiled snails! You are Harry Potter! I have read a lot about you.

A small girl with messy brown hair snuck into his head, coming out of the shadow of his memories.

Her little red cheeks. Her big, tender brown eyes. Her sharp voice...

The eleven-year-old Hermione was standing in front of him again...

But for some reason, it was changing very fast.

At first it was hard for him to understand that he was watching her grow up at an alarming rate...

She saw how those traits that characterized her were still there, but her voice became more mature...

"Harry! It's so good to see you again!" a twelve-year-old Hermione was standing in front of him, about to start their second year at school, although at that moment, they were both in Diagon Alley.