i'm here for you - harmione

"Why are you sorry? It's not your fault."

-Locker Room-

The Quidditch tryouts were over and the team was just about done in the locker room when Harry had a visitor.

Harry turned around from his locker to find Hermione walking towards him. She looked so beautiful. She was wearing a plaid skirt, a tighter and shorted one than their uniform skirts, a cropped tank top that had showed her cleavage, not that Harry cared about that, and a pair of sneakers.

She started to run when she saw Harry, and Harry kept open arms for her.

Hermione jumped into Harrys arms, her legs wrapping around his waist, and her arms around his neck.

Harry buried his face into her neck.

They stood like this for a while until someone coughed in the background.

"A hem." Ron echoed through the locker room. They hadn't told him, it'd been a month and they hadn't told him.

Hermione quickly hopped down from Harry and turned to Ron.

"Hello Ronald." She said.

"Honestly you two!" Ron exclaimed before walking out of the room with a confused expression on his face.

The rest of the team, one seventh year (Katie Bell) and a bunch of fourth and third years turned to look at the two.

"Uh, practice dismissed!" Harry said.

They slowly trickled out of the locker room, leaving the two to themselves.

Immediately Harrys hands found Hermiones waist and pulled her hips to his and pressed his lips to hers, whilst backing her into the wall behind them.

Their kiss started out sweet, not like the little pecks they stole between classes, but a real kiss. Well, more like make-out session.

"God Harry..." Hermione whispered as Harrys began to kiss her neck, which he knew by now she liked.

Harry smiled and removed his lips from her neck, looking at Hermione with his bright green eyes.

"Harry, I swear I might scream if you don't stop right now." Hermione sadly mumbled.

Harry didn't want to stop, but he did. Instead pulling Hermione onto the bench with him.

They both sat in a comfortable silence, to quiet, because they heard two all to familiar voices in the hall.

"Where is she?"

"I dunno."

"Crabbe that was your one job!"

"I think she's in here!"

The door to the locker room swung open revealing Hermiones two least favorite people.

"There she is!" Goyle exclaimed.

Harry clutched his girlfriend tight in his arms. "Sorry fellas, but I think you're too late. Go back to hell."

But they only laughed.

"God Potter you're so daft. We take what we want." Goyle bellowed.

Harry had had enough, he whipped out his wand and fired a spell at both.

"Sectumsempra!" Harry exclaimed.

Both boys fell to the ground, covered in various scars and cuts.

Hermione buried her face further into Harrys chest.

Harry looked down at Hermione and whispered: