SERENDIPITY | harmione

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

• and as the earth runs to the ground, oh girl, it's you that i lie with •

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The words 'I love you' meant many things; something you'd say to a lover, or even possibly, a friend. But to Harry, 'I love you' meant something much more; it meant Hermione.

After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth, swallowing as he blinked back his nerves. "I-I love you, I really do."

Hermione remained silent, her heart racing within her chest. The feeling was so surreal that for a moment, the brunette didn't know if she had dreamt up the whole thing. Harry's face fell, his eyes scanning her for some reaction; there was none.

"Say something..." He exhaled, his fist clenching out of nervousness. Had he just ruined everything? What if she wasn't ready?

She blinked, snapping out of her daze, a lovely smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Hermione reached her hands out to his cheeks, her cold hands colliding with his flustered face. Gingerly, she connected their lips. The kiss was slow at first, full of love and compassion.

Harry grinned against her lips, his hands tracing down to her waist, pulling her body closer to his. Hermione could feel his fingertips brush against the hem of her shirt, flooding her face with color. Overtime the kiss became more intense, as the curly-headed girl buried her hands profusely in his wild locks, pulling his head closer to hers.

Harry felt dizzy; did this mean she loved him? Thoughts of Hermione raced through his head, but they quickly vanished, as he felt an absence on his lips. The raven-haired boy frowned; he wanted more.

His hands— still wrapped around the brunette's waist— pulled himself closer to her. Without thinking, Harry began planting a myriad of kisses along her neck, stopping every few to mutter a faint 'I love you.' He had no idea where he had found this courage— and frankly, he didn't want to know.

Hermione hummed in satisfaction, the sound of her airy voice sending shivers to the surface of Harry's skin. He continued kissing her neck, her skin reddening in each place his lips had touched.

"H-Harry..." Hermione faintly breathed out, causing the boy to stop, looking up at her.

His face paled in fear; he'd gone too far. Harry normally would've checked with her at first, but truthfully, he had forgotten too.

"I'm sorry—" he swiftly said, resting his hand against her thigh. "I don't know what happened...one moment you're kissing me and I lost control— I'm so sorry."

"Shh..." Hermione muttered, breaking out in laughter. "I'm not mad at you idiot."

Harry's face turned bright pink upon hearing this. "Oh!"

Still laughing, she ran a hand through his hair— this time, her touch was much gentler. "I love you too."

"You do?" Harry asked, his face brightening as he beamed at her.

"Yes, silly! I have for a while..." She quietly giggled, shaking her head slightly; almost like she was poking fun at him for just now realizing.

At the moment, Harry didn't care about anything else, besides her; It was always her. He pulled her in for another kiss, his hands plastered against her cheeks. His thumbs began rubbing small, enclosed circles against her neck, their lips still eagerly connected.