Imagine Us

Chapter 12

Harry's POV:
Hermione insisted I stay it's her family for Easter holiday. She wants me to meet them, a lot.
Oh, bloody great. She is the the most beautiful, smart, funny, brave.....Oh you get the point. I couldn't believe I as going I marry her. I don't deserve her, which is a completely true fact. I honestly can't go a minute without thinking about her lately, now that she's mine. It's great to see Hermione really happy and funny lately, she's been very happy since I proposed. I really didn't think I would ever do that. For one thing, I am not really the charmer, and well, not that great at being brave. Being brave in the sense of asking a girl out and talking.

That night, we brought in our haul from Honeydukes. We pretty much bought the entire store. Hermione then slouched onto the common room couch.
"What about we try-"
"Sugar quills!" I said in a mock-Hermione squeal voice.
"Oh shut up," she scowled and punched me playfully in the side.
"Ouch!" I laughed, giving her a fake hurt look.
She rolled her eyes and gave me a dangerous look, laughing while attempting to look serious.
"Why, you're a feisty one!" I joked.
"Why, yes I am..." She came toward me on the couch. Feeling eager for her lips, I grabbed her around the waist one-handedly, and crashed or lips together, in which I felt a fiery sensation spread throughout my body, she is a great kisser. She wrapped her arms around my neck, bringing me in closer, and before I knew it, she was laying under me, and snogging me, we hadn't let go.

I trailed kisses down her neck as she moaned in pleasure, and finally looked at me with a dreamy and drowsy look on her face, as if she had drunken to much Firewhisky.
"Wanna go upstairs so we can er, snog in private?" I asked smiling.
"Merlin yes!" She exclaimed and got up, running upstairs.
I ran into our room behind her, and pinned her to the wall, and whispered,
"I will never let anything happen to you."
"I love you," she smiled and kissed me, again I felt an amazing sensation making me want to melt, but I held on.

We turned that kiss briskly into a hungry snog, I longed for this, I needed this. We were lead to the bed in which we did nothing but snog hungrily, not letting go only if we needed breath. It was peaceful, as Ron had moved out, saying quote and quote,
"I don't want to live here while you guys are, doing things."
He then sniggered hysterically and slammed the door shut behind him, what a prat. Still my best mate. Hermione and I then looked at each other, and heard Ron laughing from outside, which triggered our laughter.

Hermione drowsily put her head on my shoulder and mumbled weakly.
"Night, Harry. I love you." I kissed her forehead and a second later she was snoring.
"Oh praise the snoring, brightest witch of her age." I laughed and put my head next hers, cuddled her closer, and drifted to sleep.

The next morning was the day before me and Hermione left for Easter Holiday into the muggle world. It wasn't the same there, and it never will be. See, Muggles are humans with not even a drop of magical blood in their veins, and I hoped Hermione's parents were better than my aunt and uncle. I was really nervous, but I had a gut feeling that they would like me, and I didn't know why. I just hoped it was real. My eyes fluttered open and I rubbed them groggily. I looked at Hermione, who was still sleeping, and slapped a malicious smile on my face.

"GOOOOOD MOOOORNNNINNNGGGG!!!" I yelled into her ear, and she screeched, and turned with a huge scowl on her face.
"DON'T DO THAT TO ME!" She shrieked and sneered.
"Morning to you too," I laughed. She smiled, started laughing, and kissed me on the cheek.
"Ugh, we have to pack..." Hermione whined.
"Well, get up!" I pulled her out of bed laughing.
I looked at the radio across the room and thought.
"Hey Mione?" She turned to look at me.
"Harry?" She asked concernedly. I walked up to her and grabbed her hand tight.
"May I have this dance?" I laughed and she giggled.
"We have to pa-," I cut her off, because that's the gentleman thing to do.
"Please?"
"Oh, alright," she rolled her eyes but I knew she was smiling.
I ran over to the radio and picked it up, looking through the stations. Finally, I found the song Hermione and I danced to in the tent two years ago.
I put the song a little higher and walked back over to her in her pajamas.
"How were you able to change?" I asked.
"Well, I am a bit sneaky," she stifled a giggle.
"Right," I winked at her and stood in the dancing position.