A/N: Well, you've guessed it. While I was sitting at my desk thinking about a possible title for this, I thought of one of my favorite Yellowcard songs “Believe”. I hope you enjoy it. Please read and review!

*~Believe~*

Think about the love inside the strength of heart
Think about the heroes saving life in the dark
Climbing higher through the fire, time was running out
Never knowing you weren't going to be coming down alive
But you still came back for me
You were strong and you believed

Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Be strong. Believe.
Be strong. Believe.

*~*~*

Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room, late one night after everyone else had gone to bed. Ron looked at Harry, who was staring at the dying flames in the fireplace, and then looked to Hermione who was staring at Harry. He felt so bad for the two of them. Harry had lost his godfather at the end of last term, and Hermione…well Hermione was in love with Harry.

Instead of loathing Harry, Ron realized that he would never love Hermione the way Harry could. The way Harry does, rather. Of course, Harry had never mentioned his feelings to anyone, but little did he know that nearly the whole school was placing bets on the day that the two would finally confess their feelings to each other. Hell, even Draco Malfoy, who was now dating Ginny Weasley, had bet twenty Galleons for January the eighth.

Hermione's case was slightly different than Harry's. One day, before Harry had arrived at the Burrow, she told Ron everything. He was glad for his two friends, but all at the same time, he was so sad for them.

`Ron, Hermione, I think that it's time for me to tell you about the Prophecy,' Harry said, looking up at long last. Ron and Hermione both nodded.

`So, at the end of last year, when I got back to Hogwarts after Si - After what happened in the Department of Mysteries, Dumbledore told me all about the Prophecy,” Harry continued. He spent the next quarter of an hour telling what had been embedded in his mind since last June.

When he finished, the trio sat in silence for a few moments. Finally, Hermione got up and walked over to where Harry was sitting. She sat on his lap and buried her face in the crook of his neck, while wrapping her arms around him.

As if on queue, Ron got up and made his way towards the boy's dorm.

Hermione lifted her head and looked into Harry's emerald pools. Harry swallowed hard. Slowly, they inched closer to one another. After what seemed like an eternity, their lips met. As the kiss deepened, Harry and Hermione pulled each other as close as possible. All too soon though, the kiss ended. Hermione rested her forehead against Harry's.

`I love you, Hermione,' Harry said. Hermione smiled.

`I love you too, Harry.'

`You know, that I might become a murderer…if I fulfill my destiny.'

`Harry, the prophecy said that you have a power that Voldemort knows not. I think that you're going to have to use that power against him. I doubt that you would have to use the Avada Kedavra Curse on him,' Hermione reassured.

`If I even get a chance. I'm really scared Hermione. I might not come out alive…I might not make it back to you.'

`Harry, I have complete faith in you. All you have to do is be strong, and believe. In the end, everything will be all right,' Hermione smiled slightly.

`I hope you're right, 'Mione, I really do,' Harry said before he pulled his arms tighter around her. The new couple sat in silence wrapped up in each other's arms for hours until they finally fell asleep.

Ron crept down the stairs to see what was going on. He smiled when he saw his two best friends sleeping peacefully. As he made his way back to bed, he suddenly remembered the date. Wicked! It's January the fifth! Malfoy owes me twenty Galleons!