Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, “The Way You Love Me” belongs to Boyzone, no infringement intended… honestly people, this is all in good fun…

Oh, warning, this is a songfic and a highly fluffy one at that!! Enjoy!!

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I like the feel of your name on my lips

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Hermione. Hermione. He loved the way it felt when he said it, the way it seemed to roll off his tongue like a soft wave and caress his lips lightly, making him smile. Hermione. Like honey. It was suddenly the sweetest name he had ever heard. Hermione. It was the feminine form of the Greek “Hermes”, the messenger of the gods. How he knew that he didn't know. All he knew was that it was the sweetest name in the entire world. The sweetest name for the sweetest girl… no, woman. She was definitely not just a girl anymore, not since the final battle. She had really filled out in all the right places too, like her- `Wait, what am I thinking? She's my friend, my best friend, that's all, no more…'

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I like sound of your sweet gentle kiss

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He made a cute little noise when he kissed, a sort of “tchwhu” that only he could make. She wondered if he knew that. That his kisses were soft and warm and a little damp, that the genuineness and honesty in the way he pressed his slightly parted lips against her skin unnerved her more than he could possibly imagine. That lately, ever since he had loosened up a little and started returning her wild hugs with a tender kiss on her cheek or the top of her head, the sweetness of his gentle return of affection left her warm and tingling deep down somewhere no one ever reached… not that she would ever tell him that, of course. They were just friends, best friends… `It's just a passing phase…'

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The way that your fingers run through my hair

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It felt so good when she touched him. Like when she played with his hair. First, she would ruffle it, teasing him over some joke or other, and then slowly run her hand through it again and again, twirling locks of it between her fingers, combing it one way then the other trying to tame it while she bantered with him, lightly massaging his scalp. It gave him a delicious shiver down his spine, and the longer she did it the more knotted up his stomach became. He wondered sometimes how he could actually keep up with the banter. That didn't necessarily mean anything, of course, surely… lots of things got him knotted up these days, like… like… uh… well…

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The way your scent lingers even when you're not there

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She couldn't put her finger down on what exactly it was. It was so many different things - broomstick polish, leather, something woodsy like pine, fresh earth, newly cut grass, soap, and a tangy ocean breeze all thrown in and tossed about like a salad of fragrances that was uniquely him. It drove her crazy when she tried to relax by sitting in her favourite armchair (which was coincidentally his favourite too) and smelled him on it from hours before. She could practically pinpoint his location in the large house they shared with Ron and Luna with his scent, and felt strangely lonely without it although her sensitivity to it got her all tensed up sometimes. `I should not be smelling him everywhere… oh for Merlin's sake, there it is again…'

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Hehehe, evil me, leaving you lot hanging… I usually do one-shots, thought I'd give this a try! Reviews = oxygen, or in my case more importantly, food (am on nasty diet, long story)! Pleeeaase!! Mmmwahs!!