Storyline: A h/hr songfic. Hermione's POV. Hermione is looking back on something Harry said in the 5^th year and realizing that he really meant it.

A/N: This is my first fic I have ever written so please be kind. It's currently unbetad because my two wonderful betas are busy at the moment. So all mistakes are my own and I have now idea whether it is flowing correctly or whatever but what the hell!

Disclaimer: If I had millions of dollars I would not be sitting here typing up some second rate fanfic. Oh and the song belongs to whoever it was who wrote it and sang it. It's called `You are so beautiful' I think.

Dear Diary,

I can't believe he did it again! Made me feel like I was the most special girl in the world and then cut me down again without even knowing that he did it.

But I don't think you're ugly.

I just laughed at him as he looked so confused, not realising that it was only for Cho's benefit. Cho was a jealous person who needed to secure Harry's affections and she thought Harry fancied me.

If only that were true.

When he said he didn't think I was ugly I thought maybe he did like me as more than just a friend but his next sentence broke my heart.

Well, wouldn't it have been easier if she'd just asked me whether I liked her better than you? Then I could've just told her I fancy her…

I am trying not to take it too seriously - Harry is a 15 year old boy who has known me for the past five years and he has fallen in love with the first pretty girl he has seen. Since Harry is “The Boy Who Lived” any girl would like to go out with him to get his fame. Why doesn't Harry realize Cho doesn't really like him? I mean she is asking him questions about her dead boyfriend! It's obvious she doesn't really care about him! I care about Harry! So why isn't it me with him?

A deeply distressed, Hermione

As I read back on entries in my diary from years ago I realise that my love for Harry was and still is so strong that I would and will do anything and surrender my happiness for his. I never said a word when Harry was dating Cho. I knew she was wrong for him but Harry was happy so, so was I.

I was always there to comfort him whenever something was wrong whatever it was, even girl problems.

“Good morning Mrs Hermione Potter” said my husband of three years, Harry as he walked into our room holding two mugs of steaming hot coffee. “What cha doing?” he asked me as he put both mugs on the dressing table next to our bed.

“Oh, just thinking about things.” I replied hoping that he wouldn't ask any further questions. However he did, as I knew he would, and I was in a sticky situation.

“What kind of things?” he asked curiously. I knew he would try to get it out of me if it was the last thing he did so I thought it would be better to stay rather general until I could think of something else to say.

“Just thinking about when we all went to school together and the fun we had,” I said but unfortunately I had underestimated Harry's ability to read me like a book.

“That's not what you're thinking about.” he said accusingly. “Tell me what you're really thinking about.” He was moving closer to me. I hate it when he does that. He knows it makes me feel a little weak in the knees. But I gave in.

“I was just reading my diary, the one I kept during Hogwarts,” I said, feeling defeated. “I didn't know you kept a diary. Can I read it?” he asked all of a sudden very excited in the book I was holding in my hands.

“No, you can't read it Harry!” I yelled as I pulled it close to me in an attempt to stop him from getting at it, “It was only intended for my eyes so I am the only one who is going to read it!” And with that I hopped out of bed, locked my diary and put it away and walked over to our bathroom to have a nice, cool, refreshing shower so I could forget all about that conversation.

When I emerged half an hour later I had forgotten all about my diary. But he hadn't.

I gave a shriek of surprise and annoyance when I saw Harry sitting on our bed looking thoughtfully at my diary!

“Harry you didn't dare read my diary, did you?!?!?” I don't remember ever being as mad as I was at that moment. That was my private diary! Doesn't he know `confidential' is code language for `Not for Harry's eyes to see?' Apparently not. I love my husband and I trust him, but there are some things he doesn't need to know.

“But I don't think you're ugly.” Was all he said when he saw me.

That sentence again!

“Hermione I meant it that day when I said that you weren't ugly. What I didn't mean was when I said that I liked Cho better than you. You know I love you. I always have.”

“I know that Harry. I didn't say I was thinking about Cho still. I just said I was reading my diary. Anyways you know you don't have to say I'm pretty. I'm not and I know it, so you don't have to say it.” I was still annoyed at him for reading my diary but glad he hadn't commented on any of my other entries.

He didn't answer but instead pulled me onto the bed so that he could whisper in my ear.

You are so beautiful, to me

you are so beautiful, to me

can't you see

you're everything I hope for

you're everything I need,

you are so beautiful to me.

As he sang I think I started to cry. But my tears were of joy, not sorrow as I was so glad to have such a wonderful and loving husband.

Because the words I sung back to him were;

you are so wonderful, to me yea

you are so wonderful to me

can't you see

you're everything I hope for

you're everything I need yea

you are so wonderful baby, baby to me.

A/N: I hope that was okay. It actually originally started off with the words `but I don't think you're ugly' and then morphed into something completely different. It was sort of strange for my first attempt.

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