Author's Note;

So this is just a little one shot I wrote after my first fic was accepted so well. Thank you to all of the people that reviewed “But I Don't Think You're Ugly”!

Keep in mind that Harry is 64 because you won't get a bit if you don't.

Finally sorry for any mistakes, I just wrote then posted so it hasn't been checked by another yet.

Disclaimer; I own nothing except for my imagination!

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It was fifty years ago today, after I had disembarked from the Hogwarts Express, that Hermione ran up to me and kissed me on the cheek. I cannot even begin to describe the thoughts that were running through my head at the time. There were so many questions like, `Why did she do that? Does she like me as more than just a friend? What does she expect me to do now? What if I had turned my head at the last minute to kiss her on the lips? Would she had hexed me and hated me forever? Would we still be friends?'

After that fateful kiss my view of Hermione was completely different. I suppose you could say I saw her in a different light. When I returned to school the next year she was no longer just my bushy-haired, bookworm best-friend, she was a beautiful and intelligent girl who turned me into a pile of goop with just a small smile.

For the next few months my time spent with Hermione was filled with uncomfortable stuttering on my part and amusement at my discomfort on her part. Not that she ever found me in pain amusing, it has always been quite the opposite really, she has always tried to protect me from anything and everything that is potentially harmful. Even a broomstick given to me by my godfather had to be checked before Hermione would allow me to ride it. But of course that's another story.

Now where was I? Oh yes! I remember!

Throughout my fifth year I had never thought to tell her about how I felt, my fear of rejection and hatred was great, as was the thought that our friendship would be thrown away if I said anything.

That was until that one night down in the common room……

“Harry, what's wrong? You've barely spoken to me all week and you never look at me in the eye anymore!” asked Hermione.

When I made no reply Hermione tried again, “Please Harry, tell me! I need to be able to help!”

With still no reply an annoyed Hermione got up and walked to another chair without a word of explanation. I waited in silence hoping with all my might that she should come back so that I could be close to her again. However all thoughts of what I wanted were lost as I heard soft sobbing coming from Hermione's chair. I carefully walked over and put an arm around her shoulders and asked, “Hermione? What's wrong?”

“Oh Harry!” she cried, “I want to help so much but you won't tell me. Why won't you tell me Harry?”

As soon as she said my name like that I was merely putty in her hands, I would do anything she wanted and I did.

I gave in.

I asked her, “Hermione, why did you kiss me that time after school finished?”

She looked at me like I was crazy. I started to wonder if I was.

“Because I love you Harry,” she stated simply as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You l-love me?” I asked, not believing my ears. Then I suddenly realised what she saying. She loved me in the platonic sense. Fixing up my act I said, “I know you do, all three of us love each other.” I was, of course referring to Ron as the third person.

Hermione sighed and gave me one of those looks that said `You're completely missing the point again Harry!'

Seeing this I told her confidently, “We do love each other, don't we?”

I then knew what it was like to be Ron and to be constantly scorned for being daft. It was not a pleasant experience. However the next experience was extremely pleasant.

Hermione leaned forward towards me and briefly brushed her lips over mine. It was a brilliant first kiss but I must say that it wasn't our last. I leaned in wanting more and kissed her feeling as though I was the luckiest guy on the whole damn planet.

When we broke apart, gasping for air, I asked Hermione, “Does this mean we're dating now?”

I received only a disapproving look from Hermione as she stood up to return to her dormitory. Upon reaching the stair she turned around to me and said, “Of course it does Harry you daft git!”

But I was not satisfied. I needed to know more.

I called out to her, “Hermione?”

She turned around, “yes?” was all she said.

“ What if that day that you kissed me after we left the train I had turned my head and kissed you on the lips?” I asked her all in a big rush.

“ Would you have confessed your love for me and started dating me? Or would you have hexed me into the following week?”

“Harry of course I would have confessed my love for you! I have loved you for as long as I can remember knowing you! But there is no point worrying about `what ifs?' when we should be worrying about the future,” she replied.

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“And that's it,” said Harry as he looked down at child watching him eagerly from her spot by his feet. “That's how I fell in love with your grandmother and never has a day passed that I have not loved her since then.”

“Grandpa?” asked the inquisitive little Lily Jane Potter, “What was it like to go to Hogwarts?”

Daniel James Potter knelt down to the little girl and said, “Daughter, I think you have had enough stories for today, maybe next time okay?”

“Okay!” said the small girl as she ran away to play with her playmates, Evanna Luna Weasley and Rupert Ron Weasley.

As Harry stood watching his grandchild play his wife of more years than he could count walked over to him. She too stood for a while watching until she mentioned to Harry, “Have you ever wondered what would have happened if Ron never found love in Luna? We might never be together today if it weren't for them. What if Ron became jealous of the time we spent together? What if….”

She was cut off by her husband's lips and he said softly to her as they pulled apart, “Someone wise once said to me that `there is no point worrying about `what ifs?' when we should be worrying about the future.' She's right.”

The End

A/N; I am so sorry that I can't think of any better names. Anyways I hope you like and please review. Also, constructive criticism is appreciated but flames aren't.