Happy New Year!
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Wheee for themed fic!
Title: Auld Lang Syne
Rating: G
Pairing: H/Hr
Summary: It’s amazing how quickly she was overcome with the sudden urge to kiss Harry Potter. But was it just because she was lonely, or was it because of something more?
A/N: Not betaed yet. This sort of just popped into my head this afternoon after my friends left after my own New Years party. Hope it is to your liking :D
It’s amazing how quickly she was overcome with the sudden urge to kiss Harry Potter.
Hermione Granger couldn’t tell you why. Well, yes, maybe she could. It was New Year’s Eve, and the Weasleys were having their annual New Years party. Every year since Voldemort’s defeat, Harry, Ron, and she had joined the rest of the Weasley clan and a slew of other people at the Burrow for a night of relaxation and stress-free fun. This year, as in every year prior, she’d come alone, content to just be with her friends and know she was in the company of the people that she cared about most when the clock struck midnight.
This year, however, for some strange reason, she was bothered by the fact that she didn’t have anyone to kiss at midnight. Maybe it was because Ron and Luna looked so happy together, standing and talking to Fred and George about Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, and how well the business had taken off in the past few years. Maybe it was the way Charlie kissed Katie Bell’s temple as he passed her by and she laid her hand on her belly to feel her baby kick, making Molly Weasley clap her hands with joy and smile - their first child would be due soon, much to the matron Weasley’s delight.
Maybe it was simply the fact that everyone else around her seemed to have someone to…well, love, and she seemed to be the only one still alone. She was 21, and she’d never been properly kissed at midnight by anyone, really, and as much as it was a stupid tradition - what made kissing at midnight different from kissing at any other time of the bloody year? - it still bothered her.
Maybe that was why when she sat down next to Harry on the couch, her thigh pressed against his and her arm linked through his, she was overcome with the sudden urge to kiss him.
All they were doing was talking, nothing out of the ordinary. He was telling her about his job, about how well the Quidditch season was going, and she was listening with rapt attention. All he’d done was smile at her and put his hand on her knee, and she’d suddenly wanted to lean forward and press her lips to his.
Hermione shook her head quickly and pulled her arm from Harry’s rather quickly. He stared at her for a few moments, trying and failing to read her expression. “Are you alright, Hermione?”
“Yes, I’m… fine. I just need some fresh air, that’s all.”
“Do you want company?”
His face looked so earnest, so unknowing and innocent, that Hermione felt horrible when she said, “No. No I just… need to be alone for a few minutes.”
She may have been imagining things, but for a split second, he almost looked disappointed, but his expression swiftly changed, and he smiled. “Well, don’t go too far. Molly’s already breaking out the champagne, and the twin’s have the fireworks set and ready to go for midnight. Only fifteen minutes until the new year, you know.”
Hermione cracked a smile. “Yes, I know.” She grabbed her coat from the rack near the door and said, “I won’t be long.” She may have been imagining things, but she thought she felt his eyes on her back as she walked out the door.
Hermione stood in the snow outside the Burrow and looked up into the stars, trying to collect her thoughts. Did she have feelings for Harry, or was it just a result of her feelings towards the night, the fact that she was lonely and was looking for someone on this particular holiday that was leading her to suddenly want to kiss Harry?
She’d had this discussion with Ron once, not too long ago, about whether or not she had feelings for Harry. They’d argued for quite some time over it. She said no, that just because they would flirt from time to time and she had a habit of gravitating towards him when they were at parties or in a room together, and that he knew her best and understood her best, and she him - that didn’t mean that she had feelings for him that went beyond friendship. He said yes, and that she needed to admit it to herself, and then do something about it. Coming from Ron, this was quite a profound statement, and maybe she should have listened to him right away.
Maybe she would listen to him now.
The rest of the house began to file outside, and Mrs. Weasley began handing out the glasses of champagne saying, “One more minute, everyone!” The twins grinned and walked to the other end of the yard to set up the yearly fireworks as Katie called after them to be careful. Hermione noticed that Harry walked out the door, scanning the yard for her, and when he finally laid eyes on her, he smiled. Hermione smiled back, then took a few deep breaths for strength, because she would need it for what she was going to do.
Hermione grabbed Harry’s arm, and said, “Come here, I need to tell you something.”
“What, Hermione, I - “
With the chorus of the countdown to the New Year in the background, Hermione pulled Harry to the corner of the yard. He protested the whole way.
“Hermione, what could be so important that it can’t wait until - “
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”
“Happy New Year, Harry,” Hermione said, before leaning up. And she kissed him.
The kiss was awkward, and wasn’t what she expected. She was expecting him to push her away. She was expecting him to make a big deal out of this.
Well, he was shocked, of this she was certain. He didn’t respond at first. He stared at her with wide eyes as she pulled away, smiled, and began to turn and walk back towards the house.
Harry didn’t give her the chance. Instead, he grabbed her arm, and, with the sounds of fireworks ringing in her ears, he kissed her.
This time, she was shocked, but as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and just gave into the feeling of kissing Harry, Hermione realized that it wasn’t just the holiday, or that she was lonely. Ron was right. She had feelings for Harry, and now that she had accepted them and acted on them, she felt freer. Kissing Harry made her feel more alive than she’d ever felt before. Kissing him… it just felt right.
This kiss was definitely less awkward than the first, and she sighed as he pulled back to lean his forehead against hers.
“I’ve been hoping you would do that,” he said with a bit of a smile. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night.”
“Really?” Hermione asked as she wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled up close to him so she could take a peek at the fireworks display. One whizzed over their head playing “Auld Lang Syne.”
“Yeah.” He sighed and kissed her forehead. “I was just worried that maybe it wasn’t you that I wanted. That maybe it was just because I was - “
“Lonely?” she finished for him, and she smiled at the surprised look on his face. “I know exactly what you mean. I’ve been feeling the same way all night. But to be honest, Ron’s been telling me for weeks that I needed to accept that I have feelings for you and to do something about it. Tonight, I guess, it just… seemed appropriate.”
Harry smiled at her. “Well I’m glad you did. But you know what this means don’t you?”
Hermione frowned, and her brow furrowed. What could this possibly mean, besides the obvious - that they’d had feelings for each other and were both too blind to see and admit them to one another. “What? What does this mean?”
Harry laughed a little. “That Ron was right.”
Hermione was going to argue, but then just let out an annoyed breath. “Well… I suppose this isn’t such a horrible thing for him to be right about.”
Harry’s expression was suddenly very affectionate as he looked at her and said, “No. Not a horrible thing to be right about at all.”
They kissed again, before Harry grabbed her hand and the two of them walked off to join the rest of the party in the center of the yard. As they approached, Hermione caught Ron’s eye. Ron took one look at the two of them and simply smiled smugly. Hermione knew exactly what he was thinking - that in the end, he was right and she was wrong, and she had to admit it - and chose not to indulge him anymore than was necessary. When Harry put his arm around her shoulders, she tried to keep up appearances and look annoyed.
But as she and Harry watched the continuing fireworks, Harry’s arms tightly around her, Hermione couldn’t help but smile.
*End*
Wheee for themed fic!
Title: Auld Lang Syne
Rating: G
Pairing: H/Hr
Summary: It’s amazing how quickly she was overcome with the sudden urge to kiss Harry Potter. But was it just because she was lonely, or was it because of something more?
A/N: Not betaed yet. This sort of just popped into my head this afternoon after my friends left after my own New Years party. Hope it is to your liking :D
It’s amazing how quickly she was overcome with the sudden urge to kiss Harry Potter.
Hermione Granger couldn’t tell you why. Well, yes, maybe she could. It was New Year’s Eve, and the Weasleys were having their annual New Years party. Every year since Voldemort’s defeat, Harry, Ron, and she had joined the rest of the Weasley clan and a slew of other people at the Burrow for a night of relaxation and stress-free fun. This year, as in every year prior, she’d come alone, content to just be with her friends and know she was in the company of the people that she cared about most when the clock struck midnight.
This year, however, for some strange reason, she was bothered by the fact that she didn’t have anyone to kiss at midnight. Maybe it was because Ron and Luna looked so happy together, standing and talking to Fred and George about Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, and how well the business had taken off in the past few years. Maybe it was the way Charlie kissed Katie Bell’s temple as he passed her by and she laid her hand on her belly to feel her baby kick, making Molly Weasley clap her hands with joy and smile - their first child would be due soon, much to the matron Weasley’s delight.
Maybe it was simply the fact that everyone else around her seemed to have someone to…well, love, and she seemed to be the only one still alone. She was 21, and she’d never been properly kissed at midnight by anyone, really, and as much as it was a stupid tradition - what made kissing at midnight different from kissing at any other time of the bloody year? - it still bothered her.
Maybe that was why when she sat down next to Harry on the couch, her thigh pressed against his and her arm linked through his, she was overcome with the sudden urge to kiss him.
All they were doing was talking, nothing out of the ordinary. He was telling her about his job, about how well the Quidditch season was going, and she was listening with rapt attention. All he’d done was smile at her and put his hand on her knee, and she’d suddenly wanted to lean forward and press her lips to his.
Hermione shook her head quickly and pulled her arm from Harry’s rather quickly. He stared at her for a few moments, trying and failing to read her expression. “Are you alright, Hermione?”
“Yes, I’m… fine. I just need some fresh air, that’s all.”
“Do you want company?”
His face looked so earnest, so unknowing and innocent, that Hermione felt horrible when she said, “No. No I just… need to be alone for a few minutes.”
She may have been imagining things, but for a split second, he almost looked disappointed, but his expression swiftly changed, and he smiled. “Well, don’t go too far. Molly’s already breaking out the champagne, and the twin’s have the fireworks set and ready to go for midnight. Only fifteen minutes until the new year, you know.”
Hermione cracked a smile. “Yes, I know.” She grabbed her coat from the rack near the door and said, “I won’t be long.” She may have been imagining things, but she thought she felt his eyes on her back as she walked out the door.
Hermione stood in the snow outside the Burrow and looked up into the stars, trying to collect her thoughts. Did she have feelings for Harry, or was it just a result of her feelings towards the night, the fact that she was lonely and was looking for someone on this particular holiday that was leading her to suddenly want to kiss Harry?
She’d had this discussion with Ron once, not too long ago, about whether or not she had feelings for Harry. They’d argued for quite some time over it. She said no, that just because they would flirt from time to time and she had a habit of gravitating towards him when they were at parties or in a room together, and that he knew her best and understood her best, and she him - that didn’t mean that she had feelings for him that went beyond friendship. He said yes, and that she needed to admit it to herself, and then do something about it. Coming from Ron, this was quite a profound statement, and maybe she should have listened to him right away.
Maybe she would listen to him now.
The rest of the house began to file outside, and Mrs. Weasley began handing out the glasses of champagne saying, “One more minute, everyone!” The twins grinned and walked to the other end of the yard to set up the yearly fireworks as Katie called after them to be careful. Hermione noticed that Harry walked out the door, scanning the yard for her, and when he finally laid eyes on her, he smiled. Hermione smiled back, then took a few deep breaths for strength, because she would need it for what she was going to do.
Hermione grabbed Harry’s arm, and said, “Come here, I need to tell you something.”
“What, Hermione, I - “
With the chorus of the countdown to the New Year in the background, Hermione pulled Harry to the corner of the yard. He protested the whole way.
“Hermione, what could be so important that it can’t wait until - “
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”
“Happy New Year, Harry,” Hermione said, before leaning up. And she kissed him.
The kiss was awkward, and wasn’t what she expected. She was expecting him to push her away. She was expecting him to make a big deal out of this.
Well, he was shocked, of this she was certain. He didn’t respond at first. He stared at her with wide eyes as she pulled away, smiled, and began to turn and walk back towards the house.
Harry didn’t give her the chance. Instead, he grabbed her arm, and, with the sounds of fireworks ringing in her ears, he kissed her.
This time, she was shocked, but as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and just gave into the feeling of kissing Harry, Hermione realized that it wasn’t just the holiday, or that she was lonely. Ron was right. She had feelings for Harry, and now that she had accepted them and acted on them, she felt freer. Kissing Harry made her feel more alive than she’d ever felt before. Kissing him… it just felt right.
This kiss was definitely less awkward than the first, and she sighed as he pulled back to lean his forehead against hers.
“I’ve been hoping you would do that,” he said with a bit of a smile. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night.”
“Really?” Hermione asked as she wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled up close to him so she could take a peek at the fireworks display. One whizzed over their head playing “Auld Lang Syne.”
“Yeah.” He sighed and kissed her forehead. “I was just worried that maybe it wasn’t you that I wanted. That maybe it was just because I was - “
“Lonely?” she finished for him, and she smiled at the surprised look on his face. “I know exactly what you mean. I’ve been feeling the same way all night. But to be honest, Ron’s been telling me for weeks that I needed to accept that I have feelings for you and to do something about it. Tonight, I guess, it just… seemed appropriate.”
Harry smiled at her. “Well I’m glad you did. But you know what this means don’t you?”
Hermione frowned, and her brow furrowed. What could this possibly mean, besides the obvious - that they’d had feelings for each other and were both too blind to see and admit them to one another. “What? What does this mean?”
Harry laughed a little. “That Ron was right.”
Hermione was going to argue, but then just let out an annoyed breath. “Well… I suppose this isn’t such a horrible thing for him to be right about.”
Harry’s expression was suddenly very affectionate as he looked at her and said, “No. Not a horrible thing to be right about at all.”
They kissed again, before Harry grabbed her hand and the two of them walked off to join the rest of the party in the center of the yard. As they approached, Hermione caught Ron’s eye. Ron took one look at the two of them and simply smiled smugly. Hermione knew exactly what he was thinking - that in the end, he was right and she was wrong, and she had to admit it - and chose not to indulge him anymore than was necessary. When Harry put his arm around her shoulders, she tried to keep up appearances and look annoyed.
But as she and Harry watched the continuing fireworks, Harry’s arms tightly around her, Hermione couldn’t help but smile.
*End*