It's always been you

The Weasleys.

Plop.

It may seem like an innocent sound, a sound with nothing good or bad about it. A sound that signified peace within the world. Maybe a frog had jumped into the cool, calm confines of the water. Maybe a raindrop had just came into contact with a puddle after descending from the clouds.

But this was no ordinary sound. That sound signified the sudden arrival of a young boy with glasses, along with a red scar on his forehead shaped like a lightning bolt, along with jet black hair, which was flying all over the place, despite there being no wind at the moment.

This boy was Harry Potter.

He trudged through the swampy grassland towards the one house in view- The Burrow.

He looked up at a light in the highest window, and saw the silhouette of a girl with a large cloak of bushy hair petting a cat.

Hermione.

Harry had been waiting for 8 days to see his beautiful girlfriend. She never thought of herself that way, neither did anyone else. But to Harry she was completely stunning. Not because of her looks, because of her personality. She was downright loyal, one of the most kind girls Harry has ever met, despite what she has been through. She was also always a giant help for Harry, which Harry appreciated more than words could say. Without Hermione, Harry would most certainly be dead.

Harry knocked on the wooden door, and, almost instantly, the door burst open and Harry was pulled into a motherly hug by Mrs Weasley.

"Oh, Harry, I'm so glad you're here! But why didn't you tell us you were coming?" She asked with a knowing smile. Harry had completely forgotten to tell her.
"I- I didn't know- Dumbledore-" was all Harry could get out before Mrs Weasley interrupted.
"Oooh, that man..." Mrs Weasley said cheerfully. "Well, you best get some food down you, then it's off to bed, young man." She ordered. She knew the real reason for Harry's arrival, and it involved a certain bookworm.

Harry had not realised how hungry he was. After he had wolfed down the contents of his plate, he rested on the couch, before feeling a slight weight impact his lap. Looking down, he noticed that it was Crookshanks, who had started purring.

"So Hermione's here?" Harry asked happily, already knowing the answer. Crookshanks gave an indignant meow.
"Yes, yes, I'm glad you're here too, you little shoebrush." Harry grinned, while Crookshanks resumed his purring.

"Yes, she arrived not long before you did, about 8 days ago, I'd wager." Mrs Weasley chimed joyously. The thought of having all of her children inside the house at once made her feel warm inside. "Now off to bed with you, you might as well continue growing if you've already started, I swear to Merlin, it's like you and Ron have got Stretching Jinxes put on you for the summer." She added, gesturing to the stairs. Harry nodded.

"Night, Mrs Weasley"
"Harry, how long have I said this, it's Molly." She said, smiling at him. Harry smiled back.
"Night Molly." He muttered, embarrassed.
"Goodnight Harry." She replied.

Harry resisted the urge to barge into Hermione's room, and instead climbed into his bed, closing his eyes and dreaming of Hermione.

~oOoOo~

"We didn't know you were here already!" A booming voice sounded in Harry's ear, waking him up. Harry groaned. He felt the weight of a small train slam into him, forcing him to open his eyes. He wrapped his arms around the bushy package and squeezed hard, making Hermione gasp, but squeeze back just as hard.

They stayed like that for a few seconds, before Ron coughed. Hermione ignored Harry's half-assed attempt to get away, not letting him escape her arms. Harry grinned and squeezed harder, before Ron coughed extremely violently, making Hermione jump. Harry pulled her back into his arms and kissed her cheek, a wide smile on his face. Hermione squeaked and kissed him softly, while snaking her arms around his neck. Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and gently caressed her curves, making her accidentally moan.