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No Regrets - The Rantings of a Red Sox Fan
Warning: May Contain Whining About Losing Streaks
No Regrets

This time you guys get one of my (in)famous Harry Potter fanfics. This one has been stewing in my head for AGES now, not really forming into anything no matter how hard I tried. So I just sort of left it alone and figured that when the time was right, it would finally come to me. And it did.  I hope you all like it!

And for those that want to know, it was inspired by the song "You Look Good In My Shirt" by Keith Urban.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters. They all belong to J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros, Scolastic Books, and Bloomsberry. I just borrow them for a while! Hehe


No Regrets

Small, warm hands suddenly slipped over his eyes, obscuring his vision.

A smile instantly lighted his face as voice whispered playfully in his ear, the warm breath tickling his skin.

"Guess who?" they whispered, a smile in their voice.

Harry pretended to really think about it for a few minutes, as if the identity of this person was a real mystery.

"Ron?" he asked, trying to inject obvious confusion into his voice.

A small giggled escaped his attacker before they said, "Nope, try again."

"Draco Malfoy?" This time he really had to work a bit to keep his voice steady as the laughter was threatening to bubble to the surface.

A brief, annoyed, "Honestly,": answered this query before the voice whispered, "Wrong gender Potter."

This time Harry almost lost control and started laughing, but he just managed to reign it in. Just.

"Okay, sorry," he said, not really meaning it before making his next "guess". "Ginny?"

"No!" This time the voice was sounding just a touch annoyed more than before and Harry figured this was his cue to finally make the correct "guess."

"Hermione?" he whispered, all traces of laughter gone from his voice as he spoke her name.

"Finally," she muttered, lifting her hands from his eyes as he turned to face her, still within the circle of her arms.

"Hello," he whispered, kissing her nose tenderly.

"Hi," she whispered back, laying her head on his shoulder.

For a few moments there was only silence between the two old friends.

"Harry?" Hermione asked quietly.


"I'm glad it happened," she answered him honestly.

The smile that broke across Harry's face couldn't have been brighter as he reflected on her words.

After a long song and dance around their feelings, they had finally come to any agreement to give whatever was between them a try.

Though it was too early to know for sure if it would work out, Harry was glad they had decided to give it a go. He knew in his heart that he loved this woman. And that as they spent more time together as couple that love would only grow stronger.

"I'm glad too," Harry told her, kissing her forehead.

As he pulled back to look into her face, Harry noticed what Hermione was wearing and smiled.

"What? Is it my hair? Is it really that bad?" Hermione asked, living a hand self consciously to her bushy locks, trying to smooth them down.

Harry laughed at this before answering, "No not at all. In fact I love your hair. No it's just that a noticed that you were wearing one of my shirts. That's all."

"Oh, well, it was the closet thing to me when I was looking for clothes you see, and well I didn't think you'd mind. It's just that well, I didn't want to come out here naked in case you know ..." she trailed off here not knowing what to say.

"Not knowing if I'd regret what we did? No way Hermione. I'll never regret that for the rest of my life. Never. And don't worry I don't mind that you put my shirt on. You look way better in it than me anyway."


"Really," he affirmed, kissing her temple.

"Oh, Harry."

Their lips met in a brief kiss before they parted and Harry said, "Now, how about breakfast?"


The End

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