“I’ll miss you,” Harry said as he stared down at his best friend. Hermione sighed.

“I’ll miss you too, Harry,” she said. “I really do wish you could come home with me.” Harry smiled sadly.

“Me too,” he said. The two of them looked in the direction of her parents, who were waiting by their car.

“Don’t let the Dursley’s bother you, okay?” Hermione said. Harry smiled.

“Yeah,” he replied. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she did the same.

“I’ll see you at the end of break,” Harry said softly. He leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Hermione let one of her hands rest on his cheek. Smiling, Harry turned his face and kissed her palm. A small smile played at her lips as they broke their embrace. She waved as she walked towards her parents. Smiling sadly, Harry waved and walked towards the Dursleys.

“Who was that boy?” Vernon spat. Harry sighed as he put his trunk in the boot of the car.

“Hermione,” was all he said. He climbed in the back seat and waited for his uncle to get into the driver’s seat. His aunt gave him an odd look, which he decidedly ignored, and proceeded to look out of the window.

“Who was that?” Hermione’s mum asked.

“Harry,” was all she said.

“He’s certainly grown up since we last saw him,” her mother said. She nodded and got into the backseat as her father put her trunk in the boot. As her father got into the driver’s seat, he shared a look with his wife. Hermione sighed softly and sat back against the seat as they left the train station.

Dear Harry,

I miss you. Plain and simply put. It seems like the holidays get longer and longer without my being able to see you. It’s our first Christmas apart. Hopefully, it’ll be the last.

Mum and Dad are doing fine. Most of my family is coming by today for Christmas Dinner and they’re staying for New Years.

How are the Dursley’s treating you? I hope it isn’t too bad, considering it is Christmas and all.

I’m counting down the days. I miss you so much. Hopefully the days will go a little bit faster after today.

Love, Hermione

Hermione sealed up the letter and wrote Harry’s address on it. It would have to wait and be sent when Hedwig came by.

“Hermione,” her mother called. “Come downstairs.” Hermione put away her stationary and left her bedroom.

“You have a visitor,” her mother said, smiling mysteriously. Abigail pointed to the living room and, looking at her mother oddly, Hermione followed the silent direction.

A mop of messy, raven hair was the first thing she saw over the top of the couch.

“Harry?” she said. The person in question jumped up at the sound of her voice and turned around. Indeed, it was Harry.

“I couldn’t not see you at Christmas,” he rushed. “Yes, I realize you’ll kill me for using a double negative, but just wait. I mean, it’s Christmas and it’s our first one apart and I honestly don’t like it very much. I miss you and well…I don’t like that very much either. And you’re my best friend and you’ve always been there for me and spending Christmas apart is just not my cup of tea.” As he said this, he stepped closer and closer to her.

“And really, I…I need you,” he said. He was fiddling with his hat at he said this.

“Harry, what-,” Hermione began, confused at what he had just said. But she was cut off by his lips. She moaned into the kiss, though whether it was because she liked it or she was surprised, Harry didn’t know. But what he did know was that he was kissing her, and she was kissing him back. And it felt really good.

“I love you,” he whispered once he broke the kiss. Her eyes burned holes through his as they looked at each other. A soft, small smile had graced her lips.

“I love you too,” she whispered back.

“Aww,” they heard from behind them. But neither of them looked to see who it was. They weren’t concerned, and as far as they knew, the only thing they were concerned about was the other.

Short, short, short. Oh dear. Just about three pages.

This was the 22nd’s story. I had it done and didn’t get a chance to post it. Yesterday’s will be up soon and I have to write today’s. Sorry guys, I had the 22nd and 23rd stories done, but I got sidetracked by hockey and friends. My bad. Just don’t sue me. I can’t afford it at the moment; Christmas has broken my piggy bank’s back.

Happy Holidays! 1 day, 1 story to go!