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26: “Do you hate me, too?”
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Harry sat, listening to the music. She was there, yet, he felt like he was alone. She felt so distant from him, like she was in a separate world.
He had to do something to reconcile with her.
He stood, walking over to where Hermione sat. As he looked in her eyes, he outstretched a hand to her, inviting her to dance with him.
She looked skeptical at first, but she grabbed his hand anyway.
He reached behind her and began to fiddle with the clasp of her necklace, undoing it and setting it on the ground. Harry then led her to the middle of the tent, where they would be less prone to bumping into anything.
She still looked somewhat critical of things, but Harry didn’t mind. He began to sway her arms back and forth, to start the dancing. She gave a small smile in response, but it quickly vanished.
Eventually, as the music rose, Hermione began to smile again. She started leading them, and Harry followed, as she motioned for him to start turning her around.
They kept dancing and dancing, and finally her smile stayed. Both of them were laughing for a long time, until they finally got close enough to where their heads were resting on each other’s shoulders. Harry didn’t want to leave.
“I’m sorry,” he said, holding Hermione a little closer to him. “I didn’t want to fight with Ron, but…”
She was silent.
“I’m pretty sure he hates me, and that is the worst feeling in the world. The only thing that could ever hurt worse would be knowing that you hate me too. Hermione, you are… amazing. You are amazing, and smart, and beautiful, and Ron is very lucky to have you.”
Hermione’s head began to lift itself from Harry’s shoulder, prompting him to do the same. She looked into his eyes, with an emotion that Harry couldn’t quite detect, and she began to lean forward. Was this it? Was she about to kiss him? He closed his eyes, waiting for the sensation of her lips against his.
And that’s when it happened. It was sweet, but it wasn’t soft. Harry could barely even describe it. It was almost perfect, in a way. He had never been so in love with her in his entire life than he had been in that moment.
When she pulled away, she said, “I was never Ron’s to begin with. I never hated you. I never have and I never will.”
The music began to fade, but the moment was still in full force.