Hermione was looking out the window. Rain made her feel nice. Rain made her feel at ease, like phoenix tears falling on a fresh wound releasing you from the pain.

 His voice made her yelp. She stood up. She wasn't going to let him get away with that. She wasn't going to let him get away with anything from now on.

Wherever you are, I miss you, I know you are with me, I feel you with me

 She looked so small and fragile. So beautifully weak and ethereal. He examined her and lost himself in his thought. He looked at her beautiful face. Her honey-brown eyes were piercing his. 

But no, don't lose hope...you might not die yet. Be happy if death doesn't come, but embrace it if it does, there is no other way

 She was glad he brought her to that room again. He brought her, he carried her, he cared... all she could think about now, was him. She wanted to get him of her mind but his last behavior wouldn't let her. He called me Hermione... she thought.
 

 

“I do?” she said with wide eyes and fury rushed over her. “Why  didn't you tell me before?”

“Because you would panic again.”

 

 Nothing could go wrong, they only had one single chance

 Is this some kind of punishment? Did we do something wrong?