Hermione and Sirius were lying on a blanket at the edge of the Black Lake looking at the stars.
"It's unbelievable, isn't it?" Sirius commented.
"What is?" Hermione asked as she rolled over to face him.
"Everything that's happened since we were first here," Sirius replied.
"You mean since we nearly died that night from Dementors?"
"Yes. You were just a teenage girl then; just a friend of Harry's. I never thought in that moment you would become more," Sirius confessed.
"You had just met Harry, and confronted the man who had sent your family to their death. I would have been surprised if you were even thinking about that at all," Hermione said quietly as she reached for his hand.
"I had never thought about love, or marriage, or anything like that until I was back. The first time around I just wanted to fight and survive the war, and the second I just wanted to focus on Harry, do what I could to make sure that he survived. Not let him down like I had James."
"You never let James down. You did what you thought was best and sometimes it backfires on us. I know, remember? You were there when my parents told me that they never wanted to see me again because of what I did with their memories. We're together now though, and that's all that matters," Hermione said looking into his eyes.
"You're right as always. I love you more than anything in the world, and I'm glad that you chose me to be with despite the amount of admirers you had," Sirius said sincerely.
"I am too. Now kiss me," Hermione demanded.
"Anything for you, Love," he said as he leaned in and captured her lips.