Look at them! Sitting there all cozy… I mean, how can they look so happy in the middle of a war hiding out in the middle of nowhere? We're in this damn tent, we're always together, and they find an excuse to spend more time together! It's like they don't care if I'm here… I don't matter to them. I'm just Ronald Weasley, the sidekick.
They probably don't even notice what they looked like! All snuggled up in front of the sorry excuse of a fire. Sort of snuggled, anyway. I mean, Harry was just lying on the ground minding his own business when she just lies down next to him, puts her head on his shoulder, and starts talking to him! I mean he looked like he wanted to be left alone and she invades his personal space without a second thought.
The weird thing is he didn't look like he minded. He just smiled at her and started talking to her, too. The really weird thing is that even though Harry hated people touching him, he never tried to move away from Hermione. I mean, Harry barely lets my mum hug him for more than a couple seconds, and Hermione can get away with touching him for as long as she wants! It's bloody insane, the way those two are.
They're both lying on their stomachs, sides and shoulders touching, while they laughed at something one of them said. I wasn't paying attention, I don't know. Hermione's resting her head on her arms while Harry's looking at her with an expression on his face that I've only seen on my dad's when he looks at my mum. I don't know what the bloody hell that means but I wish they would stop doing that in front me. It's bloody nauseating.
It's been a few days since that little snuggle incident, but they're doing it again. This time it's worse! Harry's lying down with his head in her lap, and she' reading that damned book, running her fingers through his hair. They're bloody killing me with this. Suddenly, Harry says, "Hermione, will you read to me?"
Hermione looks down at him and asks, "Why?"
Harry shrugs, "I want to hear a story."
"Alright, how about 'The Wizard and the Hopping Pot?'" Hermione suggests. "It's my favorite one…" Harry nods and Hermione begins the opening lines of the story, "'There once was a very old wizard. In his youth, he had been strong and talented. His name never appeared in "A History of Magic," and he didn't have mountains of gold stored in a vault at Gringott's, but he had led a happy and productive life, loved by his family and respected by all who knew him. Now, though, his eyes had dimmed, his memory often faltered, and his hands shook with age. He had grown so feeble that even the simplest of his spells often went awry, and he was unable to care for himself properly. So it was decided that he must surrender his wand, and leave the cozy cottage where he had lived for many years, to reside…'"
I hate moments like this between the two of them… I can't handle this much longer.