"I remember the first time I saw him," she said, gazing carefully at his closed eyes. "We were first-years, on the train going to Hogwarts. I still remember, after all these years, like it was yesterday. And yet, it feels as if I have known him forever." She smiled up and me, the corners of her eyes glistening with clear crystal tears, pure as spring.
It was those eyes that I had fallen in love with, beautiful, soft teddy-bear eyes. So innocent and knowing, but most of all, they were the only things that I still saw life in after the war.
I remember that day too, it was also the day I first met her. In fact I was there, in the same train carriage as Ron, the same one that she had walked into, with her cute, sure confidence and witty demeanour, looking for a toad of all things. I don't know what it was that had made me realise I had downright and wholly fallen for her. Maybe it was the way she would smile at me, a true, genuine beam, or the way the sun caught in her perfect hair. It could have been the time Ron abandoned us when we were looking for the Horcuxes. It really could have been anything, but when I looked at her, with those tears for another man, it was that moment I realised we could never be.
"I love you, Hermione," I whispered to the space between us.
To this day I still don't know if she heard me.
This was my first fanfic so I hope you liked :D