Just a little snippet during what would have been that awful horrendous extended camping trip had I been this lovely world's creator. Enjoy and review, lovelies.

The Day That Changed Her Life

Hermione stood at the altar, a beatific smile on her face, and thought back to the day, or night as it may be, that changed her life. When she finally admitted to being in love with her best friend, and realized her other best friend just wasn't right for her. That cold winter night that once seemed so awful had become one of her fondest memories. It was back in what should have been seventh year, not long after Ron had left her and Harry to hunt for the horcruxes on their own.

"Harry?" Hermione said sheepishly, her voice quiet compared to the booming thunder in the night sky.

"Yes Mione?" Harry asked back, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

"Since neither of us needs to stay on watch tonight do you think… could I.. would it be alright if I stayed in your bed with you? It's cold and I miss Ron and I'm frightened. Both of the thunder and of what's going to happen to us. To you…" she trailed off as Harry stared blankly at her curls.

"Of course Mione. Anytime you need me I'm here." Harry's voice was soft and warm sounding, and Hermione gently crept under his covers. Harry smiled to himself upon seeing she was wearing his sweater. He was afraid she wouldn't take it, despite how cold she'd been of late. She leaned into his shoulder, and in response Harry wrapped his arms around her slight frame. Their contact was slight and hesitant as they drifted off to sleep, louder than usual thunderclaps making Hermione cringe.

Hermione awoke first the next morning, and was slightly bemused by her change in position. When she'd fallen asleep the night before, she and Harry had barely been touching, they had been so distant since Ron left, neither wanting to move the wedge he's inadvertently shoved between them. Now they were completely intertwined. Harry's arms were wrapped tight around Hermione's shoulders, and rested on the small of her back. Her own arms were clenched about his waist, curling up beneath his arms and to the base of his neck. She was curled sideways, and her legs were wound between Harry's, and his ankle was hooked around her calf. Her head lay nestled into his neck, and his head lay in her nest of tight cinnamon curls. And while she realized she should move, this was not a situation one should be in with your boyfriend's best friend, she couldn't make herself. Really this much contact between herself and Harry was not all that unusual. And she couldn't deny how right having his arms around her felt. How right it had always felt. The moment, however wrong, was too perfect to ruin. Lying in bed on a rain-soaked morning, wrapped in the arms of the boy, now more or less a man, she could no longer deny she loved. The scent of him coming from him and the scent from his sweater made her feel safe and warm. The gentle but firm way his arms gripped her made her want him to never let go. Then his heavily lids began to slowly open, revealing the large emerald eyes she loved so dearly.

"Morning Mione." He said groggily.

"I love you" Hermione blurted out before she could stop herself.

"I know Mione, I love you too." Harry looked bemused

"No. You don't get it. I love you, I'm in love with you, and I think I always have been. And now that I've bloody ruined our friendship-" her sentence was cut off by Harry gently pressing his lips to hers.

"I love you too Hermione. I love you too."