Hermione was fed up. Ron was grating on her nerves. He had some insane notion that they were meant to be together, forever. But, she didn't love him and they didn't belong together, because she loved another. She tried with Ron. She truly did. They just didn't work. She already knew where her heart belonged. She had just gone along with it because she thought Harry, the love of her young life, loved another, Ginny. She shut her heart up and refused to let Ron or anyone else in. She was lonely. She was wrong.
Harry was living a lie. After the war, he had moved into Grimmauld Place, in an effort to remember Sirius. He was desperate to keep the memories of Sirius close and tangible. He didn't want Sirius to end up like his parents, with only a few photos to remember them by.
After the war, everyone thought that he would marry Ginny. Ginny, Ron, and Molly thought this too. He was lying to himself and everyone around him. His heart belonged to a beautiful bushy brown haired girl. Only she wasn't a girl anymore. She was a stunning young woman. Her bushy hair fell off her shoulder in barrell-shaped ringlets. She didn't see herself as he did. She was his Athena, an eternal beauty with a sharp intelligence and a pure heart. She was adventurous, daring, smart. She was beautiful inside and out. She was beautiful like a sunrise is beautiful, something heavenly, something to be treasured. Something that owned his heart without knowing it.