A/N:P
She knew she shouldn't love him, but she did.
Though so much had diminished his good looks, she could just imagine.
His dark hair and eyes,
Tall, strong, muscular body,
And full, kiss-worthy lips.
She knew that he loved her back,
And that it killed him so,
But how could she hide it from Harry?
The war began,
When he came back,
He somehow managed to retain his good looks,
And she wanted him even more.
Nothing could stop her.
It was just her, him, and Harry.
Ron was dead.
She had grieved for a long while.
But here was her true love.
Suddenly, she didn't care.
She could sense that this would be that last time she would see him alive.
So, without looking at Harry, she planted a kiss on his lips.
Hermione gazed up into Voldemort's face.
"I love you," she whispered.
He stared down at her.
A new flicker of something rose in his eyes.
It was love, she knew.
He opened his mouth,
And muttered back:
"I love you too."
Before Harry shouted out a killing curse . . .
And Voldemort quickly shoved her in front of himself.