A/N - I am NOT a Harry/Hermione shipper, but I had this great idea for a fanfic, and just HAD to write it… Anyway, as always, hope you enjoy and please review!

Harry James Potter sat in the corner of the tent he was currently sharing with his two closest friends while they attempted to destroy the most evil wizard ever to walk the earth. It was a crazy task, and though he never dared say it aloud, one he frequently doubted was humanly possible for the three of them to complete. They were barely of age and were constantly preoccupied by what was going on back at Hogwarts, where each of them regarded as home and where anything could be happening to their friends.

Ron and Hermione were sitting on the bottom bunk of the bunk-bed Ron and Harry shared, while Hermione slept on the camp-bed on the other side of the tent. They were holding hands, but Harry had long since gotten used to that.

After a few minutes, Ron stood up.

"Why're we all sitting here, moping around?" he asked.

"Because we have stuff to mope about?" suggested Harry half-heartedly.

Ron rolled his eyes and walked over to the old radio. He switched it on, and tuned it to a music station. They were playing a catchy song, and Ron grabbed Hermione's hand and began to spin her around. She began to laugh.

"Come on, Harry," she said, holding out her hand.

After a little persuasion, Harry stood up, took Hermione's hand and spun around the floor, faster, faster, until they were both too dizzy and had to stop. Ron and Harry goofed around for a bit, pretending to be professional ballroom dancers, attempting to remember the steps they had been taught for the Yule Ball. Gosh, that seemed a lifetime ago…

Ron finally got the hang of a dance, and quickly took Hermione's hand, eager to get a chance to dance properly before the song ended. Harry stood back, and watched them.

He felt bittersweet. An old secret that had frequently come back to haunt him over the years visited him again, and he didn't really know what to make of it.

He supposed it had been during the summer before Second Year, and in Second Year, that he had fallen hopelessly in love with Hermione, his best friend. For a while, he thought about her every day, and not like he used to. She was his first crush, which he supposed was pretty understandable since he was the first girl he was ever close to.

He had never told a living soul how he felt. He couldn't tell Hermione, obviously, even though she was the one he usually went to with his problems, and he couldn't tell Ron, as he was afraid he would tell Hermione. He considered telling Neville, but that just seemed unbearably awkward. Ginny? No, not back then. He would tell her anything now, but at the time Harry was going through all this, Ginny was no more than his best friend's little sister.

Harry had soon forgotten about her when everything began with Cho, and then Ginny… and then she had fallen for Ron, and he had let her go. Simple as that, she was happy with Ron, he wanted her to be happy. And he was happy with Ginny anyway. He had somewhere along the line accepted that this was how life was going to be.

Now, as the song ended and Hermione and Ron embraced each other, he saw real love in both of their eyes, and knew this was right. After a few seconds, Hermione opened her arms to Harry, and the three held each other tight for a long time.

Hermione was happy, so Harry was too.

The end

A/N – Hope it wasn't too cheesy to end it with the end… I thought it fits the story? Anyway, please review!