The moon shines brightly onto their still forms.
Harry holds her hand in his, gently running his thumb along hers.
Silent tears cascade down her cheek and he reaches up and tenderly wipes them away.
She looks at him, finally, and her voice is strained and desperate when she says, "How can you be so calm?"
He smiles softly. "Because I have come to understand that some things are meant to be.
Whether we like it or not, it is the way it's supposed to happen. I am meant to fight him, in the same way that you, me and Ron were meant to be friends.
You can't pick and choose which destinies you want and which you don't, it's all or nothing. It is meant to be this way."
Hermione begins crying. He shifts closer and wraps an arm around her. She eagerly goes into his embrace, sobbing into chest.
"I can't say goodbye anymore, Harry. There have been so many goodbyes; Sirius, Dumbledore, Hagrid, Tonks. I can't say goodbye anymore. Please don't make me have to say it to you."
"Hey," he says soothingly, rubbing her back. He pulls back from her, cradling her face in his hands, making her look him in the eye. "I know you're scared. I am too. But soon this will all be over.
We will escape this darkness; we will step out of the shadows of this life and go somewhere that we can shine brighter than the moon. We will be free."
She smiles through her tears. Laughing, she says, "When did you get so romantic?"
He grins at her. "Romantic, huh? I can do romantic."
He stands, holding out a hand to her. "Would you like to dance?"
She looks at him a moment, crinkling her nose at him.
Wiping her cheeks, she chuckles as she says, "Are you serious?"
"Why not?"
"Um, there's no music for one thing."
Harry shrugs. Grinning, he adds, "Details."
She laughs at him, how can she not, and stands, brushing her hands on the back of her thighs to rid the dirt.
She takes his hand and he draws her into his arms.
They sway silently to the music in their heads, bodies pressed together, comforted by each others embrace.
Harry kisses her temple. Her eyes close and she tightens her hold on him.
"I love you, Hermione," he whispers in her ear and a tear escapes her eyes.
"I love you," she replies softly. "So much."
He pulls back and looks at her face. They grin at each other, Harry letting out a shaky breath.
His thumb traces the arch of her cheek, wiping away her tear, as he breaches the gap between them and presses his lips to hers.
After the kiss ends, they continue dancing cheek to cheek.
Harry puts his mouth to her ear and says, "If there is one thing I have learnt in this life, Hermione, it is that your soul is the one thing you can't compromise.
You are who you are, and nothing will change that.
I am going to win this thing, I'm going to save everyone, because that is who I am.
And you,
...you are the one I'm coming home to when it's all over."