"Her...mione."
The moment he called for me, rather then that nutter he should have ran away from months ago, all these doubts about everything melted away.
(doubts that came with big wet tears, ones that Harry wiped away)
As she ran, anger and crazy in each loud step, I couldn't help but smile, wide and perfect in every way,
Smiling at the boy before me, the one that I fell for long ago and now suddenly it finally hit the both of us smack in the face (we were never friends, we were lovers from the start).
(facing the world, hand and hand, best friends until the end which is almost here)
I hold his hand in mine, like many times before this but now it's somehow different (like I was made for this), and keep on smiling for the both of us.
"I'm here, Ron, I'm here."