Of all the things that could've been running through his head at that very moment, there was nothing. Just silence. Awkward silence.

He just didn't get it, he wasn't scared, and he definitely wasn't bored, for here was this mermaid-like creature before him, gazing into his eyes, hanging on his every word. She would be that is, if he would just say something.

His mouth opened once again, and her eyes widened, hoping that the barrier of silence would be torn apart with the words from his mouth.

"I… I'm going to go to the loo." He said. This obviously wasn't the response she had hoped for.

For seconds earlier, she had just declared, in front of dozens of people, in a busy restaurant, that she loved him.

All these years, she had admired him from afar, hoping he would look up and read her eyes like the books she buried herself in. She had waited, for this moment in time to occur, when he would stand up with pride and admit he had had these very same feelings for her in front of dozens of people, as she had just done, and take her in his arms out of the doors, leaving onlookers in admiration.

He wandered into the bathroom and supported himself on the basin. How could he have been so blind? Memories from years ago flooded back into his brain, all those significant moments in time when he had questioned her behaviour around him…. It was bloody obvious…

peering into his reflection, he looked for the boy he had once been, someone who had seen her in a totally different light, someone who thought everything was purely innocent between them, had this all been a shambles? Did she only hang out with him because she thought he was pretty?

What was he thinking? She had been there for him and Ron, through thick and thin… she had always been the brains. He couldn't discriminate their friendship purely because her emotions have turned into lust for him.

He straightened up, and took a deep breath. He loved her, but that was because they had been friends for so long, love wasn't to be avoided in these kinds of situations. Or was it? Were his feelings similar? What must she be thinking of him now?

She didn't know what to think. Had she made a total shambles of everything? If they never spoke again, if he had already snuck out of the restaurant without her noticing, it would be all her fault. But after all, she had only spoken the truth, he can't hate her for it, can he?

the door burst open, and there, with light bouncing off his emerald green eyes, stood Harry.

"I'm sorry," he said.

She had blown it, surely. He was going to tell her it wasn't possible to talk anymore, that there wasn't the right chemistry between them anymore.

"I've been a total twat. I love you Hermione, Always have, and always will."

She felt like crying. 10 years on from their schooldays at Hogwarts, sharing jokes along the corridors, fighting side by side to save the wizarding world and she had something to show for it. Love.

As she had dreamed of, repeating this moment in time to infinity in her head, he picked her up, gazed into her eyes, and carried her out of the doors, leaving everyone around them in awe.