She feels like the bathroom ought to be in the same state of disrepair in which she left it. Like, after all these years, it should have been left alone, damaged and unusable. Like there should be a plaque on the wall outside that commemorates what happened there.
"Hmm," she says aloud.
"What?" asks he.
"It's like it never happened," she says, stepping in. "It's like we never happened."
"What are you going on about?" He follows her in.
"Don't you remember?" she asks, turning to him. "The troll. This is the bathroom in which you saved me."
He blinks, then catches her eye. "I would hardly qualify that as saving."
She smiles. "I only use that word because I can't think of a better one." She approaches the first stall, her heels clicking loudly against the floor. "This is where I hid from it."
He approaches the sink at the far end. "You crouched here, too, didn't you? I thought it had killed you at first."
"Hmm," she says again. She approaches his side, takes his hand. "I'm awfully glad it didn't."
"So am I," he agrees. His lips brush her forehead, and they began to walk out. "I've always wondered about something, though."
"About what?" she asks.
He stops, and she turns her eye to his. "Why did you take the blame? You could have been expelled, and yet…you just did it. Blurted it out. We were going to tell the truth—it was our fault."
"Maybe," she answers. "But you saved my life."
He frowns. "I still don't understand. What about school? What if you had been expelled?"
She closes her eyes, and when she opens them again, her face is far closer to his than it had been before. "Some things are more important than others."
She brushes his lips softly and takes his hand again. Slowly, Harry and Hermione Potter walk away from their beginning into the rest of their life.
And by the way you brought me here
It makes me believe
The best is still yet to come
And I don't want to leave…