though we're not meant to be
They don't belong together, though sometimes they let themselves forget.
-inspired by "i love you, i do" by if the stars were mine
They twirl around the tent like two children untouched and unscarred by that simple little thing called tragedy. He pulls her back and forth, round and round, and they know they probably look ridiculous, but really, all that matters is the fact that sometimes, they feel like best friends who are somehow more than simply best friends; that sometimes, when the world is crashing down (whether from heartbreak or O.W.L.s or Voldemort or any insignificant little thing like that), they feel like all they really have in the universe is each other; that sometimes, though they belong to others (that sometimes, though they're supposed to belong to others), they feel like they're supposed to belong to each other. They don't belong together, though sometimes they let themselves forget.
They know, somewhere in the back of their minds, that Ron is out there somewhere, whether dead or alive or happy or devastated they don't really know, and that a few days ago (was it only a few days ago?), he'd stormed out into the dark and cold in an utter fit that they try to blame on the Horcrux (and maybe it was the Horcrux or maybe it wasn't, but it doesn't matter either way, because he's gone and he's not coming back). But as they twirl around the flame-lit room, she throws back her head and, for the first time in a long time, she lets out a laugh that's not filled with sarcasm or derision but with mirth, true and utter mirth, and as she does so, a flicker of a smile crosses his face and reaches his eyes.
They remember, or try to remember, that they're simply Harry and Hermione, best friends in even the worst of times and nothing more, but sometimes (such as at a time like this one), they allow themselves to forget, and there is nothing in the world but the two of them and the radio and the music and their silly little dance. Sometimes, they allow themselves to love one another until they remember that they're not meant to be.
They realize the song is coming to an end, in more ways than one, and as he drops his arms and she lowers her eyes, they know that they truly do belong to two other people, and those people are not the same two standing in a small tent in the heart of a big forest, right in the middle of nowhere. They don't belong together and they're not meant to be, but they both know that there will always be a small part of their hearts that will latch on to the other and refuse to let go, no matter how many times they're reminded it's wrong.
They're only ever Harry and Hermione, best of friends, and, though they sometimes forget it, they're nothing more.