The kiss made her toes curl. She could feel the pure, raw love that inhabited it. It could only belong to her beloved.
She clung to the feeling like it was her last breath of air, almost as if life itself would end when the kiss did. The passion was undeniable. The air was crackling around the two. To the untrained eye, it would almost seem as if fireworks surrounded them.
Hermione was in heaven in his arms. Perfectly pacified. The two stayed intertwined for as long as they dared.
When they separated Hermione could almost see the pale blonde fade away and disappear into nothingness. She pang of emptiness radiated through her. She could almost taste him on her tongue, feel him in her hands.
Dreams were always so painful.