"Come here," Harry said pulling her close. "He didn't mean the things he said, you know it was the necklace," he choked out while curling a piece of her hair around his finger.
Harry had known for years that he loved Hermione, but he would let her make her choice. He'd be her rock, her best friend, whatever she needed. He couldn't let her be sad though. He wouldn't let Ron hurt her again. He kissed her cheek, then moved down her neck. Yes, he'd let her choose, but that didn't mean he couldn't help her make the right one.