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Hermione was trying to focus on helping Harry, she really was. She knew how important it was that they find this diadem and destroy it. Without that, Harry was doomed. But thoughts of how this could be the last time she would ever see Ron kept running through her head.

He's such a wonderful, loyal friend. He would do anything for us. Even sacrifice himself. I'm feeling things for him that I never though possible. And they are such wonderful, happy, heart-lifting things.

I know, it could destroy our friendship if I act on my feelings. Nothing would ever be the same between us, and poor Harry would be stuck in the middle! That just wouldn't be fair to him. How can we ask him to just be the third wheel? But, I know Harry would understand, he wouldn't mind at all. He's so nice that way. I would still feel awful though.

But I can't help the way I feel. I can't help that I love being around him. I can't help that I love the way it feels when he's near me.

I can't help that I love the way he smells, and the way he cares about me. I can't help that I love it when he's goofy and dumb, and I love it even more when he's smart.

If today is the last time I ever see his face, I may die. I don't know if I can live without him. No, I know that I can't live without him.

He is my world, he is my everything. That was shown when he left me alone with Harry that night. I didn't realize how much he meant to me until he pulled my entire world out from under my feet.

He may have hurt me so badly that night, but he also made me realize that I am nothing without him. He is my world, and he is my everything.

If he dies tonight, or if I die tonight, it will be worth it. But will the lives we lived be remembered for the wonderful things we did, or the feelings we never acted on? Will any of this be worth it if we don't act?

I can't help that I'm thinking too rationally. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I can't help that he's perfect! I can't help that he's wonderful!
Hermione was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Ron saying that they couldn't send the house-elves to their deaths. She found herself running across the room, and kissing him fiercely before she had a chance to think. When he responded, and lifted her off the ground, her heart soared, and her stomach did backflips. The fireworks she felt when their lips met were nothing like she'd ever imagined.

They pulled away, gazing into eachothers eyes, she barely comprehended what Harry said, and even less so what Ron said. She was too focused on his eyes, gazing lovingly at her.
I can't help that I love him.