I was in my second year and she was in her third. This year, I'd realized that I preferred girls over guys. To top it off, I liked her. I liked how anxious she was before exams and how she encourages people to do their homework. I hope she notices me one day. She's perfect.
~LTTF~
I was in my third year and she was in her fourth. She's happy Harry's alive, she tells me after he gets back safely from the TriWizard Tournament. I'm happy as well, she looks so relived, with tears running down her face, she's beautiful. She walks away as I whisper "I love you". The words I speak get carried away in the wind.
~LTTF~
I was in my fourth year and she was in her fifth.
She's in the hospital wing after Sirius died. I am too, but her injuries seemed worse than mine. I survived with a broken wrist. I'm so happy she's alive. She lays on her bed, unmoving, as her eyes flutter open. I let out a sigh of relief. She sees me staring and I look away, blushing. It's when she calls my name, though her voice is hoarse and raspy, I hear music and my life is bright and full of hope again.
~LTTF~
I was in my fifth year and she was in her sixth. We were in our very small dormitory, though we were the only two who occupied it. We were talking, her chattering on absentmindedly while I barely paid attention. Without thinking, I leaned in to kiss her on her perfect lips. I don't know what made me do it. I wasn't thinking properly. I was in perfect bliss for a few seconds when Hermione pulled away with an odd look on her face. She continued talking as if nothing happened. I felt as if I died a bit inside.
~LTTF~
I was in my sixth year and she was in her seventh. The war is over. Fred and many of our loved ones died. Hermione, Ron, Harry, and many of our loved ones are still alive though. Hermione and I are walking among the ruins of our school. We gaze sadly though we know this'll be fixed with magic. Ron saunters up next to us and kisses Hermione. She kisses back and I walk far away. I hide behind a ruin and cry as my heart breaks into a million pieces.
~LTTF~
I'm 29 and she's 30.
Wedding bells. Silk dress. Tuxedo.
Today's the day that Hermione is getting married. To my brother, Ron.
It's a beautiful summer day, not too hot, nice sunflowers are in bloom.
I put the veil on her and finish curling her hair. I help her into her dress as I see how excited she really is. I try to smile, as genuinely as I could.
Our entire family and friends are out there waiting for this big day. As Hermione walks out, I stand beside her.
When they both say "I do", I let the tears fall.
Only Hermione knows that they weren't tears of happiness.
