The smaller one with treacherous wild brown hair wound her arms around the neck of the taller redhead. On her toes, she stayed; a hair's breath away. She never touched his lips. She waited.
It was all up to him.
He shifted, almost invisible to the untrained eye. She stared at him unnerving him with piercing brown eyes.
It wasn't always like this, she mused. They never really connected until one night. Two broken hearts came together to form a relationship.
A rocky, tumulous, relationship. But, one none the less.
There were fiery kisses and crushing grasps. And then it stopped.
Fiery kisses turned into light nuzzles. Crushing grasps turned to smooth snuggles.
There were more hugs and less lustful touches. Then that stopped.
She snapped to the present as he started to move his lips toward her.
There.
Just before his eyes closed, something shone in those orbs. Something that pleaded to her. Something that made her freeze cold.
"Stop."
She laid her hand on the 'G' engraved on his newly knit Weasley jumper. His pulse throbbed frantically under her fingers.
She stepped away as he shot her a look of bewilderment.
"Don't do this. It's not fair to yourself. Or me."
As comprehension dawned in his eyes, he nodded. He stepped forward and hugged her. But not the hug she wanted. Not a lover's hug.
"Go to him. He deserves to know."
He nodded once more and she stepped forward, clutching the sides of his face. She crashed her lips onto his for one last time. He seemed to understand and ran a tongue along her lips.
Then he was gone.
And as Hermione watched him bound up the stairs to his room; she could only hope that her throat would stop squeezing so tight because, she couldn't breathe.
As she watched the love of life walk out of her life, she wished that he would give her heart back someday.
Because you can't fix a broken heart when it still clings to another.