Prompt for 17th November 2020: Harry had a very shitty fifth year and the only good thing to happen to him was when he mastered Legilimency ... and saw himself from Hermione's eyes. When before he only thought of himself as a danger magnet and an all-around loser, from her eyes he saw himself as this brave, amazing boy that she couldn't live without. And maybe she was starting to love him as more than just a best friend.
At the end of the fifth year, in the Battle of the DoM in their plight to save Sirius, Hermione gets injured. This was Harry's awakening when he finally realized that he felt the same.
'Harry?'
Glancing back, he saw Hermione looking tentatively at him. Despite feeling less anguished following his earlier conversation with Luna, he still didn't feel comfortable attending the Leaving Feast, opting instead to venture back to the empty Common Room.
'What are you doing here?' he mumbled. 'Why aren't you at the feast?'
'You weren't there,' she said simply. 'Do you mind if I sit next to you? I won't bother you; I promise.'
As Harry shuffled to make room for her, he realised how distracting Hermione's close proximity suddenly was. In truth, he had tried to ignore what he had accidentally found out when Hermione demanded he practice his Legilimency on her and Ron. The confusion and significance surrounding the burgeoning feelings that she tried so hard to hide from him, and whatever semblance of that he was sure he returned for her, seemed to pale in comparison after everything that happened in the Department of Mysteries. Yet this did not stop him from letting Hermione slowly enveloped her hand in his while she nestled her head in the crook of his neck. Harry instead sighed, finally feeling more at ease for the first time in a very long time.