Harry's POV

You're my best friend

God alone knows how much stuff we've been through together. Just you and me. And when it all became too much, Just a touch of your hand made things ok again.

You're not beautiful. You'd be the first to admit that. But somehow, it doesn't matter. Not to me. Your soul shines more brightly than any other girl here at Hogwarts. Your bushy hair is constantly a mess. But you've got one of the kindest hearts I have ever known. You may not be tall. . . but you're just the right height for me to quietly lay my chin on while we're cuddling companionably on the couch, studying. You aren't necessarily talkative. Yet, we need no words to speak together. You aren't a person who stands out in the crowd. Yet, somehow, my eyes always land on you the moment I enter the Great Hall.

I guess that's what love is. Knowing the person inside out, faults and all – and still adoring them. I can't imagine my life without you – hell I might not even have had a life without you. You believe in me,100%. I'm not any more or any less than myself when I'm with you. You know me so well; you scare me with your insight sometimes. Who else is able to call me on my bs when I need it? Who else is determined to memorize the entire library just to make sure I'm prepared? I'm surprised that Voldemort (*Author shudders and takes a deep breath*) hasn't caught on that there is no way in hell I'd have beaten him without you behind me. And that scares me – it's only a matter of time. I often wonder if I'm being selfish, risking your life just because I want – no NEED – you there by me. . . .

And then there's him. Our best friend, Ron. He loves you just as much as I love you. . . another reason that I'm selfish. I sometimes wonder that if I loved you have as much as I claim I do, I ought to let you go. . . let you be happy with him. He's got no insane wizard constantly threatening his life. He'd be able to give you a good, stable home – something I can't hope of giving you until Voldemort (*another shiver, mutters remain IC*) is vanquished. God alone knows when that might be. He'd protect you from the prejudice wizards, like the Malfoys.

But I can't give you up. You're like an addiction to my soul. You're my healing balm. So, every night, when I climb into bed, I pray to whatever higher power there might be that you will love me, at least for one more day. I hold you tighter. I glare at Draco more. I ignore Cho and Ginny. I shower you with gifts and compliments to let you know how much I adore you.

I just hope it's enough. God alone knows how much I try to prove my love to you. It just seems so inadequate. Words alone cannot describe what is in my heart. I just hope it shines through when I look into your eyes. I hope you feel it when I touch you. You're my everything. . . My angel.

I just hope that you don't one day decide to spread your wings and fly away. My world would be so empty with you.

Hermione's POV

Bloody Hell.

He's doing it again. I just know he is

When his green eyes deepen just so and he stares out to space, I know what he's thinking. He's thinking about all the reasons why we shouldn't be. Why he ought to leave me. . . hand me off to Ron.

If he ever tries it, I'll bloody knock him upside the head. He has no right to make my choices for me. I'm right where I want to be.

He loves me as no one else ever has or will. Not even Ron.

I may be his angel, but he's my world.