He said Take my hand,

Live while you can

Don't you see your dreams right in the palm of your hand?

And as he spoke, he spoke ordinary words

Although they did not feel

For I felt what I had not felt before

You'd swear those words could heal.

And as I looked up into those eyes

His vision borrows mine.

And to know he's no stranger,

For I feel I've held him for all of time.

"Hello Harry," Hermione said, in a dazed sort of way. "Hello Hermione," Harry said in the same sort of voice. Hermione smiled. Harry smiled back. He propped himself up and she did the same. He slid his hand in hers. Hermione felt her hand tingle as he did this. She thought to herself, "What is this feeling? I've never felt this before...I mean, about Harry too..." Harry stared back at the stars and pointed at the most beautiful one that Hermione had ever seen. "Look Hermione," Harry whispered. "It's you." Hermione felt her heart pound against her chest. She didn't know what to say so she just looked at Harry. "I don't mean to scare you Hermione but," Harry's voice cracked. "Erm...I've liked you since I ever meet you." Harry blurted and then looked so embarrassed. Hermione realized something at that moment. "I have too," she said. After that was said, it was like a rope was broken that had held back everything. They began talking about ordinary things, everyday stuff and even when they had first meet. Harry began talking about Quidditch and Hermione suddenly glowed. She thought about how she felt and smiled, thinking that she had never in her whole life felt any better than this. She felt that anything out there that could ever hurt her wouldn't dare to come near; it was vanishing, never to be seen again. Hermione noticed that Harry had abruptly stopped talking. She looked up into his eyes, he looked into hers and it was if a bound had been formed, locking then in true love.