Hermione lay on her bed that night, unable to close her eyes. Whenever she did, she would picture that one terrible moment when lord Voldemort had stood over Viktor's body, laughing.

She had never heard such an evil sound before, which could match the chill of the Dementors. She never thought she would experience the feeling of happiness ever again, and for once, she could understand how Harry had felt after Sirius died. 'How could anyone actually go through this?' She thought to herself as she turned to her side and punched her pillow. The sensation of having someone near to you die was terrible.

She ran her fingers across her lips and smiled to herself. Harry's lips had felt so soft against her lips. Although she knew that he had never really gone out with anyone before, he was still an okay kisser. She could still hear his voice besides her ear.

He had walked her to the stairs of the Head Girl's Dormitory and whispered into her ear, "Please don't try to think about anything unnecessary, okay? And just get some rest." He had planted a chaste kiss on her cheek and watched her walk to her room before he headed for his own.

Harry Potter... Harry Potter...They had been friends for six years and now, where did they stand? Tiredness took over and the room became a haze before she had anytime to dwell on her question further.

"Hey...The man of the hour finally returns!" Harry was greeted by an avalanche of voices as soon as he stepped into his bedroom. He raised his eyes to see Ron Weasley perched on his armchair, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan dangling their feet off his bed.

"Why aren't you guys in bed yet?" He asked in a voice which sounded like I-want-to-spend-time-alone-thinking-about-Hermione-so-please-get-out.

Oblivious to Harry's tone of voice, Seamus walked over and handed a bottle of butterbeer to him and looked at him with such an incredulous look which shook Harry up.

"We're celebrating our final days here at Hogwart's my good man. That's what we're doing. Don't tell me you're gonna pull rank over us, order us to get into our pj's and holler at us to get to bed on time, are you?" Ron asked with raised eyebrows and took a swig out of his bottle. Sighing wearily, Harry had half the mind to do exactly so, but he didn't want to spoil the festive mood. It felt like he just had to dream about Hermione after this round of butterbeers or until all of them couldn't drink anymore. Whichever came first. He turned around and gave a sigh of blissfulness, unaware of the look Ron had thrown in his direction.

"Hey mate, what's wrong?" Ron swaddled over to Harry's corner in the bedroom as the rest of the group continued toasting each other. "You look like you're out of it."

Harry looked over at Ron and smiled, before saying, "I kissed her. I told her everything." The next thing he knew, he was lying on the ground, his nose hurting like hell and the feeling of being pummelled by a dozen Hippogriffs. He tried to focus his gaze and spotted Ron, standing over him, his robes askew.

"You knew I loved her! Why did you have to take her away from me like that?" Harry met Ron's eyes with a baffled look. "Weren't you the one who told me to be true to be feelings?"

"I didn't know you were referring to Hermione!! I had always loved her and yet, you had to take away the one thing which mattered to me!! Haven't you tired of your fame and how popular you are? I have and always will be your shadow, don't you know that!! Or are you too thick headed to notice?" All of this was announced in one breath, with Seamus, Dean and Neville looking on, open-mouthed as they tried to pry Ron off the struggling Harry.