The ride home was strangely silent. When we arrived at the Burrow, I quickly rushed out of the car and inside. Running up to the spare bedroom where I usually stayed I laid Crookshanks down and walked over to the closet. Opening it I saw my copy of Hogwart, A History, that I left there last time I'd been there. I walked over to bed and sat down starting to read and I lost track of time…

Knock! Knock! I looked up. "Come in!" The door cracked open and Harry slowly moved inside. He shut the door quietly behind him. "Harry, is there something you need?"

"Hermione, I hate not talking to you. You've been up here for four hours."

I looked to the floor. "Feels like more than that."

"Hermione," Harry begged me. I looked up at him. He looked desperate. "Please."

"I'm only acting resanable considering my situation. Where no one's telling me what's wrong, after months of worrying no one's even bothering to tell me what's wrong. I'm not that stupid. There's no point in telling me nothing's wrong anymore." I placed my book on the night stand and crossed my arms.

Harry sighed and sat down on the end of my bed. I moved next to him and he sighed again. "Ron doesn't know you're here, does he?"

"No. He's out playing Quittich to run off some nerves."

"Big surprise there." I noticed Harry looked tense and uncomfortable. He sighed again.

"Fine Hermione. You win. I'll tell you."

I inched closer to him so our legs were touching each other and my shoulder gently grazed his.

"Hermione, this summer I went back to the Dursley's. One night, about two weeks after school let out, I was still upset so when our doorbell rang I ignored it. My uncle answered it and he shouted and I heard a crash. It was Trelawney, but she was different. She was in a trance. She said the 'great battle drew nearer' and I'd lose something very near to me. I ran. I apparated here and I told the Weasley's. Well, we talked to Trelawney later and she said something about a girl…" He trailed off. I wasn't sure if he didn't want to continue, or if he couldn't.

"You think she means me."

He nodded and wiped something off his cheek. I gently placed my hand on his and he sighed. "I-I-I, I've already lost so much…I don't want to lose you too." I took my other hand and placed it on his cheek. He put his other hand on it and faced me.

"Harry, you're not going to lose me. You never will. Just like I'll never truly lose you." I smiled a little but his face remained the same.

"I can't be so sure of that or anything at the moment Hermione. Not with Voldemort growing stronger."

"The ones we love never truly leave us Harry."

He looked into my eyes for a moment and slowly we leaned in closer. I gently shut my eyes and our lips touched. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world. I felt like I was floating. I was soaring in heaven. After a few precious moments, that felt like an eternity, we broke apart. I suddenly felt dizzy. Harry got up and started toward the door I got up to follow but I felt so overwhelmed. The last thing I remember is a falling sensation, Harry shouting and landing in someone's arms.