Infirmary

'Another day, another trip to the infirmary,' Harry pondered personally as Poppy Pomphrey prepared to pour the poisons she called potions down her patient's poor throat.

Hermione slid into the seat beside the bed, grabbing Harry's hand, as the first potion went down chillingly into her gullet.

With a gasp, Harry's eyes focused on the girl beside the bed who'd always been there through every danger Hogwarts had presented over the years. "I... love you."

"What?!" Hermione replied shocked.

Madam Pomphrey tutted, "Don't worry, dear. Young Ms. Potter here is a bit delirious is all. Don't pay what she says any mind."

Hermione looked into Harry's eyes again as the black-haired girl shook her head slightly, seemingly denying the healer's words. With a deep breath, the bushy, brown-haired beauty bent forward to brush a kiss on Harry's cheek and whispered, "I've always loved you."