Anger that the question had caused disappeared as quickly as it begin. "I'm sorry, Severus."
He leaned down and kissed her on her forehead, a sexless kiss. "I know. I'm not surprised though."
It was Hermione's turn to be confused. "What?"
"I'm not surprised you won't run away—"
"It's not that I won't, it's that I can't." She sighed.
"No, Hermione. You won't. You won't follow your heart. You won't be with me. It's not that we shouldn't; it's that you won't."
Hermione stared at him in both shock and hurt. "I love you..."
"Then run away with me."