You have neither reason nor rhyme / with which to take this soul which is rightfully mine
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Hermione was terrified about falling in love.
She had always prided herself in being calm, collected, and rational. Of course, sometimes this went wrong (the birds in her sixth year were an obvious exception) but she was an intelligent girl, and she knew it.
So the thought of her heart being beyond her control was terrifying – she couldn't regulate how fast it beat around him, how flushed she got around him, how butterflies clashed in her stomach when they kissed or when he took her hand.
She was putting herself in his hands, and the thought made her nervous beyond everything she'd ever felt before.
But when he got nervous asking her out on a date, stuttering over his words, or flushed brightly whenever George made an inappropriate joke about the two of them, she found that she really didn't mind.
They could roll away their stones together.
a/n - based on the song 'Roll Away Your Stone' by Mumford and Sons. WC: 167