...
Talk to me softly
There is something in your eyes
Don't hang your head in sorrow
And please don't cry
I know how you feel inside ya
I've been there before
Somethin' is changin' inside you
And don't you know
Don't Cry-Guns n' Roses
"Sirius, I think I'm in love with you."
Sirius's breath receded into his lungs with great force. She'd never said so before. Whenever Sirius told her of his love for her, she cleverly avoided returning to him what he'd told her.
He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. "You do?"
Hermione nodded against his chest, hugging him tightly. "I do. I am."
He felt like a feather, suddenly. He felt so light. He hugged Hermione tighter. "I'm glad. I love you too. So much. But...why are you crying?"
He just couldn't put it together. Taking her hand, he led her into the living room. Was it a bad thing for her to be in love with him? Was being with him so awful?
"I'm not sure," she finally said. "So many things are changing. I've come to so many realisations today, and it's sort of all hitting me all at once. This morning I was so confused that I had to go to Professor Trelawney for help, and now everything is so clear to me."
Sirius crinkled his nose. "Trelawney? You must have been stuck."
She smiled softly. "But I'm not anymore. I'm not. I understand everything now."
"And what do you understand?"
"That I love you. And that we can be happy together. Right?"
Sirius smiled. "Of course. I love you, too, Hermione."