A/N: I do not own Harry Potter.
Hermione dodged another spell, her feet moving gracefully across the air. Severus couldn't help but admire her movements.
She was like a bird in flight, some kind of ballerina warrior. She landed, one hand touching the stone floor, the other holding her wand level blasting off a spell of beautiful crimson. He wondered which spell she was using. She turned, climbing to her feet, shooting another blast, this one violet.
Around them the battle raged, chaos choreographed. He stood against the wall, sidelined from this particular dance. His attention turned towards her again.
She had slipped from the middle of the fray, panting heavily. He frowned. He could almost feel her exhaustion. Slowly he slid from the wall, his cloak billowing as he glided towards her. He'd crossed the floor in matter of minutes.
"Tired?" he asked facing her. She smiled.
"Yes, you?" she asked aiming a hex over his head. It hit its target. He shot one past her, also a direct hit.
"Nice shot."
"You too." They were back to back now, twirling slowly around the room, fighting on all sides.
"Think we'll survive this?"
"Hopefully. If not, I love you." She smiled sliding her free hand into his.
"I love you too," he twisted slightly spinning her to face him. They shared a passionate kiss, both sending bright red hexes behind the other's back.