Pictures, like memories, eventually fade.
Breath out, so I can breath you in.
Hermione’s in heaven, literally.
Sometimes all love needs is a little tug. Even if it’s in the wrong direction. (Or, Hermione gets married then starts an affair with Harry)
There are a million different starts, she just hopes this is the right one.
Men just don’t pick up on things like not so subtle hints towards marriage. And unfortunately, Harry was a man. Is a man. You’d think he’d have gotten the message through his thick skull when I dragged him off to look at wedding dresses.