Neither of them spoke a word as the door that lead to what could possibly be the last moment of untainted peace they had shared together closed behind them. An odd sense of loss gripped Harry as he stared at the door, but the warmness coming from Hermione’s hand provided him with all the comfort he needed.
Hermione couldn’t have fallen into that clichéd ‘I’m in love with my best friend and I never knew it’ situation, right? Alas... She needed him, she wanted him, and if Harry didn’t like her, then damn, he wasn’t allowed to like anyone else. Harry Potter was Hermione’s heroin.