A/N: I thought I'd try a twist to my idea. Here's an outside source's opinion to it. I believe that Dumbledore (and a lot of the staff for that matter) is an H/Hr shipper.
****Dumbledore****
The feast had begun and all the students had gathered in the Great Hall. Well, all but one. I noticed that Miss Granger was still missing. I hoped beyond hope that she was saved as well.
Over the last 2 years, I had developed quite a soft spot for Miss Granger, partially because of my soft spot for Mr. Potter and partially because she was just a sweet little girl. I glanced down at Harry. I noticed that he was barely touching his food and was only vaguely listening to his fellow Gryffindors. He missed her. There was no denying it.
Now, I pride myself in being able to understand people and I understood our young Harry. So much pain in his life since he was only a year old. Now, he had happiness and he was terrified to lose it. A big source of that happiness is his Hermione. He'd be crushed if he lost her. She was his stability. She kept him grounded and she supported him unconditionally. Some people never have this in their lives and Harry and Hermione had it at 11. I hope someday they know how lucky they were to have such love at such a young age.
I see so much of his father in him and so much of Lily in Hermione. I know they can make it work someday.
Now, I realize that they were only 12 at the time, but I recognized such maturity in both of them. I knew if they would only stop for one second and see how much they needed each other and how much they (already) loved each other … well, I knew we'd have another Lily and James on our hands. I could only hope the castle could take another pair like that.
Then I saw Hermione enter the Hall. She stopped to talk to Sir Nicholas and then turned to the Gryffindor table. No doubt who she was looking for.
I looked back to the Gryffindors. Harry perked up. Someone must have told him that Hermione was back.
I saw Mr. Weasley lean back. Then I saw Harry lean back even further. I couldn't see his face, but I'm sure he was smiling. Hermione smiled as well and then began to run. Harry stood up and held out his arms, just waiting for her. (Like always)
Hermione collided with him and it was amazing that they didn't fall over. They just held each other and let all the turmoil fade away. Merlin, if I didn't know better, I would have thought I was watching Lily and James.
Eventually, 12-year-old embarrassment took over and the embrace broke. I noticed confusion on both Harry and Hermione's faces when Mr. Weasley wouldn't hug her, but I wouldn't have expected any of them to understand that at such a tender age.
They talked about something and I couldn't help noticing how Harry and Hermione barely acknowledged Mr. Weasley at all. They seemed very engrossed in each other. Not that I was surprised, mind you. I see so much potential for these two.
Once Minerva clinked her glass, the trio sat down and I began my farewell speech. (And I'd like to add that it was a very good speech - one of my best!) I knew it wasn't really goodbye, though. Almost all of these young witches and wizards would be back in a few months, plus some new ones. I knew that our Dream Team would be back as well. The power trio would return to turn Hogwarts on its ear again. I like a little excitement, so I don't mind. But I also knew that there were more adventures on the horizons for these two. Harry and Hermione might not have seen it yet, but I knew they would. They were both too stubborn to let it happen early on, but I knew eventually, they'd find each other.