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Hermione burst into the Burrow, crying her head off.
"Molly?!"
"Just a second!"
Hermione tried to find her way to a dining room chair through her blinding tears. She couldn't believe that she had just let him go. It had actually taken her a couple of days to even realize that he wasn't coming back for a whole year.
"Molly, I really need to speak with you."
"Alright, alright, I'm coming. What do you-- Hermione what's the matter?"
Hermione got up and practically fell into Molly's arms, crying.
"Shh, there, there Hermione. Now what's wrong, darling? Here, sit down and tell me what has you troubled so."
"It's Harry."
"Oh, honey, he'll be fine; he'll be back in a year. It'll be no time at all."
"I love him."
"Well, that does complicate things a bit, but I should've expected as much. Ron always used to write home to me while you three were at school that you and Harry were looking at each other constantly and how it was a weird twinkling look."
"Well, what do I do? Molly I just can't stand to even look myself in the mirror because I never told him."
"You have two choices. Either write it to him in a letter, or wait until he gets back."
"That would be low to write him a letter and written words leave room for misinterpretation. And I can't wait for him."
"There isn't much you can do then, I'm sorry. I may work magic, but I can't break the rules, not like Harry."
"I can't stand to be here, knowing that I love him and not being able to do anything about it!"
"What does your heart tell you to do?"
"To just forget about it because love complicates friendships."
"Not what your head says. Listen deeper. Listen to that part of you that is free from reason; the part that tells you that you love him and tells you how you can't live without him. That is your heart, listen to that."
"I can't, Molly. I have to forget that these feelings even exist. Harry is my friend and it isn't fair for me to ask him to jeopardize our friendship just because I think that I love him. Thank you for helping me, Molly."
"But that's not," Molly tried getting out her sentence, but Hermione was already gone, "what I meant."
Disaster was coming, she could feel it in her old bones, but she couldn't stop what was coming. She would just be there to guide the lost.