Hermione's thoughts buzzed about the things the psychic had said. Aside from calling Harry her husband, everything she had said had been accurate. And what did she mean that he would be her husband soon? Was that soon in some cosmic sense or soon as interpreted by two teenagers in love? Were she and Harry in love? They loved each other. They kissed. They comforted each other. They needed each other. They hated to be apart. They would do anything for the good of the other. Oh my god, we are in love! she said to herself. Did husband have some other meaning? No, she had said they weren't married and the woman had said "not yet." She meant husband and P was her husband's initial. Husband? That would make her a wife? They were only 15. What does soon mean anyway?
Harry was silent as well, also caught up in thoughts that were very similar to Hermione's. Bravery? A thirst to prove himself? His strength had increased tenfold because love was with him. He could do what was required of him. This is insane, he told himself. She's a sidewalk psychic for Merlin's sake. But how could she have known so much? And what does she mean that I'm Hermione's husband? The truth was he liked the idea. If he lived long enough, he would like to make Hermione his in every way. But the odds of his surviving were slim and he knew it. He had to kill or be killed. Somehow his 50/50 odds didn't seem very good, not with Death Eaters returning to Voldemort. He hoped those powerful forces that destined them to be together would also keep him alive.
Harry snuck a peak at Hermione who was sitting beside him in the jitney. She was thinking--hard. There was no doubt about that. She didn't look distressed. She did look confused. He wondered if she was thinking about the psychic. He was almost sure she was. He wondered how she liked the idea of being his wife. Did she like the idea as much as he did? Or was she disgusted by the idea of it, of being with him forever. Could she put up with him that long? He summoned his Gryffindor courage and reached out to her. He took her hand in his own, then kissed it. He smiled at her with all the love in his heart showing in his eyes.
Hermione's expression melted as she broke into a beautiful grin. It was all better now. The awkwardness was over. They were back to being Harry and Hermione, teenagers in love. Marriage and saving the world from evil, in whichever order they were to happen, could be dealt with later.