almost lovers always do.

"It was the shine and glint of the sun on Hermione's skin and glasses that moved Harry through the back door and across the hot tiles, his reflection flying across the water of the pool and his shadow reaching up her legs as he stepped to where she lay." All Hermione ever wanted was a minute of quiet, but he never gave it to her. Neither of them ever gave it to her. But in these moments of no pretending, it wasn't what mattered.