And in that moment, when Harry couldn’t stand it anymore, got up and walked straight to where Hermione was curled up and extended his hand, silently asking for the honor of this dance. Her honey eyes raised slowly up to him and Harry could see how broken she was, the state in which she remained since Ron left them and the feel of betrayal was all they could both comprehend. Hermione was wondering for a brief moment if this wasn’t a joke but knew Harry very well, knew him more like he knew himself, though this was new. For the most part she hesitated in accept it knowing this wasn’t the normal protocol for two best friends… alone, in the middle of nowhere and hiding. But, since when their friendship has been normal?
And so, she accepted his hand.
Slowly and methodically, Harry surrounded her waist with one arm while his other hand took hers and both felt the closeness and the tension building up in a tender air. It wasn’t clumsy or awkward. It was real and lovely, both moving in tempo with the song with nothing in their way to stump over or distract them.
Without a thought or consciousness, a gentle smile appeared in their faces and the sadness and tension was blown away with these minutes of joy, unaware of any other sign of life in the world outside of them, outside the tent, because it was only them, alone against the world.
Harry appreciated now how Hermione’s features softened with that simple smile and how her eyes made the world look bearable knowing she would never leave him even if he’d asked her to. And that was the reason he smiled too. Just for her.
Hermione noticed his smile and the thought of a life without him almost broke her again, so she scolded herself not wanting to ruin the moment. She would never think of it again and decided to concentrate on the song, on his hand holding her and she closed the gap between them, feeling lighter and lighter while moving along his body and the world might be crumbling around and she wouldn’t notice.
If only the song was forever…