The facts are these – Hermione loves Harry.
She’s never qualified the sentence before. Not in love. Not like a friend. Not like a brother. Not just when he’s being daft; not just when he’s being heroic and charming.
It’s always been there, a part of her she doesn’t have to think about, like breathing, and just as vital. It’s that simple and that complicated.
She loves him and that’s really all there is to say about that. [x]