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heart hammering, stomach in twists, Harry has been in enough life-or-death situations to know this moment is do or die. up close, Hermione looks just as terrified, her small, round lovely face is uncertain and expectant and thrilled, and he wonders if she can see his fear, like he can see hers, if she understands that it’s not fear of what was about to happen, but of it not happening, should she run away, turn back, change her mind.
But merlin, if she isn’t a Gryffindor; she suddenly leaps forward, closing the gap between them, beautifully brave, she kisses him.
