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It was Harry, more than any of her other friends, with whom she felt at home. Harry made her feel safe and strong, and though he’d never said it in so many words, she knew he felt the same. There was almost nothing she couldn’t tell him. Their friendship, so firmly rooted in honesty and trust, had always been intense.
But the intensity of those feelings made it difficult for her to keep her attraction to Harry carefully locked away in its mental box.
In moments like this, when she was sitting close enough to see the glint in his eyes as he told a joke and smell the lingering scent of cologne on his shirt, those feelings crept out of their tightly closed box and swam through her brain.
What would it be like to gently touch the stubble on his jaw? To kiss his wine stained lips? To be held in his strong arms?
Hermione could imagine nothing better. Well, almost nothing.
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Hermione's long standing desire for her best friend finally finds its way out of the box