Yet there were times when Hermione lay with only one of them, tender kisses and honeyed words spilled between them. It was the closest the three came to love, as they held the other in their heart and their soul. It was a bond that no one outside of them would understand, a bond that none of them cared to explain. They were in a world of their own, one they never longed to abandon. Was it any wonder then, that others envied them?