Shifting in her seat, Hermione turned her face to him; she knew he was  trying  to help her find her way home, but she struggled to think through the cloud of desire that seemed to fill her mind. And her judgment. Their lips met in a searing kiss. It was a mix of excitement and a touch of mourning for what could never be. A future, a chance to explore what was blossoming between them. This... this would become nothing more than a dream. A blink of time. Would she even remember it? She hated the idea she could ever forget this— she wanted to commit it to memory. Commit  him to her memory. 