"'What does that mean? Granger, tell me what it means, please,"  he whispered. His face looked hopeful, and despite everything, she didn't have it in her to crush his hope. " I like. I like you more than I'd like to admit,"  Hermione quickly looked away, afraid of his reaction. She imagined the look on his face - disgust or maybe even contempt. The witch waited for him to laugh at her feelings, but when she looked up at him, relief flooded his features. A moment later, she was pressed against his chest, his strong arms holding her close. Hermione didn't know what to do, so she just stayed motionless, still waiting for confrontation. After what felt like an hour, his hold loosened. 