"I love him more than I’ve loved anyone– and for longer than I care to admit," Hermione smiled softly, "I think a part of me has always known. There was always this pull, and I tried to just ignore it. Told myself it was a silly schoolgirl crush and I just fancied him and would get over it. I even tried to convince Harry and Ron that it was silly, though I think even they saw right through me. Not once did they try to dissuade me from my feelings. I- I think that right there is enough of a sign that this– this bond, is exactly where I am supposed to be, with Draco," Hermione stared into the fire in the hearth, reds, orange, and gold dancing in her vision. 