"I love you. And I understand if you don’t feel the same way yet- it’s only been a couple of days." he dragged a hand through his hair, his head dropping to the back of the couch, his eyes on the cornice above the fireplace. "Hell, I understand if you don’t even believe me. You've been there in the back of my heart for years. A testament to all the wrong choices I’ve made, and the few pitiful right ones. The "Should have’s that haunted me for ages. And then at your graduation, that speech you made. I got help after that. The only thing that made Blaise stop talking about you was Luna, and then Scorpius..." he swallowed, his eyes dropping to hers again and with only a moment’s hesitation, Hermione leaned in and kissed him. He wasn’t expecting it.