For that was when it had truly come alive for her. She could have told Harry how she felt about him then ... or at any of the other million moments that came later. But there was always a later ... another time, another vague point in the future, when Hermione would finally find the courage to lay her heart open before her first and truest love ... there was always a tomorrow. Only now ... even that concept was about to be cruelly snatched away from her.