Hermione gulped. "Alright ... little Celesca Lovegood told me that Harry loves me more than I do him. I didn't believe it, until I felt it. I could feel that I was holding back at the last hurdle ... but it's a hurdle that Harry has already crossed, and I don't know how to, or why I'm rearing up from even making the jump. And every fibre of me wants to copy Harry and leap over the final fence and join him.