"But I hated how much I could never get to have you." she again opened and closed her mouth. "Particularly after the first year, when you more than proved you should be here." He leaned far enough down so their foreheads touched. "How I would never get to so much as touch you, how much I hated that someone I liked was someone I would never be able to care about. My parents wouldn’t even let me consider it." his voice dropped. "I hated it. I hated how I could never so much as think about you being mine." Hermione shivered as his arms slid around her waist. "Now I get to have you." 