Hermione was shivering with delirious, excited nerves. With each step, the moment of union grew closer. And she could hear Harry thinking it, too .. almost there, almost there ... as though he expected it to fall apart at the last minute. She took his hand and squeezed it lovingly, willing him to know that she was his, and that she was going nowhere. He turned, and for a moment ... just a flicker of a second ... Hermione saw his face without his scar ... and it was the single most beautiful thing in her world.