‘Sure Harry,’ responded Hermione with a smile as she folded her arm around his. ‘Ready to go Hermione?’ asked Harry as he playfully offered his arm to Hermione. Harry loved her even more as a friend and since they had destroyed the locket with the newly acquired sword of Gryffindor, their friendship was the strongest it had ever been. Ever since Hermione had rejected his advances, Harry had noticed a difference in his relationship with her. Nearly a month had passed since there narrow escape from Godric’s Hollow and thanks to Hermione’s tender love and care, Harry was as fit as a fiddle once more.
On a chilly, clear early spring morning, Hermione and Harry were once again packing up their tent in preparation to leave their camp. This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author.
