Coming Together
The battle was done. They had won. Hermione almost couldn’t believe that it was finally over. But as she looked up across the battlefield, across the blasted rubble and strewn bodies, her gaze fell on one man and he headed straight for her.
She broke into a run. She hadn’t seen him since they had rescued him and the others from Malfoy Manor. It seemed so long ago now. Almost like a lifetime but as Dean took Hermione into his arms it felt like no time at all had passed.
She still fit like the last puzzle piece clicking into place. His arms still felt home and safety. And when he looked her in the eye as he brushed a stray curl behind her ear, she still held her breath like that first time. She waited for him to lean in and his lips brushed so softly against hers as he waited for her to do something.
Unable to wait any longer. Unwilling to let this back and forth dance continue, she pressed up onto the balls of her feet, wrapped her arms around his neck and she kissed him.
This moment had been a long time coming, and it was more amazing and exhilarating than she had ever imagined.