𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓙. 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻. wlw

Harry: —Hermione, don't get your hopes up. Do you really think a Slytherin like Eleanor Rosier would choose you?

Ron: —It's a Rosier… this is never going to work.

Hermione tried to hold back her tears, but ended up sobbing silently.

Hermione: —Perhaps… perhaps they're right…

Leonor appeared behind them and heard everything.

Leonor: —No. They don't have it.

He approached Hermione and took her hand.

Leonor: —Hermione, look at me. I chose you.

Hermione looked up, still sobbing.

Leonor: —And I don't care that you're a Gryffindor. I love you, Hermione.

Hermione hugged her tightly.

Hermione: —I thought you'd get tired of me someday…

Leonor: —Never.