Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me

Her hair wasn't straight and shiny, but bushy and dull. Hermione Granger wasn't a typical beauty by any stretch of the imagination. But yet Harry found himself staring, watching her dance with Victor Krum at Fleur and Bill's wedding. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips painted a soft pink. Her soft blue robes fit her perfectly. But she was seemingly dull looking next to Ginny. Her vibrant and shiny red hair dancing in the breeze. Ginny wore a shiny gold dress, and she seemed to just sparkle. And yet, Harry's attention was more focused on Hermione granger, who did a very unhermione-ish girly spin, as Ginny looked at her dressed, and they giggled girlishly together.

I don't want to leave her now
You know I believe her now

Harry thought about the past seven years with Hermione. She had never left his side, and it was quite clear, would follow him to hell and back, despite his protests. His mission, was not only to find and destroy the seven Horcruxes, defeat Voldemort, but to make sure she isn't murdered in the process.

Somewhere in her smile she knows
That I don't need no other lover
Something in her style that shows me

Hermione walked over to him, a small but confident smile on her lips. She whispered "hey" softly in his ear, as she hugged him gently, and laid her head on his shoulder. Harry just noticed how comforting her touch was, how perfect her scent was, and just how much he loved that frizzy hair that seemed to tickle his nose.

You're asking me will my love grow
I don't know, I don't know
You stick around now it may show
I don't know, I don't know

She grabbed his hand, leading him to the dance floor. His hand slipped to her hips as he pulled her closer too him. They swayed together in time with Mrs. Weasley's favorite love song. A song that even Fleur seemed to enjoy.

Something in the way she knows
And all I have to do is think of her
Something in the things she shows me

It was as if every worry that was running a marathon in his mind vanished while he was holding her. She giggled softly as she watched Mr. and Mrs. Weasley dance together, but then looked straight in Harry's eyes.

"I'll never leave you." She whispered. He knew it, he always knew it. Hermione's been the one and only by his side for years, and if Harry could help it, she'd be there for many more years to come.

Don't want to leave her now
You know I believe her now

Harry instinctively knew what every guy should do at this moment in time. He slowly wrapped his arms around her, and brought her closer to him. And without a moment's hesitation he kissed his very best friend. Chapped lips rubbed against sweet lipgloss, his hand gently rubbing the small of her back as her arms wrapped around his neck. It wasn't passionate or fiery or blazing, but it was perfect…just like his Hermione.