It's been a year since the battle at Hogwarts. A year since we defeated Voldemort. A year since we lost Fred. A year since we lost Ramus, Tonks, Dobby...and many many others. It's also been a year since I've seen Harry. Harry Potter, my best friend, my partner in crime, my soul mate...
I guess I should start this from when we were all living together, when we ran away, hunting Horcruxes.
Hermione tells the story of how she fell in love with The Boy Who Lived. A year after the war, she meets him again, feeling the same as she did before they parted.