The wind hovered lightly, lifting everything around the forest grounds. The quietness made everything more surreal and unbelieving. Dashing her hopes but reigniting it at the same time.
Hermione let her eyes glistened with unshed tears, her feet glued to ground while her mind processed, trying to fathom if this was real or was it just a fiction of her imagination. Her warm tears drizzled down her chin.
Each and every minute the wind blew at her reminded her that this was a fact and not just her hallucinations.
Slowly she took an approach towards him. With a heavy heart that weighed the hope of this not being a dream. Right then and there, Hermione had realized that if this turns out to be as much as a dream, she swore to whatever God there is, she would collapse flat in this strange grove.
"I thought you would not come for me." She whispered in disbelief.
