That's why Harry is mad at me. He doesn't think I'm taking any of that into consideration - that I'm not thinking of Tonks or Teddy when I think about how I feel about you.

[ It's hard for her to think about that future, considering - but at the same time it's far, far too easy for her to dismiss it. That Remus, the one that's her professor, that wanted to run away with them, that married Tonks and had a child and died, it's an entirely different person. The Remus sitting beside her, holding her, making her feel warm all over and causing her heart to beat rapidly out of her chest? He was the one she cared about, had feelings for, wanted to stay here with.

Hermione moves, letting her cheek rest against his shoulder as she glances up, eyes barely seeing anything more than his chin. She isn't entirely sure she wants to gauge his reaction to this but, she knows, rationally, it's something she should bring up before they get any deeper into this. ]

And he's right, I'm not, but not in the way he thinks. Because the person you are in the future is irrelevant to how I feel about you, the way I feel when I look at you. You're two completely different people to me and I needed you to know that. That the way I feel about you isn't coloured by who you come to be.