“I’ll be heading to bed now,” Hermione mumbled to Harry.
Harry nodded in response, not really paying much attention. He was instead focused on the game that the Gryffindors were playing.
Hermione walked to the stairs and made her way to her bed. It was tucked into a corner and laying on it was loads of books. She was studying before Ginny pulled her out of bed to the common room.
Hermione muttered a spell that put all her books back into her trunk and she sat on her bed. She felt a tear fall down her face and she quickly wiped it away. She didn’t know why she was crying, honestly. When she tried to figure it out, as she does with everything, her mind went back to Ronald Weasley. More specifically, Ronald Weasley kissing Lavender Brown.
She couldn’t figure out why this would make her cry, or even sad. She should be happy for him. She laid her head on her pillow and looked up.
“Why… why does him kissing her make me feel this way?” She mumbled in confusion.
More tears fell from her eyes and she didn’t bother wiping them away. She was too consumed in her thoughts. Millions of possibilities, yet none made sense. She was never sad when other people were snogging, not even when she saw Victor Krum kissing a girl in the bathroom.
What made this different? What made Ron different? Is it because they’ve been friends for so long? That couldn’t be it. She would be happy for Harry if it were him.
Her and Harry had been friends for the same amount of time. She loved Harry, yet the idea of him snogging someone didn’t bring tears to her eyes. Why did Ron and Lavender kissing make her feel nauseous?
Then she realized. She loved Ron. Not the way she loved Harry though. No, this was different. She’s finally figured out what she’d been feeling for years. She wished it was her that he kissed, not Lavender. She wants to make him happy, she wants to be Lavender.
Hermione Jean Granger was in love with Ronald Bilious Weasley.