Apathy
Hermione lay face down on her bed in the dormitory. She was trying her hardest not to destroy Lavender's possessions. She knew it would do no good for her frustrations.
And so she lay; fuming.
And so she lay; distraught and angry with herself. She wished she could be bolder. She wished she had told him the truth before her.
But what could she do now?
And that was when Hermione had the realization of what she could do: nothing.
And so she lay; not caring.
She heard a soft knock at the door. Pavati walked in, carrying the school books she'd left behind in the library.
"I don't think he likes her, you know. I think he's using Lavender to make you jealous," Parvati said, sitting gently on the bed. "But he's definitely not her type. I blame the quidditch playing; it's got her blindsided." Parvati was rambling, trying to make Hermione feel better, it was obvious it was not working.
Hermione's voice was dead monotone as she spoke for the first time, "Parvati, I'm apathetic towards him now. I don't care. I know I've said it before; I mean it this time."
And so she lay; in more pain than she was willing to let anyone see.