They're all wrong.
I mean me, Hermione Jean W- I mean Granger fancy Harry Potter?
Is it me or does everyone believe what Rita Skeeter writes? I mean, ever since Viktor read the article, he's become more friendly and obsessive.
He's getting a bit weird. He should know I only think of him as a friend, even though my first kiss was with him, but I didn't count it as that.
Anyways, back to my main topic: Me fancying Harry? Ha! Fat chance. Sorry to disappoint you H/HR shippers, but I do love someone and it's not Harry.
To be honest, I think of Harry as a brother and I reckon he feels the same, but if he ever fancied me, I would tell him straight and let him down gently.
Besides, Ginny has a major crush on him. I hope he realises soon so he can be with her. They make such a good couple.
Anyways, as I said before, I don't love Harry, I love someone else.
He's got red hair, blue eyes, an amazing body... (Not that I've ever seen it, mind you! Even though I wish I do...)
Yep, I think you can guess who it is. Sometimes I sigh because I haven't told him my feelings and the more I keep it in the more I want to burst. I think I will one day.
Can't he see I love him? Yes, I've finally gotten around to admitting it. Sometimes I feel like crying because he might not feel the same way.
I've decided...
I hate him.
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Okay, maybe four years ago I was a bit rash, don't you think?
I could never hate that thick-headed red head. It's just too hard to! Oh, and I think it's definitely safe to say I am now called Hermione Jean Weasley.
Anyways, I think without me having the courage to finally kiss him in a middle of a battle, we would've never gotten this far. I glance at my snoring husband, lying nakedly next to me.
I told him we were having a baby. You should've seen his face. He thought I was leaving him! I roll my eyes and snuggle closer to him. He stirs and awakes. He glances at me and smiles.
"Hello my love. Nice night?" he askes mischeviously. I don't have the heart to give him a playful slap on his arm, so I just snuggle closer.
"Of course. I love you, Ron. You know that right?" my head is on his chest and I look up at him, letting him know my feelings.
"I know because I love you too." and we get lost in each other all over again.
Oh how everyone was wrong four years ago.
A/N: I was bored and I decided to make a short little story of how Hermione was thinking everyone was wrong when they thought she fancied Harry. She loved somebody else all along and you lot know who it is ;).