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I hate Valentine's Day, thought Hermione. Within two seconds of waking up, her ears had been bombarded with squeals from Lavender.
Trying to ignore the giddy, lovestruck girls around her, she got dressed, brushed her hair and grabbed a book. Unfortunately, Lavender stopped her at the door. "Do you have a Valentine, Hermione?" She asked, her voice sounding an octave higher than usual.
"No," Hermione said shortly before pushing past the now giggling girl. Hermione stomped to the Great Hall and plonked herself down next to Harry.
"Someone's in a foul mood," Seamus noted.
Ron shot him a dirty look. "Don't get her started," he snapped - but it was too late.
"I don't see any point in the ridiculous holiday! It's just another silly excuse for my thick, immature roomates to squeal about some boy all day. Honestly! It's fine for you boys - none of you make a big deal out of it - but I have to put up with Lavender telling me ten times an hour that she's having a wonderful day and prattling on about some note that some stupid boy gave her!"
Hermione glared at her plate. Merlin, how she wanted today to be over.
That evening after dinner, Hermione was studying in the Room of Requirement. Everywhere else - even the library! - there were snogging couples reminding her of the day she hated so much.
Okay, so she didn't hate it. Up until she was ten, she thought it was the sweetest day of all. But after coming to Hogwarts and having to endure her sickeningly shallow roomates, she had come to dread it. The fact that she always spent it alone didn't exactly help.
She was so lost in her thoughts that when she felt a hand rest on her shoulder, she very nearly jumped through the roof.
"Sorry - I didn't mean to scare you."
She turned to see Ron looked at her apologetically. She smiled for the first time all day and said, "It's fine, really. I just wasn't expecting company, that's all."
"Well, if you want to be alone, I'll -"
"No!" Hermione's hand shot out to grab his arm. She immediately let go and looked down at the floor, blushing. "You can stay if you want," she whispered.
He didn't say anyting. Instead, he sat down, and a quick glance at him told Hermione that he was smiling. Trying to banish her blush, she focused intensely on her Herbology report.
"So this is where you disappear to, then?" He asked when she put down her quill five minutes later.
"Only on Valentine's Day," she replied without looking at him.
"Why only on Valentine's?"
"Because," she replied, putting her report in her book bag, "everywhere else is occupied."
He stared at her in confusion. She quickly looked away, busying herself with closing her Herbology text book and carefully putting it in her book bag.
"Oh!" he exclaimed in realisation. She sighed and closed one of the library books she had checked out the day before. She put the other two away, then continued to sit awkwardly, not really knowing what to do. She had not brought a reading book - she had planned to finish her homework and then get lost in her thoughts.
About Ron.
Oh, Merlin.
Here he was, sitting with her, just the two of them, together, on Valentine's Day. She suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to kiss him.
Apparently, he had felt the same.
She suddenly found him kissing her, but a moment after she had realised what was happening, he very quickly pulled away. He started mumbling an apology as his ears burned bright red.
"Don't apologise," Hermione whispered.
Ron stared at her, then kissed her again. About twenty minutes later, as she lay in her bed, about to fall asleep, Hermione thought, I love Valentine's Day.