Hermione is so oblivious sometimes. She must like it that way. She can tell you exactly what's happening half a world away, but can't for the life of her tell you the time.
She found Lupin's secret so easily, it was mere child's play to her. But somehow, she doesn't even notice my secret.
Of course, my secret is different from Lupin's. I, for one, don't turn into a man-eating beast once a month. Okay... maybe I do, but that's still not my secret.
My secret is a bit more complex than his, but not by much. It's far less of a secret, even. Anyone with eyes can tell, given they are willing to open them, that I love Lavender Brown. In *that* way.
She loves me too. I don't have to hear it from her twenty times or get a dozen roses a day to know that. Her face, her hands, her lips, they say it all for her. Her tongue doesn't even have to move for her to tell me "I love you."
Ronald Weasley, on the other hand... he tells Hermione he loves her an average of 67.2 times a day. It's quite obvious in everything he does that he really means it. Ron is the ultimate gentleman, he opens doors, gives flowers and candy, and he even takes her to the muggle cinema on school breaks.
He drops her off at the dormitory each night, doing nothing more risqué than pecking her on the cheek.
As for Lavender, and myself we're not like that at all. We don't even go on "dates," we just do things "together." Going to places together as a couple is the exact same as going as a couple of friends. Superficially, at least.
We sit in the back of a darkened cinema, waiting patiently for the film to begin. Lavender invariably spills popcorn all over herself when the movie hits it's exciting climax. As always, I hold her hand in the dark where no one can see us, though by the time the lights come back on, it is gone.
"If Hermione never figures it out, we'll eventually have to tell her, you know," I whisper to Lavender."
"Yeah... I know. How about now?" she asked, catching me in a quick kiss and shocking the entire room.
All eyes are on us now. "Umn... how about those Harpies? Crazy, isn't it?"