Hermione was walking cheerfully down the hallway, humming to herself. She had just finished a discussion with McGonagall about her preparation for the N.E.W.T.'s where McGonagall had informed her that if Hermione had taken them that very day she would excel at them. Hermione smiled as she thought of her well planned out future. After acing all her exams she would leave Hogworts which had been her home for the past seven years and travel throughout the wizarding world. When she was done traveling she would return and take a teaching spot at Hogworts, or perhaps join the Ministry. Her smile fell a little as she thought of the plans that normally made her so happy. When, in her travels would she find time for him?
She had known him for her entire seven years of Hogworts. His name was said by many, and every time she had heard it in the past she had never felt this way about it. Now when she heard it her heart stuttered and her breath grew ragged. She thought of the elegant way he steered his broom around the Quidditch pitch, about how his hair fell across his face when he studied. She thought about their arguments how passionate he was and how his pale cheeks would flush at the effort. Hermione was a witch in love.
"Hermione?" A voice from behind called out softly. Hermione spun around to see who it was. She drew in a breath as she saw who it was. It was him, the one she had been dreaming of, her beloved-.
In order to not leave a single impossible fanfic shipper unmocked you the reader must make a choice in this matter. You must choose who Hermione's lover is. Will you choose The Chosen One, the One who the prophecy speaks of, Hermione's first friend: Harry? Or perhaps your heart goes another way and you wish to see the fair Hermione in the arms of the red haired boy, whose long legs and short pants have a charm of their own, you know: Ron. Maybe you are more adventurous and dare to ponder inter-house relationships by choosing the beloved Prince of Slytherin: Draco. All you have to do is select who.