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"I love you, Hermione," said Ron, sinking back in his chair, rubbing his eyes wearily.
Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her chair, turning faintly pink.
"Don't let Lavender hear you saying that," she replied awkwardly. A jealous Lavender was the last thing Hermione needed.
There had been a time when she would have loved to hear Ron say such things, even in jest. But another figure had since replaced him in her dreams; soon after, he had also worked his way into her bed.
She sighed. It was foolish to think that Severus would ever speak words of love to her.
Author's Note: Just in case anyone was curious (I know someone on already asked me about this in a review) the lines this is based on follow:
"I love you, Hermione," said Ron, sinking back into his chair, rubbing his eyes wearily.
Hermione turned faintly pink, but merely said, "Don't let Lavender hear you saying that."
(Page 421, British edition)