AN: Another drabble prompt. My word, "Love".

Harry watched as Hermione sat down after attempting to impale Ron with birds. She was once again sobbing and Harry took her hand. She continued to lean on her shoulder crying, although Harry wasn't sure why. Did she not see it? Ron was one of her best friends, how could she not see it? The way Ron looked at her, laughed with her, teased her. It was so obvious it hurt. He didn't say anything though. He just continued to comfort his best-friend. He knew, in the end, everything would be alright between the two. They loved each other.