"It feels like this" Harry said simply fold her into his arms as a sign of comfort.
Why did it have to be her, why couldn't he have seen that she was more madly in love with him than Lavender could ever be.
Sat on the steps with her best friend holding her as she sobbed, deep body shaking sobs that she thought would never stop Hermione thought of all that she had done for Ron and how he never seemed to notice, how she was probably the reason that he was still around to be snogging Lavander in the first place. It made her sadness turn to rage. Now the heart broken sobs turned to tears of frustration.
Harry seemed to notice this change in her and slowly almost tentatively spoke her name. "Hermione?" It was more of a question. She looked up at him slowly there was a fire in her eyes he had not seen before what was it? Then he recognised it, it had manifested in his own eyes many times before it was a look that could only be quelled by one thing. Revenge.
"Shh, calm yourself down," Harry tried to soothe her whilst stroking her back. This did little to ease her mood but she tried to stop crying for a second to placate him. Her mind was whirring, searching for the best way to get back at Ron, anything that would hit him exactly where it hurt. Then it dawned on her.