Why is it that he's always looking at her, but not me? What's so different between us? I mean, granted that she is pretty, but still! She's always so damn moody! She's always crying in the bathroom over Cedric, and she always looks so sullen!
What's wrong with me? Why is it that she looks pretty no matter what she does, yet I have to spend hours on my appearance, and even then I don't compare?
As much as I hate to admit it, I, Hermione Granger, am jealous of Cho Chang. I want to make Harry stare like she can. I want to be pretty. I want to be popular, like she is.
Oh look, now I've gone and spilt my secret. How careless of me. I have no idea when it happened, but at some point, I must have fallen for Harry. It's the only logical conclusion, I don't usually even bother with such trivial things such as what Cho Chang does.
However, no matter how deeply in love I might be with Harry, I know I could never compare to a beautiful girl like Cho Chang, and that if he knew my feelings, he would never speak to me again. So the only thing I can do is sit and wait, until the butterflies I feel when Harry's around subside, and just watch him fall for her, while I sit here in silent pain.