DICLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, or the Harry Potter world, or related characters, or blah blah blah.
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She had been dismissive the first time she'd met him. On the Hogwarts Express, he had got dirt on his nose.
Dirt! On his nose! Honestly.
By the end of first year, they had been…acquaintances. Not friends, really.
By the end of second year, she had admired his bravery, his loyalty, his love for family. They were friends.
By the end of third year, he had been a good friend.
By the end of forth year, he was her best friend, and her crush.
By the end of fifth year, he was like family as well.
By the end of sixth year, she'd cried on his shoulder and loved him.
Because now it was the start of seventh year, and he was her secret. He was her love, and her heart, and her pain, and her secret. The dirt on his nose had only been the start. She had come to love the clumsy, forgetful, sweet, adorable, perfect way he was.
Just a shame he didn't feel the same.
She reached out and took his discarded homework, and began to correct it. Her way of saying: No matter what happens, I'll be here to help you and pick up the pieces.
"Get off, Hermione! I can do my own homework! I don't need you!" Ron exploded, and snatched the homework back. He stalked up to the boy's dormitory.
She watched him go, and died just a little more inside.
