I listen as he talks, wondering what on earth she see's in him. We are in fourth year, and he is talking about the yule ball. He doesn't have a date yet, and she sounds disgusted as he tell's her that he doesn't care who he goes with, as long as she has a straight nose. I honestly don't know why she puts up with him. I wish she would look else where, would see that he isn't her only option, that other people like her, that she is plenty desirable, that she doesn't need him.
I don't think she even knows who I am. Not many do, I am quiet by nature, very shy around others. I know she wouldn't laugh at me if I asked her out. She would be gentle as she let me down. She would tell me she isn't looking to date, or something along those lines. She wouldn't tell anyone, because that is who she is. She is lovely.
She got engaged to him after the war. I saw it in the paper. I knew it would happen, it was too cliche not to really. It didn't stop the pain. I moved on eventually. I settled down with a nice girl, and I got on with my life. I wondered about her from time to time, would she even recognise me, did she even know my name.
The reunion came twenty years later. I saw her as soon as I entered the room. She was even more beautiful that I remembered. She was dancing with Potter, the two of them laughing. She looked so relaxed, a look that wasn't seen often on her when we were in school. It took all night, but I eventually got the courage to ask her to dance. It was heaven. She made my night as she left, with a small wave.
"Thanks for the dance Wayne."
Hermione Granger knew my name. If I died tonight, I would die happy.