Prompt Fifty: Love


Love was not logical and that was what Hermione Granger hated about it. She hated that she had no control over it, because, on the contrary, it seemed to control her.

She sighed and shifted in the bed, trying to block the red-head from her mind. Love was stupid. There wasn't any rationality in it. It didn't make sense. It was unfathomable.

She rolled her eyes and stared up at the canopy of her bed. You had no choice over who you fell in love with. She, for example, had fallen for the wrong Weasley. Her hands came up and covered her face.

Oh, God, this was awful.

Charlie? she thought, groaning. She was not in love with Charlie Weasley because it did not make sense. She didn't care what he said. Or her malfunctioning brain said. Or anyone said, for that matter.

She huffed out a breath, annoyed, and curled into the blankets.

Love. Psh. Yeah, right.


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