A/N: I was inspired to write this after watching Splendor (written and directed by Gregg Araki). I decided to make this a little pet project of mine. I probably won't finish it anytime soon considering how scatter-brained I am, but I'll attempt it. Anyway, this fic won't be exactly like the movie, but it is heavily based on it. (It's actually better if you haven't seen the movie so you'll be more surprised with the plot. Also, I recommend listening to the Splendor soundtrack to help set the mood. It really is quite good.)

This takes place post-Hogwarts and post-War, though it completely disregards the Epilogue. Normally, I hate first-person POV, but it had to be done. The italics are a narration from Hermione's POV, while the rest will be in third-person.

This story is un-beta'd, so please notify me of any mistakes you find (no matter how big or how small) via review. I'll do my best to proofread, but I am only human and I'm sure to miss some things. Reviews are appreciated!

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter series belongs to our lovely queen, J.K. Rowling, and Splendor belongs to the brilliant Gregg Araki. Anything you may recognize obviously does not belong to me.

Love is a mysterious and baffling thing.

See, I was raised in your average Muggle household. I had two loving, conservative parents who owned and worked at a dental office and we lived comfortably in a two story house on the nicer side of town.

Things changed, however, two months before my twelfth birthday, when I got the letter that would forever change my life. I found out that despite my heritage, I was, as I had always known, special. I was a witch.

I decided then and there that I was no longer content with just the Muggle world. I had to get out, explore this new magical world that I was being given the opportunity to become a part of. So, I went shopping for everything I would need at Hogwarts, packed my trunk and awaited the arrival of September 1st.

Anyway, it all started on Halloween. I had been in the loo, throwing myself a pity party and crying my eyes when someone decided to let loose a mountain troll in the castle. And when said troll terrorized a helpless twelve year old girl in a secluded bathroom, who came to my rescue? Why, Harry and Ron, of course. Somehow, I didn't quite know at that moment just how big a part in my life they'd come to play.

Eight years, six run-ins with a megalomaniac dark lord, and a second Wizarding War later, we'd finally started to lead a semblance of a normal life.

After the war, Harry headed straight to Auror training to help the Ministry catch the remaining Death Eaters that had survived, while Ron decided to follow a career in professional Quidditch and soon became the reserve Keeper for the Tutshill Tornados. I, on the other hand, had no idea what I wanted. A part of me didn't even think I'd make it passed the war, but now that I had, well, I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. So, I decided to go back to Hogwarts to finish my N.E.W.T.s. Once I graduated, I took up managing a small bookstore about two blocks away from my flat while continuing my education to become a Healer.

All was well in our lives. Or, at least, I'd thought so.

See, Harry had always had that whole 'Prince Charming' thing going for him. He was sweet and kind and generous; he was selfless and heroic and all he wanted was for the people he cared about to be happy. Somehow, after knowing this brilliant man for nearly ten years, I'd unknowingly fallen in love with Harry Potter.

But then there was Ron, who was insensitive and moody and immature; but was also funny and brave and loyal. All the bickering and fighting we'd done throughout the years left us with some unresolved sexual tension, to say the least. As time passed I came to realize, however, that it was no longer just lust I felt for him. I was actually in love with Ron Weasley.

And therein laid my predicament; I was in love with both of my best friends.