How could one girl get so lucky? All her life Hermione had believed she would never have friends. But shortly into her Hogwarts life Ron and Harry stepped in. They were everything she'd ever hoped for. It was risky being friends with Harry, but he was worth it.

Ron was another story. He came as a package deal. In order to be his friend, she had to accept his family. But she did so whole heartedly. All of the Weasley's made her feel like she was one of the family. There was many a time when she thought of one of them as her brothers or sister.

But things could never be perfect. Her secret lived deep inside of her. Many nights she would stay awake thinking things over. If only she could tell Harry and Ron. But she had been sworn to secrecy by Dumbledore. Only a select few knew.

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The time passed quickly. Each year was marked by something terrible happening and Harry always being so very close to death. But somehow he always made it. In her third year she realized she had a crush on him. The boy who lived. How ironic it really was. Now when she thought about it she couldn't help but laugh. Back then it had seemed like the worst thing in the world.

The crush had faded quickly. But it was soon replaced by another. Each and every day she endured his taunts. She always reacted, never backed down. She wasn't one to be thrown around. She could see he found it all to be quite amusing indeed, though he never showed it. She knew better.

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"Hey Hermy, wanna watch us practice?" Ron's voice interrupted Hermione's train of thought for the millionth time.

"Ron, you know very well not to call me that. And you also know that I find Quidditch practice to be about as exciting as watching my toenails grow."

Ron smirked at her. "Fine then. Enjoy the library."

And then she was alone.

When it came to Quidditch, she tried to find enthusiasm. It just never worked. She could stand the games. Something interesting was almost guaranteed to happen. But practice? Ugh.

Everyone knew she found peace in the library. It was quite easy getting Ron and Harry to stay away. Almost too easy. If they knew what she really did there they would surely hate her. He was after all, the enemy.

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"I thought you got lost." He shot at her the moment she appeared.

"Shove it, Rat Boy."

"Hmm…that's a new one. It's a nice change from Ferret Face."

Hermione couldn't help but smile. For the first time she noticed his appearance for the day. Blue jeans and the hooded sweatshirt she had gotten him for Christmas. It was the first time he'd worn it, and she was pleased to see she had been right about it bringing out his eyes.

"See something you like?"

"Don't flatter yourself."

"I don't have to. You do it for me."

She felt herself blush. It was true. She was always complementing him on something. He was quite brilliant. It had just taken him some time to find his true potential. Not to mention her help.

"Are you planning on just standing there all morning?"

"You're a pain the ass, you know that, right?"

"All the more reason for you to love me."

Oh God.

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