Remus sighed. He had tried to explain to Harry the basics of love… You know, the fundamentals of it all. How one accepts the light and dark of the other, how one would do anything for the other, and how you feel so strongly that it overrules all else. But…

"It sounds like rubbish to me," said Harry. "I still don't see why Hermione had to start seeing that greasy git."

"She loves him, Harry."

Harry slammed his Charms book on the table. How could Hermione love Snape? That's impossible. He was surly, mean, dishonest, and furtive.

"I hate him."