While Hermione looked as if she were poring over her Charms homework, she was actually contemplating telling Severus that she loved him. It would certainly require tact, sincerity, and most likely many assurances. He seemed nervous while he was alone with her.
'Should I, or shouldn't I?' Hermione shook her head. 'You're not a kid anymore. He loves you, just tell him that you love him…'
Of course, it wasn't nearly that easy, was it? This was Severus Snape she was thinking of. The mean, surly, furtive Potions Master.
'I have nothing to lose,' thought Hermione.
"Excuse me, Professor Snape?"
