People just are.

Asked the secret to my existance, that's probably what I'd tell you. Okay, I lied, I'd probably say something like courage or friendship or something, but that's the true answer.

People just are. I don't judge them, I don't pick apart their motives, I don't even think about them much except when it's in relation to me.

I don't judge them by appearance, or purity of blood, or gender, or any of those silly skin-deep things.

Which is probably why, when she kissed me, I kissed back, without a second thought.

She was expecting a huge dramatic angsty scene, I could tell by how tense she was, and the anger in her kiss. She was expecting me to push her away and demand to know what she was doing.

But I didn't need to.

I knew exactly what she was doing. She was kissing me. I'd seen it on her face for a while now, that she wanted me but didn't know what to do with it.

I knew that she'd been focusing on my brother because he was like me, and she was sure she couldn't have me. I knew that she had been building up the courage to do something about her feelings towards one of us for weeks.

I also knew that she'd only chosen me by a slim margin.

I didn't judge her for the kiss. I didn't judge her for her feelings, or for the time it took for her to do something about them.

Hermoine just is. I don't judge her, I don't pick apart her motives, but I have to admit I have been thinking about her a lot lately.

I don't judge her by appearance, though she's beautiful, by purity of blood, which I could care less about, or by gender, which is the same as mine.

Hermoine just is.

And now, we just are.