Then an unexpected face peeked around the corner, his eyes glinting like cut emeralds behind his crystal glasses. It was Harry, returning from his detention- he was about to find out the Quidditch team had won. Her boy looked around at the crowd and they cheered at him. "We won!" Ron cried. Her boy's face was transferred into a picture of radiant happiness.
But Ginny broke off from the crowd and ran towards Harry. The stubby, red-haired girl ran towards him and threw her freckle-splattered arms around his neck. Harry's face shone like a flashlight was focusing on it, a wild, delirious happiness.
Then Hermione's heart gave an unpleasant jolt as her boy kissed the Weasel Tramp. Harry's handsome godlike face kissed the Weasel Tramp, who looked like some vile underwater creature sucking and chewing at her boy's beautiful face. Ginny's ugliness was particularly enhanced next to Harry's tanned face, crystal green eyes and godlike looks.
Hermione felt tears sting her eyes. The Weasel and Her Boy continued to kiss, Harry looking like he was under a spell. How could her boy be kissing this ugly, diseased tramp? Why would he be attracted to someone so ugly and foul and stupid? Hermione felt a lump rising in her throat. She was so upset.
But she didn't want to hurt him. If this was his choice, she had to respect that. And just then, Her Boy looked at her expectantly, as if seeking her approval. There was something vaguely troubled about his expression, or maybe she was imagining that. But Mione blinked away the tears so Her Boy wouldn't even be able to see them, and beamed at Harry.
She was happy for him, because she loved him.
