"Look, 'Mione, it's not as simple as all that."
"Seamus, you're being stupid! Why can't you see that he fancies you?"
I had to admit, sometimes you did have to be rather blunt with that bloke. From my place behind the curtains, I had a fairly good shot of them both. Just as long as they didn't see me.
"And what, pray tell, gives you that idea?"
"Well, if you weren't so terribly-"
I do believe Hermione is above the word 'bloody'. Merlin knows she feels that way.
"-dense, you'd be able to see that for yourself."
"Oh sure. Look, it's plain to see he doesn't feel that way about me."
"Bloody hell, Seamus!"
Well, maybe not.
"Take a look in his sketchbook. Just look at him the next time you two talk. For Heaven's sakes just let him talk to you! You can see it in his eyes that he is completely mad for you!"
"You're crazy, Hermione."
Seamus left and Hermione, still staring resolutely forward, called out, "Well you might as well come out, then."
I stumbled out of the little alcove in the wall.
"You knew?" I asked disbelievingly. I personally thought it was a rather spectacular choice of refuge.
"Of course I knew."
Who was I kidding? This is Hermione we're talking about!
"Soo...?"
"Soo...That little...leprechaun is the most insufferable git I have ever met!
"Oh, Hermione, such language!"
All I got in return was a natural Hermione glare.
"You need to talk to him!" I mimicked her earlier advice.
Another glare.
"Well, clearly that is not going to work. We'll just have to come up with something else."
Ron and Harry have definitely rubbed off on her.