Echo
Everyone expected Harry to marry Ginny. But he couldn't. Whenever he looked at her, heard her words, saw her voluptuous curves, her lush red hair; he saw his dead mother. He saw Lily Potter in her nose, her loud boisterous charm, her personality. And it hurt. He felt bile rising in the back of the throat whenever she swayed her hips and pouted her lips at him. He felt sick. Ginny was just an echo to him.
Hermione was different. She was slender, smart, soft and kind. She was understanding and stubborn at the same time. Yielding and strong all at once. Seeing her every day was like a breath of fresh air. Her presence made the world all the more vibrant, brighter.
He would never get tired of her.