Crush
Hermione looked pretty today, Harry noted dreamily. He was propped up on his elbow, gazing at her with adoration.
Hermione noticed his stare with a confused raised eyebrow. "Is there something on my face?"
She frowned at the intensity of his look. "…A lot of somethings on my face?"
"No," Harry assured her sweetly. "You look perfect."
"Riiiiight," she nodded, and edged away nervously.