Doubt
"Hermione, do you love me?" Harry asked suddenly.
Hermione's hand paused, fingers caught in the tendrils of Harry's hair. "Of course I do Harry. Why ever would you think otherwise?"
"Fred and George-"
"Fred and George are a pair of no-good trouble makers who have no business sticking their long noses into our relationship!" Hermione interrupted furiously.
Harry raised his eyebrows slowly. "As I was saying; Fred and George were telling me about something Parvati said."
"Oh," Hermione blushed.
"She said that you had a crush on Ron and so… so she didn't know what you were doing with me. And that it was probably for the money."
"That's not right at all Harry. I love you."
"But-"
"I don't know what Parvati thinks she knows about me anyway. We haven't spoken since third year."
"Oh. Okay then. Sorry."