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I don't know when I first knew that I loved him. Maybe it was when he cried out in his sleep that summer before our seventh year began. Or maybe it was when I crawled into his bed, hoping that I could comfort him. Or when he grabbed me in his sleep one night, and when he woke, he didn't apologize like he usually did. Or, maybe it was when he jumped on that troll to save me.
It doesn't really matter anymore. The bottom line is, I love him. And I can't tell him. I don't know if he feels the same way, and it's driving me nuts. I've even looked it up in the library, but all I found was a book of love spells, and I would never do that to him. I think he's noticed. I think everyone has noticed- even Ron. But I don't know if he's noticed that I've changed, or that I've changed because I love him.
I looked in the dictionary to see if there was a name to what I'm feeling. Unresolved: not solved; not brought to a conclusion; subject to further thought. I can't decide whether to tell him or not. Whether to risk our friendship or not. Whether every glance we share, every touch that sends shivers down my spine, if those smiles are made simply for me, or if I'm just wishing for things that aren't real.
Every time that he says something, I take it apart, analyzing every word, every period, every comma, until all that's left is a bundle of confusion. I can't talk freely anymore, for fear that my secret will just come bursting out.
Ron's getting annoyed, I can tell. He leaves us alone, left to wallow in our own uncertainty. Things are so uncomfortable between me and him. Sometimes I'm ready just to blurt it all out, consequences be dammed. But then I look at him, with his black hair that's just begging to be brushed, and my resolve melts. How could I possibly risk all that I have with him?
I spend more time in the library, half hoping that he'll come in, and spend time with me, half hoping that he'll just leave me alone. Meanwhile, we're all fighting the war. Everyday bad news comes in, and I'm just waiting for word to come that my parents are dead. But expectation doesn't make the loss any easier.
It's a Tuesday. It's cloudy outside, but otherwise the sky is clear. I'm sitting at the lake with Harry and Ron when one of the school owls comes over to us. I start to shake when it drops a letter down on my lap. I'm not expecting any mail, and I didn't send any letters to my parents. I open it, already crying on the inside.
Dear Hermione Granger,
Last night, at 10:34 pm, we received an owl from Oxford, England that suspicious activity was taking place at 106 Alfred Street. We immediately sent out a team of aurors, only to find the Dark Mark and two bodies. Since then, we have identified these bodies as one Jane and one Mark Granger.
We are sorry for your loss.
Sincerely,
Gawain Robards
Gawain Robards
Head of Aurors
Department of Magical Law Enforcement
As I started sobbing, I felt the letter being taken gently out of my hands, and almost instantly, being surrounded in two pairs of arms. As I buried my head into the nearest chest, I recognized the smell. Harry. My comfort. I couldn't lose him now. Now, he was my everything.
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