The Scientist

Something caught onto her hair, and Hermione paused to pull it out. She stared at the culprit, the ring on her left hand, for a moment, looking rather distant as she stared dumbly at the small diamond ring on her finger. /“You’re not in love with him, Hermione, and you know it! Don’t throw away your happiness for settling,” “Do you hear yourself? That’s your best friend,” She yelled, furious, “And you’re telling me to abandon him!”