Ever since Ron had broke her heart, Hermione began to notice other boys. Seamus Finnigan. Dean Thomas. Neville Longbottom. Even... even Harry. Harry, with his untidy black hair, his striking face with the dark features, his green eyes, his warm personality. Hermione had always thought of him as a brother, but now that she actually started noticing boys, she noticed Harry as well. But she couldn't like Harry, not while he and Ginny liked each other. Hermione, even though it may have saddened her, hoped that they would get together. Ginny seemed to make Harry happy whenever she was around, and all Hermione wanted was Harry to be happy. They were best friends, after all. Hermione stared at her book, not reading at all. She was supposed to be studying, but she couldn't do it. Everything from her love life to You-Know-Who absorbed her thoughts. She wished she could block it all out. All of it, the torn heart, the stress of You-Know-Who, the developing crush on Harry, the lingering heartbreak over Ron. It was just tearing her sanity.