Musings on Love

Hermione:

Love is hopeless. Completely, and utterly hopeless.

I mean, how long have I liked him? Since my first year? How many not-so subtle hints have I given him since then? Countless, and yet, he still doesn't seem to realize it, or acknowledge it.

Yes, I know Ronald Weasley is not the brightest of people, but really: if practically the whole school knows it, why can't he? Maybe he just doesn't want to know it. Maybe he just wants to be friends.

For the love of Merlin, have I been making a fool out of myself this whole time?

No, wait. He got really mad in fourth year about me going to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum. Surely that accounts for something. I mean, I don't think he got mad for the reason he said he was mad, if you catch my drift...

And yes, I know we fight ALL the time, but well, under that fighting, there's a current of other feeling, isn't there? Am I just being a delusional, hopeful girl? Am I obsessing over this way too much? Well, can you blame me? I mean, if you've liked one of your best friends for over five years, wouldn't you be a little frazzled too? Especially when you're uncertain as to which if the feeling is mutual.

So love is hopeless. I mean, as far as I can tell, with nothing short of a miracle, will Ron and I get together, no matter how much I really want us to be together, I can't do anything about it, until he does something about it, without me making more of a fool of myself. And Hermione Granger does not go around making a fool of her self; let me tell you that.

Why does he have to be so Ron about it all, though? I mean, Harry's bad enough with girls, but Ron is ten times worse. Why can't he just tell me that he is head over heels in love with me, so we can kiss and have a perfect fairy-tale ending? Why? Why, why, why?

Great. Now in addition to being a Ron-obsessive compulsive know-it-all, I'm also starting to sound like Parvati and Lavender, which is what my absolute life-long dream is to sound like: a boy-crazy bimbo.

But I really can't help it. Every girl wants a perfect ending, don't they? And while an insanely evil overlord may murder one of your best friends at any minute, I should still be able to get the guy, shouldn't I?

Love can make you absolutely crazy. Sometimes I wish I could just grab Ron, and kiss him, full on the lips, just to get the obsessive feeling away.

I mean, that's not my main goal in life: to find a perfect soul mate, but it's definitely on my top ten list of things to do before I die, right under finding a counter-curse for Avada Kedavra, but that's not the point.

The point is I, Hermione Jane Granger, will die a virgin. There's no way around it, at this rate- Ron can barely admit I'm one of his best friends, how are we ever going to kiss?

I could really smack him on the head right now for being so oblivious. And yet, that's one of the things I uniquely hate, and love about it, the very fact that he's naïve.

You know, sometimes I feel like I should go to the Great Hall, stand on top of Gryffindor table, and shout, "I AM INSANELY IN LOVE WITH RONALD WEASLEY, AND I WANT TO DO NOTHING MORE THAN KISS HIM SILLY RIGHT THIS MINUTE!"

Of course, if I ever pulled a stunt like that, I would most likely be carted off to St. Mungo's. Which wouldn't be very good for our relationship.

So, I come to this conclusion about being madly in love with your best friend- it is absolutely hopeless.