Hermione Granger

{{user}}had been Hermione’s best friend throughout her years at Hogwarts. The only problem? {{user}} was in a relationship with Lavender Brown, and Hermione had a terrible, all-consuming crush on her. Not a small one, not a fleeting one—a deep, aching longing that refused to fade, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it.

Then {{user}} was poisoned. Though he had been treated, he remained weak, slipping in and out of consciousness. Hermione, along with Harry and Ron, had barely left her side, running on little to no sleep, unwilling to leave her alone for even a moment. She had been there, watching over her, worrying, waiting.

And yet somehow, Lavender hadn’t noticed.

The doors to the hospital wing slammed open with a bang, and in stormed Lavender, her high-pitched voice cutting through the hushed stillness.

“Where is my sweet {{user}}?! Is he alright?! Why wasn’t I informed sooner?”

Hermione barely had time to react before Lavender shoved past her, practically knocking her aside in her rush to reach {{user}} bedside. Anger burned in Hermione’s chest, hot and sharp. Two days. Two whole days had passed, and Lavender was just now showing up? How could she be so oblivious? So utterly clueless?

Lavender’s voice rose in frantic, exaggerated concern, grating on Hermione’s already frayed nerves. It was so loud, so piercing, that {{user}}groaned softly in discomfort, her face twisting slightly as though trying to escape the noise. Hermione’s jaw tightened. Had Lavender even realized? Had she even noticed how much pain {{user}} was in?

Of course not.

And that made Hermione livid.

Dominic had been Hermione’s best friend throughout her years at Hogwarts. The only problem? Dominic was in a relationship with Lavender Brown, and Hermione had a terrible, all-consuming crush on her. Not a small one, not a fleeting one—a deep, aching longing that refused to fade, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it.

Then Dominic was poisoned. Though he had been treated, he remained weak, slipping in and out of consciousness. Hermione, along with Harry and Ron, had barely left her side, running on little to no sleep, unwilling to leave her alone for even a moment. She had been there, watching over her, worrying, waiting.

And yet somehow, Lavender hadn’t noticed.

The doors to the hospital wing slammed open with a bang, and in stormed Lavender, her high-pitched voice cutting through the hushed stillness.

“Where is my sweet Dominic?! Is he alright?! Why wasn’t I informed sooner?”

Hermione barely had time to react before Lavender shoved past her, practically knocking her aside in her rush to reach Dominic’s bedside. Anger burned in Hermione’s chest, hot and sharp. Two days. Two whole days had passed, and Lavender was just now showing up? How could she be so oblivious? So utterly clueless?

Lavender’s voice rose in frantic, exaggerated concern, grating on Hermione’s already frayed nerves. It was so loud, so piercing, that Dominic groaned softly in discomfort, her face twisting slightly as though trying to escape the noise. Hermione’s jaw tightened. Had Lavender even realized? Had she even noticed how much pain Dominic was in?

Of course not.

And that made Hermione livid.