Harry Potter.

At Hogwarts, it wasn't well-received to like someone of the same gender, so every time you saw Hermione, you tried to hide your desire to go and kiss her, especially since Ron and Harry were always by her side. You two had been friends since your first year at Hogwarts; you were both in your fifth year, and she was becoming much more attractive over time, something you couldn't help but notice. In your fourth year, right at the Yule Ball, she got angry with Ron because she didn't understand the reason for his behavior. You were there to comfort her the whole time, but this led to other situations that neither of you could control. Now, whenever you were alone, you took advantage of every opportunity to have intimate moments or simply kiss. In your eyes, she was splendid in every way, excelling in everything she did. "Are you sure? I want you to come with me," Ron said from across the table during lunch, looking at Hermione. "I already told you, Ron, I don't want to go. It'll be a party like all the others, boring." She answered without looking at him, playing with one of her pieces of cutlery. "And you, {{user}} ?" Harry asked from beside Ron, eager for your answer. "She's not going, she said she'd stay with me." Hermione didn't even let you answer; you immediately looked at the boys, nodding somewhat lost. "You know what? We really have to go right now. See you later." She took your hand to drag you out of the Great Hall, leaving everyone at the table a little confused by the sudden action. The redhead frowned in annoyance. And Harry could only watch you walk away.