involve his pining after Hermione and hating Harry.
Things had almost worked out for the best for all of them. Almost, that is, except for one clearly important aspect of Hermione and Harry’s relationship.
It wasn’t that Harry wasn’t attentive – he was, very much so. She never considered that he didn’t love her, because she knew that he did. His schedule was often busy, what with classes, Quidditch, and the occasional thoughts of not being able to defeat Voldemort. Still, she had reasoned enough that a solution couldn’t interfere with any of these things for long.
The problem was that Harry Potter, one of the most passionate boys she had ever had the luxury of knowing personally, had a bit of trouble touching his own girlfriend. He kissed her, of course, and hugged her, but that was the extent of it. There could be several logical reasons for this, Hermione knew, but every time she managed to start speaking up about it, Harry became disgruntled and ambled off to do something else. If she were a different type girl, one who was not sure of her boyfriend’s love for her, then she might feel as if something were terribly wrong with her.