Why does she do this to me?

She doesn't do it to George, so why in Merlin's name does she do it to me?

Get your hands off my girl Ronald! I don't care if she's helping you revise and her hair just happened to fall in front of her eyes. Nor do I care in the slightest that you're madly in love with her.

You can't love her more than I do.

Oh and bugger off Harry. I don't care if you are the chosen one, she's mine and not yours. And you're not getting her.

"You know, you're never going to get her at all if you don't do something soon."

I looked at my twin's grinning face. "Huh?"

"Tell. Her. How. You. Feel."

"Its not that simple."

"Ugh! Yes it bloody well is!"

I frowned and this only made George grin more.

"You know Neville's in love with her too?"

"So?"

"And Malfoy? Did you know about him?"

Pause.

"Hermione? I need to talk to you."

I could feel George's smirk all the way across the common room.