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I hate that she's always around him. In class, in the library, in Hogsmeade, in one of their escapades, always. She won't leave his side for a minute; she acts as if they were some bloody kind of Siamese twins.

I hate that he spends all his free time with her. He never talks to me, he never recognizes me, I'm nothing to him. I'm here for him; he only has to reach out with his hands and call my name, but he's too thick to realize it.

I hate that she can't be angry with him, even when she reproaches him for something he had (or hadn't) done.

I hate the way how she smiles at him, flashing her ugly beaver teeth. I hate how she throws her head back, sending that bush of hair flying in the air as they laugh together. I hate how the two of them stroll down the path leading to Hagrid's hut, comfortably holding each other's hands.

My blood boils when I see her hugging him, comforting him when he's hurt and pained, when he feels the whole Wizarding world is against him, when the burden on his shoulders once in a while becomes too heavy. I could kill her with my bare hands when she sneaks up to the Hospital wing, watching out for him while he's recovering from one of his injuries.

I hate that I can't be a part of his life because of Hermione bloody Granger.