Hermione was in a lethal mood the days following Ronald’s announcement in the Daily Prophet. Not because he was with Lavender. She knew that was inevitable. It wasn’t even because a piece of her was jealous. She didn’t want Ron. Not anymore. Not after everything that had happened. But the feeling of inadequacy was what grated on her. Lavender was something Hermione never could be. A seductress. Tempting to the opposite sex. Hermione could never hope to achieve that kind of power over any man. No one would want her that way. No one’s eyes would rake over her body like she’d watched Ron’s roam over Lavender.