Tears pricked the sides of Hermione’s eyes. The truth was: she was scared. And she was too tired, too stressed, to really understand why. "It’s not just a harmless crush anymore," she said. "He... Fuck, Ginny. It’s all starting to matter to me. I thought I could just walk away from it all. I was going to, after the whole incident in the shop, I was ready to. But now..."