But it would never be real for her, he'd never notice her like that. Her pitiful expression told Harry all that and more in the moment or so that she wore it. So this mocked up picture was as close as she'd ever likely get to living her dream. Harry knew her thoughts innately as he looked into her sad eyes. She'd read the stories as if she were someone else, let herself believe all of Rita's wild embellishments, and then snuck off to her dorm to indulge her heart a moment, in a private place when no-one else could see and laugh at her for imagining the impossible. Then she'd cast that little charm again to hide the pages, hitched the cover-smile back onto her face, and slid back into the sad reality of that "friend zone" that Harry had stupidly confined her to.