She wouldn’t call it love. Of course, she loved Ron, but it was mostly platonic. She turned in bed and her first kiss came to mind. If she ever told her eleven-year-old self that her first kiss would be in the Chamber of Secrets during a battle, she would never believe her. It was strange, Merlin, the whole night was strange. It was the second time that she thought she was actually going to die. The first one was in the Malfoy Manor’s drawing-room. Hermione shivered at the memories and quickly swatted them away. Malfoy junior pridefully strolling into a café replaced them and Hermione rolled her eyes.