Hermione laughed at that. She’d never been the one that boys really looked at as more than a homework assistant. They valued her for what she could do for them, but that was fine. She liked feeling useful. She supposed she’d never really looked at the boys around her in any particular way. She’d grown up with them all and remembered their awkward puberty phases. She couldn’t see the boys in Gryffindor tower with anything but sisterly love.