[harry pov]
I still remember the feeling I got when I saw her the very first day on the Hogwarts Express, she was the very first girl I met on the train. Ron thought she was loony, but I liked her. Her wit, her charm, her beauty, she reeled me right in.
I began to like her as our first year progressed, although I couldn't say so. She saved Ron and I so many times, I couldn't count all of the occasions on one hand. And then, she proved herself even more when I had to face Professor Quirell and Voldemort, she helped me get to him and she helped me defeat him. I really liked her by the time second year began. I was practically devastated when I found out she had been petrified.
My liking for her grew even more in our third and fourth years. Third year when we ventured back in time with the time turner. We spend so much time alone, I wouldn't be surprised if Ron hadn't envied me for the night. And, in fourth year when Hermione continued to help me through the Triwizard Tournament even when my odds were hopeless and then when she showed up to the Yule Ball in that beautiful Lavendar colored dress. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her.
And all of those times she risked her life for me. Did she really like me? Does she like me in that way? I mean, you can't risk your life for a person if you don't love them can you? My mom and dad could probably answer that one.
But, she's my best friend, and I wouldn't want to ruin our friendship. That would totally devastate me. It would leave me in pieces to know that Hermione Jean Granger would no longer be part of my life because of some stupid decision I made. No, I wouldn't let that happen. I couldn't. But I really really like her. I mean, what would you do?
