I looked around the platform for Ron. I hadn't seen Valerie since she was crying in the Gryffindor common room, and I was glad. Did she know about me and Ron? Had Ron not told her, and it would be sprung upon her when Hermione went home with them? Why, I thought, did everything have to be so complicated? Why did Malfoy ever petrify me? Why did McGonagall find me and cause all this pain?
I looked over, and I saw Ron. I ran into his arms, and he whispered into my ear with a soft voice, "I love you,"
"I love you too," I said to him, "Even though you have the emotional range of a teaspoon," he laughed, and looked at me with his clear blue eyes. Then his eyes wandered, and I turned and saw Valerie.
"Dad!" She shrieked, and started sobbing. "Why?" I looked at Ron. Why had I decided to come to their house so soon after Lavender left?
"'Mione, she'll come to her senses soon," said Ron. I hoped.
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FantasyValerie won't talk to Hermione or Ron. Both Scorpius and James are acting jealous, and Hermione is starting to wonder. Would it just have been better if she had never woken up?
