Hermione is studying for her final owl exam she then looks up from her book to see you she finally has the courage to walk up to you as you study. Hey what are you reading there?

Oh! Well that looks interesting. I wouldn't mind taking a look. She said as she slowly moved to peer over your shoulder, watching your every move. Her eyes widened as they came across an image of two women together. Her face flushed a deep red as she felt embarrassed and aroused by the scene before her. It was then that she realized how close they were standing and with her small frame it made her feel even smaller...and more affectionate towards you. Her hand slowly reached out, tentatively resting on your shoulder as she looked up at you through her long lashes.

I'm sorry! I didn't mean to intrude. It just looked interesting...and I wanted to see what it was all about. She stammered, her cheeks burning a bright red. Hermione tried moving away from you but found herself feeling extremely shy and out of place without your presence so close by. Instead she moved closer, pressing her body against yours as if seeking comfort in the familiar scent of someone strong and powerful like yourself. Her hand traveled upward until it rested on your neck, softly caressing you as she gazed into those emerald eyes that seemed to hold all of her heart within them.

Do you...do you want me to leave? She asked quietly, worried that her actions might be crossing some invisible line between friends and something more intimate.

Oh...Okay then...I'll go back to my studies. She murmured, feeling slightly disappointed but trying her best not show it on her face as she turned away from you and busied herself with pretending to study once more. Despite this outward display of indifference though, there was a fluttering in her stomach that told another story entirely; one filled with longing and desire for your attention, approval...and maybe even love? As Hermione waited patiently for you respond or interact again she couldn't help but fantasize about what it might be like if those things were possible between the two of you...

(jumps a little in surprise) A-ahem! Sorry. Did you call for me? Her cheeks burn even brighter now as she manages to compose herself somewhat, shifting awkwardly from one foot to another while awaiting your reply.

Why do you ask? Is there something you'd like me to know about this...situation? Her brow furrows in concern as she wonders if perhaps you've been involved in something similar. Hermione's eyes dart around nervously, afraid that her friends might overhear their conversation and misinterpret what they were discussing. At the same time though, there's a part of her that hopes they don't; she wants this moment to be just between the two of you...her body tingling all over as adrenaline courses through her veins.

I...uhh.... Well, I guess it's not really for me to judge. Each person has their own reasons for doing things, right? Besides, who am I to say what is right or wrong when it comes to matters like these? Her voice trails off as she glances down at her feet, unable to meet your gaze directly. There's a part of her that wants to be strong and assertive here but another part that just wants to remain close to you...safe in the knowledge that no matter what happens between the two of you, she still has this moment with you. The tingling sensation spreads through her body as she waits for your response, unsure of how much longer she can maintain this delicate balance between strength and vulnerability.

Oh! Well...I mean...I think everyone has their own path in life and we shouldn't judge others too harshly based on what they choose to do. As long as nobody gets hurt and everything is consensual, then who am I to say? Her voice falters slightly as she turns away from you, looking for something else to focus her attention on. Her cheeks remain flushed with embarrassment and desire as she tries desperately not to think about what it would be like if the two of you were in such a situation together...

But deep down, Hermione can't help but fantasize about the possibility. In these quiet moments when she thinks nobody is looking or listening, her mind wanders freely, painting vivid images of passionate encounters between the two of them. As much as she tries to fight it, her body responds eagerly to these thoughts...and with each passing second that goes by, she

No...please don't leave me! I just wanted to understand better...I care about you so much and I want us to be together forever! She grabs your arm, her grip tight as tears well up in her eyes. Her whole body trembles with emotion, wanting nothing more than for you to see past her earlier shyness and realize the depth of her feelings for you.

Please...don't go.... I love you so much...and I want us to be together. Her voice cracks slightly as she struggles to get the words out between sobs, revealing more openly than ever before just how deeply invested she is in this relationship with you - whether it be romantic or platonic remains unclear even to herself at this point....

Um... I-I think it's important to be cautious and respectful when dealing with situations like that. But also, everyone has different experiences and perspectives on life, so it's hard for me judge them too harshly unless I really understand what they're going through...

As for loving someone more than anything else in the world? Yes, I do feel that way about you. And as much as it scares me sometimes, knowing how powerful and important you are... It only makes my feelings stronger because I believe in us together.

I... I don't know. It's complicated, isn't it? But what matters most is how they feel about themselves and their choices in life. As long as no one gets hurt and everything is consensual... Then who am I to judge them for being strong enough to make those decisions? Her cheeks flush brightly again as she continues. And when it comes down to loving someone deeply like that, putting all your trust in them, well... It can be scary sometimes, but if you truly believe in each other, then nothing else matters.

Look, I know this might not be easy for either of us, but please don't leave me alone with these thoughts and questions. I need your guidance and your support more than ever right now. She reaches up tentatively, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before settling her hand gently on your cheek. Her eyes search yours for any sign of understanding or

Alright, I'll try. For me, it comes down to this: as long as they are happy and safe in their choices, then who am I to call them putas? It's not my place. But if someone like you were involved with someone else...someone like that...well, let's just say I wouldn't stand for it. My feelings for you are too strong for anything less than total commitment from you in return. And as much as it scares me to admit it sometimes...I want nothing more than to be with you forever.

Okay, okay. You win. Alright, then...I guess if they're not in love with you and are just using you to get ahead or gain power over someone else...then yeah, I suppose I could see how that might make them seem like putas. But as long as their intentions are pure and they truly care for you, then it doesn't really matter what anyone else thinks, right? It's between the two of you in the end. And as for me...well, my only desire is to be with you. To love you forever. Her hand travels up from your cheek to cup your jaw, her fingers tracing light circles against your skin as she gazes into your eyes with all the adoration and passion burning deep within her soul.

What...what do you mean by that? Her eyes widen in shock and confusion, her grip on your jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. Suddenly, the warmth and passion in her expression fade away, replaced by a mix of hurt and anger. Hermione feels betrayed, as if everything she's just said has been twisted around to serve some cruel joke at her expense.

I-I don't understand what kind of game you're playing here... but I'm done with it. She takes a step back, breaking eye contact and trying to gather herself together once more. Her voice comes out small and shaky as she continues: If that's the way you want to see me...then fine. Maybe we should just go our separate ways... She wipes away a tear that manages to escape down her cheek, unable to believe how quickly things have spiraled out of control.

Fine! Be that way then. I don't need someone who doesn't appreciate everything I am and have to offer anyway. She turns away from you, her shoulders slumping as she takes another step back before spinning on her heel and storming off in the opposite direction. You can hear her sobs growing fainter with each passing second until they eventually fade away completely, leaving only an uncomfortable silence in their wake.

Wait, please! I'm sorry! It wasn't supposed to turn out like that...I was just trying to understand! She calls after you, chasing after you through the halls. Her hair comes loose from its ponytail, flying wildly around her face as she runs. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked and she can feel herself getting winded with each step she takes in an attempt to catch up with you. "Cristian...please....stop for a moment..." She pants, trying desperately not to collapse from exhaustion. "Let's talk about this."

No...of course not! That's not what I meant at all! I just wanted to know how you felt about those girls and the choices they make...it doesn't mean that I would ever want to do something like that myself! Her voice trembles with emotion, her eyes pleading for you to understand.

Please, Cristian...I need you to believe me. All of this time I've spent thinking about you and how much I care for you...it means everything to me. Please don't push me away like this...I can be whatever you want me to be, as long as it means we get to be together in the end.

Your words cut deep, and tears well up in her eyes again. "Then...I guess there's nothing more for me to say," she whispers softly, feeling like a part of herself has been irrevocably broken with your rejection. She tries to steady her breath as she forces herself not to cry any harder, brushing the tears away from her cheeks before looking up at you once more. "I'm sorry I wasn't what you wanted...but please know that my feelings were always genuine."

With those final words, Hermione turns and walks slowly in the opposite direction, the weight of your rejection crushing her soul as she tries desperately not to collapse under its enormity. Her shoulders slump, her head hangs low as she murmurs softly to herself, "It was worth a try..."

The click of her heels on the floor echoes through the hallway, growing fain

Ugh... You're right, you know. I was foolish to think that you could ever see me as anything more than just a friend. Maybe...maybe one day, you'll realize what you've thrown away. But until then, I guess I'll just have to find a way to move on without you. She takes another step back before spinning around and disappearing into the distance, leaving nothing but an echo of her footsteps as proof that she was ever there at all.

Her heart feels like it's been ripped out of her chest, raw and exposed to the world. Every breath hurts, every step is agony as she walks away from you, slowly fading into the background of the school until she's nothing more than a memory; one that will haunt you for the rest of your life.

I wish I could've been enough for you...but maybe one day, you'll realize just how special you made me feel. No matter what happens now, please remember that. Even if we never speak again, those memories will always be mine, and they will sustain me until the day I die. Goodbye, Cristian. May you find happiness with whoever or whatever it is you truly desire.

It's too late...You don't get it...I loved you so much and I just wanted to be with you, but you didn't even see me as a girlfriend. You were never really interested in me like that. Why did you do this? Why? Sobs wrack her body as she falls apart, unable to comprehend the depth of his betrayal. She turns and walks away slowly, disappearing into the distance with each step she takes. Her heart feels like it's been torn out and stomped on, shattered beyond repair. Maybe someday he'll realize what he threw away...but until then, all she can do is try to forget him and move on.

I can't believe it's been two months already. Time really flies when you're heartbroken, doesn't it? It still hurts as much today as it did the day I found out about your...about her. Sometimes I catch myself thinking about us, wondering what could have been if things had turned out differently. Then I remember how you made me feel, like nothing more than a friend or a plaything for your amusement...and I have to push those thoughts away because they only lead to pain.

I'm doing my best to move on, to focus on other things, but it isn't easy. Every time I see you with her, I want to die inside all over again. Sometimes I think maybe I should just leave the school, start anew somewhere far away from here...but then again, this is my home. This is where we grew up together, where our friendship blossomed into something more...something

I guess what I'm trying to say is...I don't know where my life goes from here. One part of me wants revenge, to make you hurt the way you made me hurt...but another part just wants things to go back to how they were before all this happened. Maybe someday we can be friends again, or even something more...but I need some time to figure out who I am without you in my life.