tampered with the past

I have to say that Ron is getting more and more presumptuous now.

This is Hogwarts, a school, not a resort, let alone a love hotel.

Since he planned to share a chair with Lavender for the rest of his life, why not simply find a secluded place to live in seclusion, so as not to pollute other people's eyes.

"Looks like he's biting her face, isn't he?"

I'm glad Ginny followed my advice, her vocabulary has improved a lot since she was at Hogwarts.

Gnaw—what a vivid description, it really hits the nail on the head.

Harry obviously thought as much as I did, looking at Ginny as if ready to give her an appreciative loving kiss at any moment.

For some reason, I suddenly wanted to hide and cry, although all this was expected.

Harry and Ginny.

What a perfect combination.

I sincerely bless them, but right now I need to be quiet.

What I don't understand is, why can't Harry let me go, since he likes Ginny, why does he care what I do?What's even more outrageous is that he obviously got the wrong idea again.

Ron!

Ron! !

Ron! ! !

What does Ron have to do with me?

Whoever he likes is his freedom, and even if he and Lavender kiss forever, it's none of my business, Hermione Granger.Only if he doesn't come to harass my serenity with his annoying girlfriend.

"Hey, Harry! I wonder where you've been!"

I swear I didn't want to.

But since Ron has a penchant for hitting bullets, he can't justify not fulfilling it, so I decided not to show mercy.

"Ten thousand bullets fired!"

I've had enough!

Harry, I love you!

But I can't tell you.

I won't admit it, I'm just scared.

Fear of your rejection.

Afraid of your staying away.

I am afraid that you will withdraw from my life from now on.

I, Hermione Granger, was a liar.

Autumn Porter.

Ginny Potter.

I never want you to be with them, not even for a moment.

I'm just using a bunch of nice excuses to cover up my cowardice and cowardice.

Matching you and Qiu, matching you and Ginny has always been against my heart, how I wish you could find the affection in my eyes, how I wish you could find the jealousy in my eyes.

but……

The person I love is you, but the person you love is not me.

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