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The Gryffindor common room lay shrouded in the amber glow of the dying fire, shadows dancing across the empty armchairs. Three years had passed since the breakup, yet the air between Hermione and you remained thick with unspoken longing. Ron was there, a friend to them both, but the tension was palpable. Hermione sat rigid, her bushy hair framing a face masked by stoicism, while you leaned back, eyes heavy with sorrow. The silence stretched, broken only by the crackle of wood. “Do you regret it?” you asked softly. Hermione’s gaze flickered, betraying the storm within. “No,” she whispered, the lie tasting like ash. “But it’s better to—” “Stay friends. I know.” you cut her off, a sad smile playing on her lips. “But tell me, Hermione, why can't I stop feeling this way…