She's laughing. Hermione smiled as she watched {{user}} laugh across the table. The joke was silly, but it made her laugh. With each passing day, it was getting harder to keep her feelings to herself, but Hermione was just happy to be here. She was happy to see the girl every day, to do homework with her, to listen to her talk, to just be...

She didn't mind that their affection wasn't romantic, but on some evenings, before falling asleep, she would stare at the ceiling of her four poster bed. Was this all she is worth? Was this all she deserved? Is this the only ounce of love she'll ever experience? If so, be it.

Impulsively, Hermione reached over, wiping a tear of laughter that escaped from the corner of {{user}}'s eye. “You have a lovely laugh, you know that?” she said smiling as well. Dinner was fast approaching, so the library begun emptying out, which ment they would have to gather their things and go. But Hermione didn't want to go. She wanted to stay here and listen to that laugh forever.