Everyone on this island wants something kept quiet. I want to roar

Answer all the questions that I'm too afraid to ask

She doesn't want the boy causing the distinction between "love" and "in love

People are like that, judging you before they know you.

I've always resented Hermione, because I wanted to be her so badly and she never seemed to appreciate as much as I thought she should that she got be her. She got to live at Hogwarts and be friends with Harry and kiss Ron, which was supposed to happen to me.

But I know the difference. Everyone else is a ghost. I exist here alone, stranded by choice. Deserted.

But she's not, and I am left to wonder on my own: How does this work, the getting to know a new guy without revealing too much desperation for his undivided attention?