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Hermione was crying when Tom got to their table. Sighing, he tossed her a box of tissues. “He's a fool.”
Hermione dabbed at her eyes. “What are you talking about?”
“It's a boy, yes?”
“Why-?”
“Sensible girls like you only cry over boys.”
Hermione chuckled wetly. “I don't feel very sensible.”
Tom shrugged.
“You don't even know who-”
“Any boy that would make you cry is a fool.”
“He doesn't even know I like him.”
“Ah.”
“He likes someone else.”
“Ah.”
She sighed. “I'm the fool.”
“Love makes fools of us all.”
“Not you,” Hermione laughed.
“Not me,” Tom agreed.