Hermione shifted a little on her spot on the bed. She knew they should be adult enough to talk about all of this but she still felt embaressed, I mean this was Harry.
"Well, this one is about a woman who has to choose between two men, but the catch is they are best friends," Hermione realized the moment she said it that it felt like a very similar situation but she swalloed hard and continued talking, "and there is a war, its set in the early 1940's, during the second World War, and she makes her choice and the one she chooses goes off to war, and he dies in battle," that was telling without the steamy details about the other man's return.
"If you don't feel comfortable its ok," she said, and she shrugged a little, his face was red, "Harry do you see me as a girl?" she had to know, she had spent so much time with him and Ron she wondered if Harry still saw her the same as Ron, which was why she and Ron hadn't worked out. He wasn't able to get past the teasing stage with her, giving her a hard time and making her angry. Harry was different, but she wanted to know he saw her as a girl, "I mean, do you think I am pretty? For a girl?"