Even though romance was the furthest thing from Hermione's mind right now, she was also not blind. She was fully aware that Bronson was not bad to look at. He had that hair, obviously. It looked so soft and she was tempted to reach out and stroke it, and it was accompanied by olive skin and muddy-green eyes. Not to mention that smile. It could make any heart melt. But she had a sinking feeling that she was not his type.