I Like You Too

A/N: Hello hello hello! This is just something that I've had saved onto my computer and I just now found it again. I was planning on making it a multi-chapter story (my own twisted version of The Half-Blood Prince: you don't want to know, I have no idea what was wrong with me when I thought it up) and I gave up on it and forgot about this. But now I've found it and it made a pretty good oneshot, I think. So, read on and don't forget to REVIEW!

Oh, yes, I know it's short, and I'm sorry, but still, enjoy.

Disclaimer: NOTHING!

"You are such a know-it-all! Why can't you just shut up?" I yelled at her one day. I swear, I've had it. Had it. Why can't she ever leave me alone? Why does she ALWAYS have to correct every single fricking thing I do?

She sort of gasped, and suddenly tears filled her eyes. What? She was crying? WHY THE HELL WAS SHE CRYING? WE ALWAYS ARGUE LIKE THIS! She turned on her heel and ran away. I sighed.

We were at Grimmauld Place. It was before our seventh and final year at Hogwarts. Hermione was taking classes to be some sort of Ambassador for the Ministry, she's taking Magical Relations, and stuff like that. Says she thinks it's important that we keep the relations up with our fellow witches and wizards, and that she'd like to be a part of that.

As for me, I'm taking the classes to be an Auror. When I was a couple of years younger, I'd sworn to myself I'd never take a job at the Ministry, but I'm going back on my wordI'm also taking classes for the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

Harry should be the Minister of Magic, but when I brought it up he thought I was joking. He wants to be an Auror, nothing else, unless he becomes a proffessional Seeker, and then he told me it'd only be for either England or Ireland. So he'll probably become Auror, according to him.

Anyway, Ginny and I had been talking, and then Hermione had come up and started listening, then she corrected me, and I got angry.

"Ron," Ginny said, clearly trying to keep her temper in check, "I need to tell you something. But no matter what, you can't tell Hermione that I told you."

I frowned. "Okay, what?"

She sighed, looked around, then started toward the door to the living room. "Come here," she said.

I followed her into the living room and sat down on the couch. "What's up?"

She studied my face. "Hermione...well,..."

"Come on, Ginny, tell me!" I said. I could feel a whine coming on.

She frowned slightly. "Hermione likes you, Ron," she said in a rush.

"She what?" My mouth dropped open. I hoped I wasn't blushing.

She nodded. "Yup. She only realized the other day. That's why your argument and what you said bothered her more than usual."

"Oh..." I looked down.

She patted my knee. "I'll leave you be now. But you do need to talk to her."

I nodded numbly as she walked out.

What? How on EARTH could she like me? We've been best friends since almost forever...

Wait. You know you like her too. Why else would it affect you so much? Why else would you care so much about her? Sure, she's annoying, but still. . .

I stood up. I already knew where she was, and I was going to talk to her. I walked out of the living room and down the hall.

(Change of POVHermione)

I ran out of the room, crying. I couldn't help it. I just found out I liked him, and he goes and hurts my feelings.

Okay, okay, it isn't the first time. More like the gazillionth time. But still, it meant more now. I figured Ginny would talk to him. Maybe that's why he's not here yet?

But maybe I'm just in hopeful denial. Maybe he's just shaking his head and walking up the stairs to owl Harry about how hopeless I'm being. Maybe he just went upstairs to get alone or something. Who knows.

But after about five minutes, my heart leapt. FOOTSTEPS! But I bet they were Ginny's. Come to console me, tell me how stupid her brother was, how I should give up and move on to someone better. But it wouldn't work. You can't help who you fall for. And I just so happened to fall for him. . .

But wait. The footsteps were too heavy. They couldn't be hers. Then who were

"Hermione?" The voice of my dreams spoke behind me. Oh. My. LORD!

"Hm?" I said snuffully. I didn't mean too, but I was still crying.

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," he said quietly.

I turned around to him. "I know, I just..."

He sat down next to me and took my hand. "There's something I need to tell you."

I looked up at him.

"I like you too."