bWhat Ron Said/b

Always staring at her, across the room, across the class, across the lunch table. I always have that feeling, of need. I don't ever say anything, or do anything, I just watch her eat, and talk, and breathe. Her brilliance is nothing to me, her personality shines. . .

Every moment I'm away from her, the aching of longing grows, it takes over. Does she feel the same way? Does she care for me as much? Does she want to hold me when I'm down, love me when I win, kiss me when I want?

More than anything I'd love to say:

"I love you Hermione."

One special day, just like that. She wouldn't back away. She wouldn't be frightened. She would reply back:

"I love you too, Ron."

But that day, that moment, won't ever come. She's to brilliant, to beautiful, too god-like. We grow more distant, more apart, with each argument we have. It's the only way I know how to talk to her anymore, the only way I know how to speak. . .

I walk up to her slowly, approaching her apprehensively, and then an unwelcome voice comes:

"Oey Ron! Come and play a game of chess!"

I flinch as George calls for me. Me, a 15 year old in love. What a ridiculous notion. But I play him at that game of chess, and I beat him well. I hope she was watching. I'm not as stupid as I may seem.

What seemed like hours but was only moments pass by, and then I see my chance. Not surrounded by friends, or Harry, just alone, with her work. It's my chance, my moment.

"Hermione?" I nervously ask.

"Yes, Ron?" she says, looking up from her work and smiling.

I hesitate. Was it now the time?

"I love you, Hermione."

bWhat Hermione Heard/b

Here I was again, sitting alone writing in my diary, of course, everyone thinks it's just my homework, but how much do they really know? I'm always working on homework, gets really dull. . . until of course the end of the year when Harry leads us into something exciting, but still, that's only about 3 hours. . .

"Oey Ron! Come and play a game of chess!" I hear George call out for his brother, my best friend, and secret crush.

I know, a secret crush and me, Hermione. Don't usually mix together, do they? But that's the best kind of love, friends forever, then the feelings. Setting my quill down I rub my wrist, and glance over at the Weasley's game of chess.

He easily takes George's king. Of course he does, Ron Iis/I the King, of chess, at least.

IAnd that's why we all sing, Weasley is our king./I

Pausing for a while I pick up my quill and write:


Nothing new, same feelings, same homework, same teachers, and (thank God) same Ron. I don't know why he never initiates, never says anything to me. I don't want to tell him I love him first, it's his job, but still, boys can be stupid,/I I pause to rub my wrist again and glance up at Ron's game, it seemed as if he had won, for a small smile was spread across his face, I continue: IYes, boys /IcanI be stupid, but they aren't. Otherwise I wouldn't be having this problem. How hard is it to express how you feel? To say what you want? But then again, I don't know if I'm what he wants-- What if I'm /InotI? What if--/I But I never finished.

"Hermione?" Ron's voice came from above me, he was looking down on me, the small smile still on his face. His voice sounded shaky, his eyes wouldn't stay still.

"Yes, Ron?" I said as casually as possible, trying to hide my own anxiety as I look up and put down the quill.

"I love you." This had come as a bit of a shock, but it wasn't unwelcome. It was what I had been waiting for, what I had been wanting. Thank God for Ronald Weasley.

I couldn't think of any words to say, except, "Really?"

bWhat Ron Said/b

"Really?" she sounded happy, as if she had been waiting for it, but I shouldn't get to hasty, she could just be questioning, after all, she's a- a girl.

"Yeah, for a, a long time now." I scratched the back of my neck. My anxiety grew as I tried to loosen my sweatshirt collar. It was no use.

"Oh Ron," her eyes glazed over. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything, not if she was going to cry, what if I'd triggered a nerve? "you have no idea how long I've wanted you to say that."

Something inside me exploded. I wanted to run around the room screaming and laughing in joy: IShe loves me! SHE LOVES ME!/I But I managed to restrain myself. Instead I felt my face go pink and an ear to ear smile spread across my face. No use trying to stop it, it was the classic Ron faze.

Hermione smiled too, it was a magical moment, at least, for us. Magical moment, what a crazy term, maybe special moment, or, well-deserved moment. I don't know, they all sort of fit.

"Want to go where we can, err, talk?" I had to ask her, it's a moment I had been waiting for, for a long time. I didn't want to mess it up, but I'm Ron, thinks are bound to get screwed up some how.

"I would love that." So I escorted her out of the common room, and we made our way to the lake.

bWhat Hermione Heard/b

A lump had begun to form in my throat.

"Yeah, for a, a long time now." He said, it looked as if he were trying to loosen his sweatshirt. Something inside me wanted to laugh, but I didn't.

"Oh Ron," the lump had taken full form now. My eyes went blurry, the red haired boy had become a lump of peach and red, looking not so appealing as before. "you have no idea how long I've wanted you to say that."

He looked as if he had just received the biggest present on earth for Christmas. His ear to ear smile had shown up and his face went as pink as it could go. I could feel my own face grow hot, too. The most I could do was smile.

"Want to go where we can, err, talk?" he said, and I wanted absolutely nothing more than that. I stood up and he helped me, by furtively grabbing my hand so no one else could see. He lead me outside the common room.

It was only a matter of moments before we had reached open, fresh air of the Hogwarts Grounds, and it had never felt fresher. The lake was shining, and students had gathered everywhere about the grounds, studying, talking, playing. . .

Ron and I settled by the lake.

"How long have you, err," he paused and smiled at me, "loved me?"

"For a long while now, Ron."

"Even with Krum?"

"Yes, Ron, even with Krum." I couldn't help but beam at him. Something about his jealousy made me love him even more. "How about you?"

"Well, for a really long time."

We both laughed and looked out across the lake. The sun was still high in the sky. Why had we been inside on a beautiful day like this? The faraway voices of students laughing and chattering brought tranquility to the scene, it was so, Iromantic./I

bWhat Ron Said/b

I didn't really know what to do after that, we'd both said what should have been said a long time ago, and now that we were both at the same place, everything else that could be said didn't seem relevant. So when the words failed me I just grabbed her hand, as gently as I could, and just, well, sat there.

She didn't seem to mind, in fact, it looked as if she were quite pleased. I didn't know what to say, this sort of position had never presented itself before, so I just sat there, stupidly. But it was probably better to keep my mouth shut than rather open it and says something extremely off the wall.

"Ron?" she had said almost sleepily.

"Yeah, Hermione?"

"What do you reckon we tell everyone?"

To tell the truth, the thought hadn't ever crossed my mind. I'd always been dreaming of the moment I'd actually said something, the follow up hadn't occurred to me. Now that she had asked me this, I really didn't have an answer.

"Well," I said after a long pause. Of course, another long pause followed the one word and she was looking at me as if she were confused or I was stupid, but then again, it could just be me, "I don't know, to be honest. I never really thought of the after part, my mind was concentrating on you to much."

She smiled. Score! One point for me! Making her smile was all I needed at the moment, and what I said or would say didn't seem to matter that much to me right now, again, I am probably still enjoying the moment we are sharing, so I should be a little more careful on what I say.

"It's not really Harry I'm worried about, I mean, he doesn't care for me," she said, "in the way you do." She added on the last bit very hastily. "It's just, your family I'm worried about, and yes, the twins especially."

I laughed. "The thought scares me too. We'll never hear the end of it,"

She laughed too. Her laugh was perfect. She was perfect.

"And Malfoy," Hermione's face went straight again.

I groaned. Another thought that hadn't crossed my mind, Draco Malfoy. Disgusting wretch. I hate that man, no, not man, child. If he knew that we were dating he would have a field day.

"What does it really matter? We don't listen to him, and he sounds like an idiot when he talks." I said, she considered this, and I continued, "And we get crap from him all of the time. Us being, err, together wouldn't change anything, except he'll tease us a bit more. I'm sure we can deal with it, though."

Hermione smiled. "You're right."

"That's the first time I've ever heard you say that."

We both laughed and I stood up, still holding her hand. It was one of the things that I didn't want to let go of. Along with this moment.

"Let's head up back to the common room," I said. "There's something we have to tell Harry,"