Ok…this is my first fan fiction EVER so you need to let me know what you think. I really appreciate it!

I wish you all hugs and fluffy puppies,

Kitty


If only you knew, Hermione.

I love you, you know. I always have. I guess I really didn't figure it out until fourth year when you went to the ball with Krum. But I really have loved you all along.

I watch you now; sitting under that tree in my back yard, reading, I can't help but think about the way the sun touches your hair and makes it glisten beautifully.

I love everything about you. How your eyes sparkle when you laugh, the look you get on your face when you are reading, how you are the smartest person I know…

God, if only you knew how much I cared. How much it pains me to be so close to you and never touch you.

Our fights tear me up so much inside, but no matter how hard I try I can't stop them. It drives me so crazy to not be with you, and yet when I am we are usually yelling.

If only you knew how much I loved you. Maybe I wouldn't worry about you every waking moment if you were with me. If I could hold you and whisper to you each night, maybe we could both get some sleep for a change. But not now. No, right now I fear too much for our friendship. If you did not return the feeling we could lose the closeness we have developed all these years, and if we are to survive the upcoming battle we need to be friends.


If only you knew, dear Ronald.

That I am not reading right now, but actually thinking about your fiery red hair and gorgeous blue eyes.

If only you knew how much I love you and how much it would kill me if anything happened to you.

When I found out you went out with Lavender last year I couldn't believe it. I was so torn. The boy I adored since second year was with someone else? Every time I saw you with her I always thought, "that could be me if he just knew how I felt. I could be in his arms right now." But no, I could never have the courage to tell you.

If I did maybe things would change. Maybe I wouldn't be so scared about Harry's death and yours if you were holding me at night. Maybe I wouldn't have to cry myself into a fitful sleep full of horrid dreams about Voldemort if you just knew.

Maybe someday you will.



Outside in Ron Wesley's yard, a bushy haired girl got up from under a willow tree and took a deep breath. A young Wesley boy, who was watching the girl all along did the same and made his way outside.

The girl smiled and waved nervously as he walked up to her.

"Hermione," the red-haired boy said quietly, "there is something I think you should know…"