Title: If I Ain't Got you

Author: FrecklesWeasley

Summary: Pro-Hermione admitting her feelings (literally right after) Ron POV

From Book: Harry Potter

Set in: any time/year that works for you

Type: Songfic (based on the song "If I Ain't got you" by Alicia Keys)

If I Ain't Got You

Mmmmmm mmmm mm ooo

"But why, of all people, would you like me?" Ron asked, still recovering from shock. He was almost sure that she would end up with Harry in the end. After all, the hero always gets the girl, not the stupid sidekick. "I always thought you'd be with Harry. I mean, he's rich and famous, he's brilliant at Quidditch, and he's almost sure to have serious power later in life."

"Ron, I never liked Harry. I like you, and I like you just the way you are. Obviously, all of that stuff doesn't matter to me, especially after Krum."

Some people live for the fortune
Some people live just for the fame
Some people live for the power, yeah
Some people live just to play the game
Some people think that the physical things
Define what's within
and I've been there before
that life's a bore
So full of the superficial

"Are you sure, Hermione? I always thought you fancied Krum." Ron asked, unconvinced.

"Ron, I'm sure. Krum was nice, but he sure wasn't you. You're funny and nice and amazing. All that matters is that I have you," she answered, a small smile on her face as she looked up at him, her chocolate eyes piercing his own blue ones.

Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you, yeah

"Well, I don't know if I'm the most romantic of blokes. I don't exactly know what a woman wants. The things like roses and diamonds, the usual things that I do know about, I can't really afford. All I have for you is my love. Are you sure you're okay with that?"

"I'm telling you Ron, all that stuff doesn't matter to me. All I care about is that you care about me. That's all."

Some people search for a fountain
That promises forever young
Some people need three dozen roses
And that's the only way to prove you love him
Hand me the world on a silver platter
And what good would it be
with no one to share
with no one who truly cares for me