Hermione had always secretly liked Ron. But she didn't just like Ron, she loved him. She had loved him ever since she had seen him on the train in their first year, and she had known that Ron had liked her, too. She could tell by his eyes. She knew that it was obvious that they liked each other but why weren't they together? Why wouldn't Ron just tell her that he loved her? Hermione thought as she sat in her usual place behind her pile of homework.

Ron was giving her a weird look and she realized she had been staring at him with her quill in mid-air. She blushed and returned to her work, but soon after she found herself staring at him again, thinking about him. He was looking at her weird again and she blushed deeper and lowered her head again as he came walking over to her.

"Hermione, are you okay? You keep staring off into space." Ron said as he sat in the big arm chair in front of the fire.

"What?" She said distantly, thinking about Ron's full lips. She then realized she was daydreaming again and snapped back to reality. "Oh! I guess I'm just tired, and I've got a lot of homework to do..." Her voice trailed off and Ron shrugged and got up.

"Well, I'm going to bed. I'll see you in the morning." And with that, Ron disappeared up the stone steps. Hermione began thinking about him the moment he left.

Why won't he tell me that he loves me? I love him and I know he feels the same way. All I can think about is him, I'm even getting distracted from my homework! I just wish there was someway I could tell him that I loved him...

She sighed, put her work away, and she headed upstairs to the girls' dormitory. She got undressed, put on her pajamas, and crawled into bed. She almost instantly went to sleep, thinking about Ron.