Disclaimer...not me, JK Rowling. Can't you tell by the writing style that I couldn't make any money from it?

A/N: Just another random fic that I wrote when I was in a bad mood. It's nice to be able to make Hermione relate to me instead of me relate to her.

Sorry if it's out of character but I did just write it cause I was in a bad mood!


"Why do I hate him so much?"

"Because you love him?" Came a voice from the door of her dorm.

"I do not love him... who could love that? He torments me, teases me, copies my homework, makes me cry, and then he has the cheek to ignore me!"

"Is that really what's bugging you Hermione? The fact that he does all those things? Or is it the fact that he put his arm around you and now the lines are blurry?"

"Why did he have to do that Harry? I mean we were fine. I was fine. We could have lived as just friends. I mean sure, the occasional hug is nice, but when he had his arm around me it felt right. I just wanted to stay there for forever. I never wanted him to let go... but then he did let go, and now he's ignoring me."

"It's not that he wants to ignore you Hermione. He really doesn't. He never shuts up about you and he constantly orders me to hurry up just so that we can meet you quicker. He's just confused."

"I highly doubt that he does that to spend more time with me. He probably just wants to get food faster."

"What about those times when he rushes to potions?" Harry questioned.

"He probably doesn't want to lose any points." Hermione said remorsefully.

"Hermione... you've been there when I have to drag him to potions. He really doesn't care about our points. If he did he would pay more attention in class rather than staring at you."

"He does not stare at me!"

"How would you know? You don't get eyes on the back of your head until you're married... and even though you and Ron act like a married couple, you aren't married yet."

"We do not act like a married couple, and don't say yet. We are never going to get married!"

"But you want to?"

Hermione stared at the floor. How could he ask her such a question? She was only 17. Certainly not old enough to get married. Neither was she old enough to know whom she wanted to marry. But then, spending all that time with Ron. Actually knowing that he loved her enough to want to marry her. Her stomach lurched and her heart stopped.

"You really feel strong enough to want to marry me?" Ron asked from the doorway.

"What? How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to hear that you never wanted me to let go."

Hermione blushed but she still felt the urge to hurt him severely for eavesdropping on such a private conversation.

"You know it's rude to listen to other people's conversations." She stated matter-of-factly.

"And it's rude to talk about people behind their backs." Ron stated, matching her tone.

"Hmm." Hermione mumbled as she continued to look at the floor.

Ron walked over to face her, lifting her chin so that he could look into her eyes.

"I'm sorry Mione. I didn't mean to hurt you. It wasn't that I wanted to ignore you at all. Harry's right. I do always want to be with you. It's just that we have so much to lose, and well... you're a bloody genius and you'll be able to do whatever you want to do at the end of school, so you won't really need me around."

"Ron, I'll always need you. No matter where I am in the world I'll always feel the same way about you, and no one will be able to take your place."

"You can't know that Hermione. It's just, well...there are so many other people in the world that can give you so much more than I can."

"I don't want anything more. I just want you." Hermione said sincerely, as her eyes grew with longing.

She wasn't lying. She really did love him. Maybe things could work. No matter how different they were they could always work things out. After all, love conquers all.

"Then you can just have me." He said as he took her in his arms and kissed her. Never wanting to let her go.