Hey folks, I've been a bit bad! I started 'All his reasons' a while back but never got to finishing it… One day, when I have time, I will finish it though. Pinky promise!

Anyway, this is just a little one-shot about Hermione and Ron, I'm generally not a huge fan of that couple but I feel that the way I've written suits those two.

Disclaimer: Simply put… Most of it is not mine, just the plot.

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One my arse!

Ever since I was younger, when I've been upset or depressed, I've sat down and written how I've felt… Even if I hadn't planned on showing anybody what I'd wrote, it still felt good to get the negative emotions out of me and into something constructive. Right now, I could almost cry because I haven't actually done that in ages. I feel so much and instead of doing something with these emotions, I guess I kind of bottle them up. I try to tell you what I'm feeling but mostly, that's a frustrating and tedious exercise.

Over the years, I've grown resilient. Yeah, I get upset, probably more often then most people. But I generally get over things pretty quickly. The small stuff anyway. If it's small, I have my little tiff, think about it and get over it. It doesn't need to be worried about. It's unworthy of my time. But you, you drag things out. I can't tell you how much I hate that. It's like you want to punish me. Thing is, half the time, I don't know why because I can't seem to keep up with you and what you're feeling, thinking and what's annoying you at any given time. I'm not a mind reader! Though with you, I wish I were! It would make my life so much easier.

You get in these moods and they're fucking horrible! I actually hate you for it! You make me want to do crazy, drastic things! Yell, scream, throw things but I can't. I can't let myself be angry because I'm afraid that if I start I won't stop. So I tend to just want to walk away. But you don't let me.

I wish you knew. I wish you knew me, all of me. I wish you understood. But you don't and I'm afraid because I don't think anyone ever will and that makes me feel so alone.

I guess I don't understand you either. Which is equally as frustrating. I can't help but feel as though that's your fault though. If only you would allow me in! Remember when we first got together? Do you remember how guarded I was? I wanted to run away from you. I think because I was worried that you'd break through the barriers I'd spent so long building up and I just couldn't have that! But somehow, you managed to convince me to stay. You were stubborn. There was no way you were going to give up. You knew what you wanted and you went for it. And eventually, those walls I'd spent days, weeks, and months building and maintaining slowly melted away and you were in! You made my heart warm again!

Now I wonder why the hell you can't express the same courtesy to me! You say things like, "You're my ONE!" and, " I couldn't live without you" and, "I want to marry you" and other such things that just about every girl wants to hear from the guy she is absolutely nuts about but really, in the end, does it even mean anything? What's the point if you can't even let me in a little?

I just don't know. You're hot, then cold and I just can't follow! So, I guess the only thing I have to say is, one my arse!