AN: Song is by Athlete, and I don't own it. I also don't own any of JK Rowling's masterpiece works.

I'm expected to be the strong one in our relationship, but Hermione's much stronger. She punched Malfoy back in our third year. It still amazes me how she could get the courage to do that. If I had to fight with malfoy, I'd be to scared incase he decides to kill me.

You got wires, going in
You got wires, coming out of your skin
You got tears, making tracks
I got tears, that are scared of the facts

I realise how long I'd been denying my feelings for her. When I saw her on the train, she was just bushy haired know-it-all Hermione Granger. Who I happened to save from a troll. I remember the fear flashing across her face as the troll stumbled towards her. The way she screamed when she moved out of the way after the troll smashed the washbasins, sending white porcelain pieces everywhere. It was then when I realised that I wouldn't be able to stand seeing her get hurt, to see tears dripping from her eyes. Back then, I thought that my feelings were brotherly, because I, Ronald Weasley, could never allow myself to fall in love.

In second year, she got petrified. I remember the sick feeling that entered my stomach when I saw her still form on the Hospital Wing's bed. Her face so smooth and flawless, her mouth hanging open slightly as though she was about to say something of importance. For a while, I thought she may have died, because she seemed so lifeless and cold.

Running down corridors
Through automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
I see hope is here, in a plastic box
I've seen christmas lights, reflect in your eyes

In third year, Hermione got that ginger cat of hers, Crookshanks. Crookshanks didn't like me right from when we saw him in that crowded animal shop. When I stare at his eyes, it sends shivers down my spine as I realise that he's probably watching me to make sure I don't hide any more murderers disguised as rats. Looking back, I was mean to Hermione too. I realise that I probably made her cry more than once, and it made me sad, to know that I'd softened her tough exterior. I wish that I wasn't the one to make her cry. I wish that she didn't cry.

You got wires, going in
You got wires, coming out of your skin
There's dry blood, on your wrist
Your dry blood, on my fingertip

Viktor Krum was the name that would set my blood boiling. I was coninced that he was using her. On the one hand, Viktor Krum, a tall international quidditch player, handsome with icy blue eyes. On the other hand, there was Hermione Granger, pretty... no wait, beautiful bookworm who always knows what to say.

At the same time I started to convince myself that I could never have her. The gleam of a blade looked temptin and in regularly traced red patterns along my flesh. All over Krum.

Now it's our fifth year. Harry keeps getting detentions with Umbridge, the woman who could compete as the world's best toad lookalike. Hermione seems to be contacting Krum alot, and Iget booed at quidditch matches. The gleam of the blade tempts me every day.

Now it's different.

Now I've got Hermione.

She is my saviour.

She is the strong one.

And she is making me strong too.

I see it in your eyes
I see it in your eyes
You'll be alright