If She Loved Me

A/N: I guess I'm an any HP character/any other HP character shipper. So please don't throw flaming potatoes at me if you are a Harry/Hermione shipper... this is kind of a Ron/Hermione story. *gets hit by flaming potatoes* Ah, well that didn't help. Just r/r!

(RON'S POV)

Famous Harry Potter. Famous Harry, with his famous scar, and famous broomstick. He gets everything. Half the girls in the school are throwing themselves at him. He gets fame, a Firebolt, but he has something even more important than that.

Hermione.

They've started dating now, walking around the school holding hands. In the common room at night they'll snuggle up to each other. It's so awful to watch. I'm constantly lying to them so I can go up to my dorm early without them suspecting anything.

Harry knows that I've loved Hermione since first year. He knows that I foolishly pretended to hate her in first year, but thought she was the prettiest girl there. And yet, he takes her... Damn him, for taking what has been rightfully mine forever.

Last night, after Hermione went upstairs, I burst at Harry. I said all those things and more. I had to let it out... it was like a giant weight in my heart, just there. Harry said one thing.

"I'm sorry that I love her."


(HARRY'S POV)

I've been thinking ever since Ron said all those things to me. Called me things, gave all his reasons, why he should be with Hermione and not I.

"Goddamnit, Harry, why? Why did you have to take the only thing I've ever loved?"

"I'm sorry that I love her."


(HERMIONE'S POV)

Ron has been acting SO strange lately... I think it might be about Harry and I... what am I supposed to do, go up to him and tell him, "Oh, sorry Ron that I've loved Harry for the past five years!!!" I don't know what's wrong with him... but... oh, I've just thought of something.

Could he be in love with me?