A/N - There really won't be any continuty between any chapters here, just small drabble for random characters as they come to me. I will try to keep them as true to the source work as possible...but I may indulge myself now and then. :)

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It's not easy being the third wheel.

Harry is "The-Boy-who-Lived." And Hermione is…well Hermione.

I'm just Ron, the bloke who tags along, makes jokes and ends up flat on my arse anytime I try to do something worthwhile.

But at least I am still there; sure we have had our rows but one of us always gives in and admits to being a royal git. Usually me. Because I can be. What do they expect though with the family I've got?

I had to grow a thick skin with five older brothers and a younger sister who treats me like she does. Sure I'm not the prankster like George and Fred, a whiz like Bill or exotic like Charlie but at least I'm not a sniveling prat like Percy. Hell, just cause I don't like school doesn't mean I stupid. I scored just as well as Harry on the O.W.L.S and he has never beaten me at Wizards' Chess. Not once.

So all of that aside, how do I tell Hermione that I fancy, well…not even fancy I'm pretty sure I love her.

It's not like I've got a gift for words. Most of the things that come out of my mouth earn me a smack or a dirty look. I hate those dirty looks. They kill me. When Hermione stares at me like I'm stupid I feel like a bloody first-year. That's why I snap at her and argue I want her to see I'm smart, not smart like her; no one is as brilliant as she is. But just as smart as Harry, maybe even smarter if I were to really try, he doesn't even know half as much as I do about living with magic.

Harry…how to I tell him I love Hermione?

Does he fancy her, or maybe she fancies him? I mean she is always touching him, worried about him and willing to do anything to help him. And does he ever push her away? No…well I guess that's not really his fault, when she gets something in her head she is going to do it no matter what anyone says.

But still, how many times have they come to me with something they have already talked about…and she was even crying on his shoulder after Lavender and I started snogging. Which I get now, but the only time she has ever turned to me was after Dumbledore died. And that was probably only because he was with Ginny. Ever other time it was Harry. Always Harry.

Hell, they even have more in common, being raised by muggles and all. I don't even get half the stuff they talk about after summer break. So like always, I try to say something funny and it never fails; they both look at me like I've right lost my mind.

How can I have such a big mouth but never say what I mean?

Maybe I am going nuts…I'm talking to you Pig. I must have lost it. I should stop now, they're both supposed to be here soon for the wedding, and if they caught me talking to you then they would think I'm nuts.