Here's a fan fiction that I wrote a year ago (I wrote it last July 2004, finished it exactly 10:40 in the evening. I know because it was written on the paper with the story proper. Hehe...). I didn't know I had written a Ron / Hermione one-shot until I saw this in my overly untidy locker. Here it is, then. Hope you enjoy. :) By the way, reviews are always appreciated, so do not hesitate!

Unlucky
By Cerulean Sapphire

As I was walking down the grassy grounds of Hogwarts, a thought came across my head: I had been born unlucky.

You probably might think that I am losing my marbles and going nutters, but what I had just said was true—I was born damn unlucky. Bloody hell, I reckon nobody in this world is unluckier that I am.

See, I was born to a really large yet very poor family, all with flaming red hair. Up to now, I only get second hand in everything, and I still am not satisfied with what I have. I mean, how can I be? After all that happened, I can never be lucky in anything. Perhaps some people might say that I was lucky enough to have the Boy-Who-Lived and the most intelligent witch of our age as my best friends, but that fact only adds up to my rather large discontent and mad desire and hunger for better things. You see, I was never lucky. Not once. And I don't think I'll ever be lucky.

Even in love.

I thought that was one of the things I might be lucky on, but sadly, I am unluckier in love than in any other aspects of my life. You know, I love her. She's beautiful, smart, kind, brave…I could go on and never stop complimenting her. She's a queer girl, which makes me love her even more. She's really close to me and for a minute or two back then I thought I had a chance with her. Perhaps this time luck will be on my side and wouldn't deny me of my happiness. But I needed to make the first move.

And so I did. I tried my best to be discreet about it. I mean, it would be really embarrassing if everyone knew what I feel for my best friend, Hermione. Who could have expected that I would fall for her, what with all the bickering and fights we had, with me initiating it. I never thought so too, you know, but I realized that when love comes, it comes. You can't help it, change it or make it pass. All you can do is relish the lingering feeling while it's there.

Believe me, I did. I did everything I could to make her see me—the real me. The Ronald Weasley who has so many insecurities and flaws but trying to overcome them best as he could. The Ronald Weasley who tried hard to hold back the feelings he has, but got himself deeper into falling in love with his best friend.

But she never saw me. She never tried to—she was too busy with her own feelings that she never noticed mine. See, I was in love with her, yet she was in love with somebody else. And I never would have thought it would be Harry…my best friend. Yet, he was in love with someone else. And he never noticed her, just as much as she never did notice me. And she always pined and longed for Harry…and I pined and longed for her. I wanted so much to caress her, whisper sweet nothings to her ear, comfort her…anything at all that would make her forget her pains. But I could never do that. I was scared. Bloody hell. I still am.

I never had the courage to tell her how I felt. I suppose it wasn't a good idea anyway. It never was. And it never will be. She could never love someone like me.

Like I told you…I am unlucky.

Fin