I sat on my bed and groaned. Sometimes I hate my life. I pushed my hair out of my face. It never did anything, it just flopped there. Kind of like how I was lying sprawled on my bed. My hair is one of the many things I hate about myself. I hate how gangly I am, and how awkward. I hate that whenever she talks to me I forgot what I'm thinking. But most of all, I hate my hair. It's fiery orange, and I hate every piece of it. It was just so in the way, and so noticeable. Everyone knew I was a Weasley, the second they saw my hair.

"Dude, you got fucked."

I groaned at my best friend, "Yeah, I know."

"Tell me what happened."

I moaned again and flipped over so I was face down against my pillow. "I gmmph stummmph ehh teee fweeen zzaaan."

"Dude, annunciate."

I turned my head so my mouth was off the pillow, "I got stuck in the friend zone!"

"Uggh, how?"

"I told her she could trust me with anything, and I was about to tell her that I fancy her, but she said, and I quote, 'oh Ron, you don't know how good it is to hear that! I'm so glad I have a friend like you!'"

"Fuck that sucks!"

"Tell me about it! I can't deal with this! I can't be just her friend, I love her!"

"Well don't tell me, just tell her that!"

"I can't! I can't deal with that kind of rejection! It's too tough! I can't tell her and then have her laugh at me! What if she laughs at me, or worse, what if she says she doesn't want that with me? Or what if she tells me she's in love with someone? I'm not getting over her anytime soon. I don't think I'll ever get over her. But maybe I could try. You know they say it takes half the time you've been in love with someone to get over them. So I should be back to normal in about 3 ½ years, great."

"You don't have to get over her, you could be with her."

"I want to, oh God do I want to. I want her so much."

"You mean you want to shag her."

I looked in horror at Harry, "I don't want to shag her. I want to make love to her. I want to take her with me everywhere I go. I die a little when we're apart. She's a… a…. I don't know! She's everything! She's my life. My heart and soul, my mind and body! I'm not looking for a quick fuck! I'm looking for the rest of my life!"

"Ron?" I heard a quiet whisper and knock outside my door.

Harry disapparated to his room as I gulped and opened the door.

"Her…Hermione? How… how much did y-you hear?"

She looked at me shyly, "All of it."

I groaned for what felt like the hundredth time that night. I turned away from the door. I felt her arms snake around my waist as she laid her palms flat against my chest, and her cheek against my back. I quite literally froze where I was.

Her lips hit the spot right below my shoulder blades.

I spun around and took her in my arms. "Are you messing with me? Because if you are, it's not funny, 'Mione."

She answered by taking my lips with hers.

Gods, I love this girl.