Hello... I thought it would be sorta cute if I made a oneshot about my favorite pairing in like, EVER, Romione. You see, I'm sort of obsessed with The Hunger Games, but before that, Harry Potter was my obsesseion. Now, after fighting my urge to read Hunger Games fanfics, I forced myself to read Harry Potter ones. So, now my obsession with Romione is back and yada, yada, yada. Set in the third year. Might become more than a oneshot, that's what happened with my first story which is like, oh I don't know... THIRTY CHAPTERS LONG! So, yeah. Read it maybe?

Hermione Granger hated the fact that she loved his fire red hair. His sparkling blue eyes. You could say she hated to love him. She tried to hide it, but it was undeniable. She was in love with Ronald Weasley. And as she sat in the Common Room, studying, her eyes would flutter closed and snap back open. She'd been studying since four o'clock to to eleven o'clock straight.

By eleven thirty she was in a deep sleep, face down in a pile of books. About fifteen minutes later, Ron stood in the doorway, seeing a very familiar sight. For the past few weeks, Hermione had been on a studying rant and had frequently fallen asleep in the Commons.

After studying her for several minutes, perhaps like a stalker, he slowly walked over to her. Ron pretty much hated to love Hermione, as she, him. Ron thought she was a snobby, stuck up, know-it-all, but he also found it rather adorable when her brow furrowed in concenration or when went on for hours about 'Hogwarts: A History'.

He knelt beside her and shook her gently. "'Mione, wake up," he whispered. At the sound of his voice, Hermione's eyes snapped open and she screamed loudly. Ron covered her mouth and whisper-screamed,"Bloody hell, 'Mione! People are trying to sleep!"

She smacked his hand away."Maybe I wouldn't have screamed if someone hadn't woken me up!" she exclaimed. Even though she hadn't meant to fall asleep, she was quite miffed that Ron woke her up.

"Maybe if you hadn't fallen asleep than I wouldn't have woken you up," Ron said, crossing his arms over his chest proudly. Hermione stared at him perplexed as to what she could retort, but all that came out of her mouth was,"You... you... you... Ugh!"

She stormed out of the room angrily. Remembering that she had left her books, stormed right back in and scooped up her books and stormed out once again. She was quite angry at herself for not knowing a smart remark to his smart remark.

Ron was rather proud of himself, but he felt pangs of guilt as he walked down the corridors. Smart was all she had. He laughed at the thought because he knew she would correct that sentance faster than you could say,"I take it back!"

Hermione reached the painting, and whispered the password, and walked inside. As she set her books on her death, she huffed, frustrated at herself. She was used to being superior, it wasn't a problem that she had let Ron make her slip up.

It was a certain dream she was having about a certain redhead that she wished she was romantically involved with. But she wouldn't dwell on that for now. She'd set her feelings straight in the morning, but her mind just kept revisiting it.

Ron was pretty messed up, too. He had been having certain daydreams about a certain girl which he wished he was romantically involved with. Harry had become sort of a therapist when Ron had these certain daydreams. But nothing could help him get over the fact that he was in love with Hermione Granger.

As soon as Ron stepped into the boys' dormitory, Harry asked,"Where have you been?" Rolling his eyes, Ron said sarcastically,"Oh, nowhere, mum."

"Did you tell her?"

"No."

"Well, what did you do?"

Meanwhile,in the girls' dormitory, Lavender and Parvati were grilling Hermione for gossip. Everyone knows that something's up when you come to the dorm late.

Questions like,"Where were you?" and "What were you doing?" flooded her ears. Hermione plopped onto her four poster bed. She ignored their questions and just cut to the chase.

"You have to promise not to tell anyone," Hermione whispered, looking around to see if anyone was listening. The girls nodded and Hermione went on,"Okay, so I like a certain redhead and I think you know who that is and-"

"Ron?!" Lavender exclaimed, quite loudly, I might add. "Shhhhhh! Just tell the world, why don't you?," Hermione hissed, holding a finger to her lips.

"As I was saying, I like Ron. So I was studying in the Common Room, and I fell asleep..."

Okay, I decided that this'll be a least four chapters long. As you can see, I tried to make it a oneshot, but it would've been way to long and you would've been reading until you were a hundred. And if you're a vampire, around two hundred. So read and review, yada, yada, yada. Bleh de, bleh de, bleh.