Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and co. (If I did, Ginny & Harry wouldn't live happily ever after together.)

A/N: This happens somewhere between Chapter 16 of Deathly Hollows, before they go to Godric's Hollow. If you don't like the pairing of H/Hr, don't read this.

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I don't exactly know why I'm back here. Back in this place that's haunted with all these memories, memories of feeling unloved, neglected and alone. The second I left this useless excuse for a home, I wanted to put this behind me and forget about all of it. But now, as I look out the window and onto the empty streets of Privet Drive, all these painful memories suddenly come back to me.

It's almost 4 in the morning and I still can't sleep. I've tried my best but I just can't relax. My mind is racing. All the memories this house has is running through my head. Memories of being Dudley's punching bag, living in the cupboard under the stairs for about 10 years, being practically starved to death by Aunt Petunia before my 2nd year in Hogwarts… all those memories... they all came back. Teasing me, showing my weakness and haunting every move I make here. Plus, my plans on how to get the next few Horocruxes and destroy them would occasionally enter my already confused brain. I'd have random flashbacks on the things that happened in my 6 years in Hogwarts and it hurts because I miss it so damn much. I felt protected. But here, I'm just a target. And then, there she is, Hermione. Adding up to everything else I have to deal with.

Honestly, I blame Ron. This is all his fault. He's the one who left us in the first place.

Stupid ungrateful git. I mumbled as the picture of him walking out on us and disapparating flashed in my mind.

Yes, he expected something more from me. I expected more on his part. And we all expected things to fall into place. But it just didn't work out that way. What could I do? It wasn't easy at all. I was trying the best I could. Hermione was too as she figured out the book Dumbledore gave her. Hermione felt the same as Ron. But she didn't leave me, now did she? Atleast I know I can count on her.

But, it's not just the fact he left us that annoys the hell out of me. If he didn't leave, none of this would have happened. Being alone with Hermione has opened my eyes to certain things. I noticed the small things she does. Like how she'd tilt her head to one side when she didn't get a bloody word I said or like when she was frustrated, she'd chew on her nails a bit. I never noticed this before.

If Ron didn't leave me here with her, I would never have realized how I truly feel about my dear best friend, Hermione Granger.

Damn it, Ron! Why'd you just have to leave?! Because of you, I'm in love with the girl that was meant for you!

I punched the wall lightly in frustration to make sure I didn't wake up Hermione. We chose to sleep in one room incase the Death Eaters decide that I might want to come back to my old home and get thing I might have forgotten. Actually, I had no plans of returning. This was all Hermione's idea. Ron just left a few days ago and we had no clue where to go next. We were at a loss. So, we just came here.

I turned to look at her. After those countless nights where she was just lying awake, crying because Ron left, she was finally able to sleep soundly on my bed while I was now lying on this mattress we put on the floor. I sighed. She looked beautiful. I actually doubt there was a time wherein she didn't look pretty. I guess... I just never realized it up until now.

I know I'm not supposed to feel this way towards Hermione. She's my best friend... and she's like a sister to me. (Or so I thought) And besides, she and Ron have this really confusing thing together. But right now, I couldn't care less. Ron's not here. He can't do anything to me. And no matter how much I want to, I can't stop what I'm feeling.

I stood up and made my way towards her. I wanted to get a better look. Actually, I just wanted to kiss her and hold her tight in my arms. But like I said, it's just plain wrong. I can feel my heart pounding in my ears as I sit on the chair beside her. I couldn't help but stare. I know it's as if I am obsessed but her beauty just casts a spell on me and for some reason, I can't look away.

I removed the hair covering her face and tucked it behind her ear. As I did, she gave a small sneeze. My muscles suddenly tensed.

Please don't wake up. Please don't.

Thankfully, she pulled the blanket closer to her and went back to sleep. I smiled to myself as I got up and looked through the letters Hermione and Ron used to send me. I was desperately trying to find something, anything, I could do so that my thoughts of Hermione would leave.

She's Ron's. Ron likes her. She likes Ron. It's so obvious. She doesn't like you, Harry. Get that into your thick head!

Sleep started to take over me as I convinced myself that Hermione and me will forever just be a fantasy. I sighed as I lay down on the bed, my back facing her. I couldn't stand watching her sleep.

As I closed my eyes, I heard a small voice say, "I love you."

Don't get too excited, Harry. She's just dreaming. It's just a dream. Remember, it's not you.

Of course it's not me. Deep down, I know it's Ron she's talking to in her dream. But a part of me is still hoping. Hoping that she would love me and not Ron.

If only.

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A/N: There you go! I hope you liked it. I'm not sure if I'll continue it or not. I might put up a next chapter. Either in Hermione's POV or I'll just continue where I left off. Reviews are welcome.